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Always Faithful Ch. 01

By: BobNbobbi



Author's Notes: First and foremost, Always Faithful is a work of fiction; no characters depict any known persons. To the best of the author's knowledge, there is no women's clothing manufacturer by the name of Business Lady. This is the first part, about five percent, of a much longer story. I intend to submit successive parts frequently. Since the story is of novella length, and contains minor elements of homosexual, exhibitionism and BDSM sexual activity, it is listed in the Novel - Novella category. I consider Always Faithful a romantic story of the Loving Wives type with three main characters, a husband and wife committed couple plus the wife's lover, her boss. Other characters are secondary, or incidental and used to carry the story.

Remaining posts, to total about 300 Literotica pages, will be posted as submitted and approved.




ONE – THE BOSS'S BIRTHDAY GIFT

"Don't bother to wait up for me, Baby, I know I'll be late tonight. I could be very late if everything goes well. I hope it goes well." Laura's announcement as we finished our breakfast coffee did not come as a surprise. We talked about her plans much of Sunday afternoon. 

Laura's husband Dan wasn't at all surprised at his wife's announcement. "So, you've decided you are going to fuck Greg?"

"I haven't decided, and Greg doesn't know I might be willing to fuck, so he hasn't decided. Fucking is a two way proposition in case you haven't heard."

"I seem to remember something about 'Two to Tango."

"You can assume that I will fuck him while you are home alone." Laura paused, sipped her coffee a few moments and then continued, "Assume I will fuck him because I am pretty sure that is what I want. Assume Greg and I are fucking as you have dinner by yourself and watch television here and alone. You can think I am fucking Greg, dwell on Laura as the boss's sex object, drool over your thoughts. Think, dwell, and drool all night long until you go to bed, alone. You won't know because I don't know – yet!"

"Will I hear from you at all today?"

"No, not until I get home, whenever I get home."

"How about a kiss before you go off to do whatever." Laura smiled and kissed her husband, they shared a kiss of far more passion than a daily parting kiss. Dan carried Laura's dress bag to her car, Laura had a small makeup case in her hand. Laura also carried the small, gift wrapped birthday present for her boss. Dan wondered what all Laura might have in the makeup case; he knew what the gift box contained. 

The couple shared a final kiss at Laura's car. "Just think Baby, the next time I kiss you there will be cum on my breath; that much is a promise." Dan groaned, he pinched his wife's butt and returned to finish his coffee.

Driving to work, Dan reflected on the weekend. It was without question the most unique weekend he and Laura ever shared. It began Friday afternoon before either left work. Laura called at 4:30 to say she would be about half an hour late. Greg was trying to finish some case notes. Laura promised no later than six or so and suggested eating out instead of cooking. No pretense of unusual behavior. Each had done the same a few times but neither was a workaholic. 

At Bennigan's, midway through a casual evening meal, the weekend began its twists. Laura broke her quiet saying, "I wasn't really working late today; I was with Greg. His birthday is Monday." Dan wondered about the curious with Greg phrase, but his response was a bland okay. "I asked what he wanted for his birthday."

"And he wanted you to stay a half hour, or it took that long for his legal brain to decide?" Laura laughed and then responded yes.

"Yes?"

"I actually asked him what kind of flowers he wanted. Greg told me bosses give secretaries flowers, secretaries give their bosses panties. He meant it as a joke, but he meant my panties."

"Did you? Did my pretty, faithful wife give her boss her panties? Did it take half an hour to get them off?" Dan was making fun of the joke he was sure Laura was telling. 

"No, it didn't take me half an hour; I didn't take my panties off - today." Their conversation lagged as Laura ate a few bites of her Cobb salad. To say Dan was astounded by Laura's continuation of the story would be understatement. "Greg was standing behind me when I called you, he was unbuttoning my blouse."

"What!"

"By the time I hung up, he had my blouse open, and my bra off."

"What the hell!"

"My tits were out and Greg was pulling and pinching my nipples; that's why I hung up so quickly."

"I'll be damned, I'll be double damned. My wife calls and says she will be late getting home so her boss can play with her titties. How long did you let him have you?"

"After hanging up he got my blouse and bra out of the way and took off my skirt. That is all I took off Dan, I kept my panties and hose on all the time."

"How long?"

"We stayed like that for about five minutes, me facing his desk, Greg behind me pinching my tits and grinding my backside."

"Five mi . . . ."

Laura put a finger to Dan's lip. "I leaned back against his chest and gave him my tits. I told him I would bite his neck when I wanted him to stop."

"You loved it, didn't you? You always love having your nips played with."

"Yes, you know I did. I do love being turned on like that. I timed him using the clock on his desk. I let him feel me up, pinch and twist for five minutes. I kept telling him harder." Laura stopped her tale long enough to kiss her husband. "Finally, I bit his neck and turned around."

"He sucked you, didn't he?"

"Oh yes, he sucked and he used his teeth really well."

"God damned, you are something. Did you give him another five minutes?"

"Yes! I gave him five more minutes to chew on my nipples, lick them, kiss them, to bite my nipples. I did Dan, I wanted him to use his mouth and he did."

"Did you tell him to bite harder, the way you tell me sometimes?"

"Yes Dan, I told him and showed him what I wanted. I tried to feed my whole tit into his mouth, first one, then the other. I held his head on them, on my tits as he bit. I humped his crotch while he bit my breast. It was hot, wild and wonderful." Laura told Dan her boss loved her tits the same way he did. "He did them good Baby, really made my nipples sing. I could feel them tingle when I put my bra back on. I can still feel them a little."

Laura resumed eating her salad, Dan was at first speechless. He tried a few bites of food but was distracted by Laura's revelation. "What else happened, anything else? I think there must be more to this story."

"Let's just finish dinner; we can talk more later."

"But I want . . . ."

"Please Dan, please Baby, let it wait till after dinner." 

Dan tried another mouthful of steak but just chewed and thought of Laura's breasts. "Laura . . .?"

"Baby, I will tell more over an after dinner drink, right now I want to enjoy this salad."

They found a small table in the bar area, it was dark but not really quiet. Laura played with the cream topping on her Brandy Alexander. She fingered whipped cream and took it to her tongue. "Here is the rest of the story. When I finally let him stop on my breasts, we just kissed and touched and held each other for a few minutes."

"Just kissed and felt each other up?"

"Yes, for a while, just kissed."

"I don't know about my wife kissing another man. I know how I feel about another man kissing and fondling my wife."

"I know, you're pissed, but I want to tell you all, no secrets." Laura paused again, played with her whipped cream and sipped her drink. "I went down on him!" She paused, told Dan to just listen. "I went down on my knees. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. I kissed his cock and then sucked him. I kissed and sucked until he came jetting into my mouth. I sucked his cock and I swallowed his cum. That's all, end of confession." 

Dan sat staring at his wife, dumbfounded, at first speechless. He finally spoke. "I love you Laura, I love you! Let's finish our drinks and go home."

Though it was still relatively early, Laura and Dan went straight upstairs to their bedroom. Each went to their closet and hung their suit jackets. Laura spoke first, "Thank you Dan, for what you said at the restaurant, I love you too Baby, completely and only you."

"I meant what I said, whatever you did or felt doesn't change how I feel about you, I love you." 

Their embrace was fierce; their kiss was even more possessive. "Can you taste him when you kiss me? Probably not, not after dinner. What I taste is in my memory."

Standing in front of the big mirror, Laura made her request. "Undress me Dan, undress me the same way I let Greg strip me." Both stared intently in the mirror as Dan's fingers worked down the line of buttons. Laura shivered as her husband's hands walked up her back to the snaps on her bra. Laura brought his hands to hold her breasts; she leaned into him and purred. "Can you see him, see his marks on my breasts?"

"Yes, I see his finger prints, his teeth, he left bruises."

"I know, it felt so good when he bit hard. Take my blouse off, look at my neck." Dan removed blouse and bra and threw them on a chair. He saw the dark bruised hickey at the base of Laura's neck. "I asked for that one, just before I dressed to come home. I asked him to mark me so you would know. I wanted you to know that I was with him, that I didn't cheat on you. I had to tell you so it wouldn't be cheating."

Dan shook his head in wonder at his wife's strange logic, but tenderly kissed her love bruise. His hands held a twisting grip on each breast that brought gasp of pain from Laura while his lips gave a tender kiss at her badge of passion. Laura reached back to stroke Dan's head as he kissed her. "Turn around; I want to be the second man to bite your tits today."

Teeth clamped each nipple in turn, Dan's jaw rolled forward and back flipping her nipple up and down against the back of his teeth. Laura simply moaned her pleasure. Dan switched technique; he sucked tit flesh into his mouth and sunk teeth in to hold on. Sucking and releasing with his lips as his teeth kept a secure clamp. Laura's excitement climbed, she finally shouted out. "You can still be first, take my panties off now. Keep sucking but take my panties off now."

Laura and Dan were soon in bed entwined in a savage fuck. Hips bucked hard thrusting against one another. Their hands clawed at each other. Their passion this way was quick and intense. As they reached orgasm together their hands took a death grip hold on the other's rear. Laura sunk her painted nails deep enough to draw blood. Dan's shorter nails only left welts. Both screamed loudly and fell wasted, silent, and satisfied. They lay panting, Dan on top for the slow return to normalcy. Finally Dan rolled to the side and they shared a tender lover's kiss. "Sweet Jesus, girl, for sex like that you can stay late every Friday." 

Laura laughed, "No, not every Friday, but who knows . . . . I love you Dan. You are incredible, and damned good in bed. Don't you dare tell any other woman I said that." Both laughed. An interlude of cuddling and kissing led to a final sexing for the evening. Laura initiated it; "Fuck me again Baby, love me slow and sweet and really good as only you can." They fucked sweet passion and then they slept through the night.

Dan operated on autopilot as he parked his car and carried his briefcase to his office. He shook his head in wonder, he hadn't run over anyone on the way to work, but Dan knew his mind wasn't on the car or the traffic. He sat at his desk, in his office, with his secretary sitting guard just outside his door. As he waited for the computer's boot up, Dan's mind wandered again. Greg is sitting in an office just as I am. Laura is sitting just outside his door. Is she, or is she in his office with him, not just with him – with Greg.

That phrase was there again in his mind – with Greg. I was with Greg had started their wild weekend when Laura used it Friday night. This particular weekend extended into Monday even though Dan was in his office at work. He knew he would get little work done today; his mind would never allow work to intrude on what happened this weekend. Never intrude on what would happen today. Absentmindedly, Dan buzzed his secretary and asked her for coffee. Dan realized he didn't know when her birthday fell, and she probably didn't know his.

Was Laura giving Greg her gift now, at this moment, in Greg's office? She went shopping for her gift Saturday. Dan was surprised when Laura asked if he wanted to come along. It felt strangely conspiratorial to be with Laura in a Victoria's Secret store shopping for sexy panties that she would give to her boss. Laura chose bikini and thong panties, Dan selected the thin, sheer and sexy French cut loose legged pair. Would Laura model them for Greg, model all of them? She had very carefully gift-wrapped five pairs of panties Sunday evening. Laura wore the white thong she intended to give under her skirt. She wore the white thong under her skirt, but over the garter belt holding her stockings. Dan had noticed as she dressed.

Dan's secretary interrupted his random thoughts with coffee. He took a sip and then his mind went random again. Dan asked about her birthday. "Oh, not for a while, December 12, yours is next month, isn't it?"

"Yes, mine is next month, May 29th," and then, "Thank you, that will be all." She knew and he hadn't. As Dan sipped his coffee, his thoughts returned to Saturday.

He had awakened first; Laura was a sleeping beauty vision beside him. She was a picture of innocence, and then he saw the hickey at the base of her neck. Dan remembered last night, her story and their wild sex as he made their coffee. God damned, she did everything but fuck him, Dan said aloud. He carried two cups back to bed and kissed Laura awake. The smell and taste of coffee earned Dan a morning kiss. They drank their first cup in silence. Finally, Dan voiced to Laura what he said to himself in the kitchen. "Did yesterday really happen; did I have a strange dream?"

"Yes, darling, yesterday really did happen, everything I did, everything I told you, and every minute of that great sex we had last night did happen. Are you having second thoughts?"

"You wanted to fuck him, didn't you?"

"No! Not in the office."

"That's not the question; you did want to fuck him yesterday."

"No, well . . . . I didn't fuck him. I could have, you know."

"Yes, you could have, you didn't fuck Greg, but you could have and you wanted to fuck him."

"Well no, well, well, it wasn't his birthday; his birthday is Monday, not yesterday."

Dan tenderly kissed Laura's hickey and then her earlobe, "It's all right baby, you can say it; you can want to fuck Greg."

"Yes! Damn it, yes. I didn't, I wasn't going to fuck Greg yesterday, but I wanted to fuck him, and I might on Monday for his birthday."

Laura had asked about second thoughts Saturday morning and here it is Monday and I am having third, fourth and fifth thoughts. I have agreed that my previously faithful wife, faithful for nine years of marriage Laura had sworn, can screw her boss today. If Laura decides and Greg accepts, they fuck and I'm fucked. Stop the silliness Dan, stop thinking you're fucked. Laura made that clear all day Saturday and Sunday. You are number one, and only up to now; Greg will say Yes, I know he will; hell I would say yes.

Laura the faithful wife, she is my faithful wife. She said she had never even thought of sex with Greg or anyone else until he made that stupid joke. He said secretaries give their bosses panties instead of flowers and all of a sudden, Laura wants to drop hers and give them to him. Dan, self, you need to get a grip and get to work, get your mind off Laura. Get your mind off Laura and Greg, Laura with Greg. Today! Laura with Greg today, and tonight. He had a meeting at ten that should last until noon.

If Laura had her husband totally confused and disconcerted, she was having the same effect on her boss. Laura was at her desk when Greg arrived. Greg wanted to talk about what happened Friday, and especially about Laura's telephone call Sunday afternoon. Something was going on, something was happening today. What? He tried to ask Laura, but all he received was a one word answer - later. Greg saw a wrapped package on her desk, obviously her birthday gift for him. Not her panties, he was sure he would not get Laura's panties.

Dan's VP chaired the meeting; "We have three accounts we need to make decisions on this morn . . . ." Dan tuned the VP out. I was with her, at home when she decided she would buy Greg panties for his birthday. I encouraged her; I thought she was being funny. I went to Victoria's Secret with her, I helped Laura my wife . . . . "Can you handle that part, Dan?"

"Oh, what, sure no problem, I have it covered."

"Good, moving on, the next account is Business Lady . . . ."

Isn't that a coincidence, Dan mused. Business Lady owned the store where Laura bought the blouse she is wearing right now. I picked it. I suggested that a bare back halter style tailored looking blouse would be sexy, daring, and kinda cute for what she had in mind. What were you thinking, Dan? You gave Greg a free pass to at least second base when you bought that blouse for Laura to wear to . . . . . "Dan, you've got this one too, okay?"

"Sure no problem, I can handle their stuff."

While Dan was in his meeting, Laura convened a two person meeting in Greg's office. She entered with two cups of coffee and her gift package that she handed to Greg. "Happy Birthday!" Laura said she had an announcement; "You are taking me to lunch; I am taking you to dinner. We will take my car both times. Dinner will be formal at the Calypso. I didn't see you bring your tux to work, so I will take you home to change after work. I brought my evening dress, is it okay if I change at your place?"

"Of course."

"Good, do you have a problem with any of my plans?"

"None at all, I have no problem with lunch or dinner with you anywhere or anytime."

"Now you can open your gift, I hope you like it."

"I am sure I will."

"Open the card, please." 

Greg pulled the card from its envelope and felt a thickness to it. The face said something about a special birthday wish for a special boss. Greg turned the cover and found a pile of red nylon. The thickness was due to a pair of red panties, folded neatly. 

"I wore them all day yesterday so they would have my fragrance." Greg smelled them, smiled and let out an aahhh sound.

"I don't need to open the package, this is more than enough. Thank you!" Greg kissed Laura lightly on the lips. 

"You have a choice which gift to get next; choose white or black."

"What the hell, I'll play along, ummmm, black."

"Open the gift package." 

Greg carefully removed the ribbons and wrapping. Laura noticed; she knew Dan would have torn them off. "Oh my God, you're giving me more of your panties." The box held four pair, all black, and all very sexy. The first pair was a bikini style, sheer lace in front and a very sheer, almost transparent back. The next two were black thongs; Laura had never bought panties this skimpy before, they were just for Greg. The last pair of panties was a French cut boy leg style. Everything about this last pair of panties screamed sensual elegance.

Greg kissed Laura lightly again and said thank you. Laura decided to continue the kiss with her lips and tongue. She said Happy Birthday Greg, almost formally as she wiped lipstick from his mouth. 

"Dan picked out the last pair, he thought they were incredibly sexy and decided if I was going to give you my panties for your birthday they should be good ones."

"You told Dan that, what I said?"

"Yes, I told him what you said, and what we did."


Always Faithful Ch. 01



"Is Dan outside waiting to kill me, to shoot us?"

"No, nothing like that; he wasn't pleased, but he did get turned on. It's okay, really, what we did Friday was okay with him."

"Do you do this often, before?" 

"Never!"

"Oh!"

"And probably never again." Laura kissed Greg once more. 

"What if I had said white?"

"Later, you'll see, but later."

Dan's meeting was over, he returned to the privacy of his office with little recollection of what transpired. Random thoughts still haunted his mind. Had Laura given Greg her panties? They were his panties really; she bought them just for him, for his birthday gift. Was Greg running his hand over her bare pussy right now? Dan looked at the clock, lunchtime. Where would Greg take her for lunch? Laura had told him that much, lunch would belong to Greg. Some place dark and romantic, Dan was sure of that much, he knew it would be dark for privacy. Wherever Greg took her would be romantic to set the mood for fucking Laura. Greg might even have her panties in his suit pocket right now, Laura's panties in his pocket and his hand in her crotch, her pussy, her cunt.

Dan decided he better go to lunch too, where? Maybe he should ask his secretary to lunch? Why not? Why not, because that would be stupid, that's why not. This is Laura's day, not yours big guy, just go to lunch and get it over with, put it out of your mind. Dan decided on Gilly's, not romantic at all. Gilly's is strictly a guy pub, a sandwich and beer place. It would be a good place to leave these random questions about Laura and maybe get some work done this afternoon.

Dan ate his corned beef on rye and chased with a vodka tonic. He concentrated on the ESPN news of spring training on the big screen. It did keep his mind occupied; maybe the Braves would get back to dominance this year. He decided to extend lunch a bit and have a second drink. Hell yes, just relax and be a guy here at Gilly's. While Dan was at lunch watching ESPN, Laura was lunching in a dark, romantic place. Contradicting Dan's suspicions, she was still wearing the white thong she put on that morning.

Greg emerged from the fog of confusion Laura created sooner than Dan. He already had a luncheon reservation for them. Laura was impressed; the waiter led them to a private alcove screened by a bead curtain. "Very Casablanca." There was a large table set for an intimate couple. Flowers and candles, Greg must have asked for them. Laura asked the waiter for a few minutes of privacy. Their kiss was intimate. Laura removed Greg's suit coat to a vacant chair. She ran her palms lightly over her boss's chest. She enjoyed touching this way, the sensuous gesture excited both of them.

Continuing the drama, Laura turned her back to Greg so he could remove hers. She knew what visual impact her blouse would have. Laura was correct. "Oh my – yes – yes – yes --- my-oh-my --- oh my." Greg kissed her back, he licked along her spine. "I think I need to institute a new office dress code." His hands roamed across her back and then worked forward. He found an obstacle in his path, Laura was wearing a bra. She twisted her head up and back to kiss away Greg's disappointment. "I wanted your nipples again."

"I know, but I didn't want to be obvious in the office."

Greg reached around but Laura stopped him short. "Order me a glass of wine and whatever, I'll be back." When she returned there was a bottle of champagne in a cooler and a bottle of white wine on the table. Greg had obviously dismissed the waiter. "Since lunch is your date, you can set the dress code for buttons." 

Greg gave an amused smile and reached for Laura's top button. "One!" he counted off, "Two, Three." His forefinger traced a line from the base of Laura's neck to the start of her cleavage. He kissed her, looked in her eyes for comfort, and found excitement. He unfastened the fourth and his fingers felt the inside curve of Laura's breasts. Probing, one finger reached the tip of a nipple, it was already erect. 

"I folded the cups down for easier access." Laura dropped her hand and squeezed Greg's erection. A stop signal, or does that mean go? Laura solved the puzzle, "You can do one more if you want, let's see how that looks."

"Make them sing again and then we can eat." Greg pinched each of her breasts well back from the nipple. He twisted and then pinched harder. "Oh yes, darling, yes, my tits are singing to you. I can feel Friday coming back." Greg pulled them toward him, pulled hard and Laura's tits were now out in full view. He pulled downward and Laura allowed her head to follow to Greg's shoulder. "Pull on them, milk me sweetie, milk me."

"I'll pull your tits till you say stop you nasty girl." Laura saw their waiter approaching, she told Greg he was coming. "Until you say stop."

"Harder", Laura whispered, and then, "Stop!"

Boss and secretary shared an intimate lunch as lovers to be. The food was delicious and the wine allowed them to enjoy the liberties they shared. Greg asked to have his white gift at the table, but Laura put him off with just a look and a feel. They returned to the office but neither was in the mood for afternoon work.

Unlike his wife, Dan returned from lunch energized and focused. He figured ESPN and vodka tonic must be a new vitamin W for work. Follow up on the morning meeting was a snap; even the Business Lady account didn't distract him. His preliminary report was already on the way to the VP. Dan turned his attention to emails he ignored all morning. Life was good, work was sailing along, and then a snag. Laura, in her tipsy distraction following lunch, decided to toy with Dan by email.

Hi hubby, lunch was great, just Greg and I in a quiet intimate restaurant. I can hardly wait until the work day is done. I am ready for my dinner date now. See you when I get home and I will tell you all about everything.

Faithfully - for now - Laura

p.s. I still have my white panties on, haven't given them to him yet.

Dan's work mind came to a sudden and total halt while his male sexual identity switched from low to overdrive. She said she wouldn't call, said not to call her. What is going on, what is she trying to say? Has she talked with Greg about fucking, is she teasing him too? Laura, you are a bitch, you teasing bitch. Dan's hand reached for the phone and hung there. He felt the buttons of her number without pushing. Is she fucking him now, no, not in the office? On her knees at his desk, she might? Is she just teasing me? He pushed the first few buttons of her number. His finger poised but stopped. Read the email again, Dan. Quiet, intimate – ready for dinner date - faithful for now - haven't given my panties yet. She emphasized yet didn't she?

Dan's was about to call, he knew Laura intended to fuck Greg, they must have agreed and that's why she sent the email. His phone rang, the direct line rang. Laura called him, to apologize. Her part of the conversation went like, "I'm sorry for the email Baby, that was cruel of me. I told you not to call and then I did it to you." - "No, we just had a great lunch, I had wine and champagne and I was stupid to tease you like that." - "We did some kissing and touching, nothing more than we did Friday." - "Not as much as we did Friday, you know what I mean." - "No, I only called to apologize for sending the email; that was cruel of me." - "Good bye Dan, I love you, I'll see you tonight." The phone clicked off.

Dan slumped into his chair, everything about himself as Dan just quit. He was part of the chair and nothing more. His eyes flitted from staring at the telephone to the computer screen. Dan was staring, but saw nothing. He tried to relive Laura's conversation, her email, the weekend events, but he remained blank. His secretary looked into the office to bid good night; she assumed Dan was deep in thought and went home. Dan mumbled something as she left. Sometime later, Dan finally went home.

Laura felt guilty about teasing her husband; she felt the guilt for about thirty seconds after hanging up. Then she filed her guilt like a legal brief and resumed her work. She was more capable of dealing with the confusion her sexuality caused than either of the men. Shortly after four, Laura decided to climb another step on adventure ladder.

"It's white time, Greg." Laura stopped beside the executive chair. Her hands dropped toward her hem line but Greg reached to stop her. 

"The door?"

"It's your birthday."

"But someone might . . . . Fuck it, may I have the privilege?"

"It's your birthday", Laura repeated.

Greg palmed Laura's knees; the texture of nylon excited him, this is not a time to hurry he thought. His finger led the way upward to where he knew the garter snaps lay. Lightly brush the snaps in front with fingertips and then the back. Laura moaned as Greg's fingers walked down the nylon to behind her knees. Her moan turned to a loud "Oh yes, yes, yes!" Her boss went after his white thong gift; his hands lifted the back of her skirt clutching her ass cheeks. Greg's head ducked and then lifted the skirt above Laura's waist. He kissed his prize and stretched the fabric out with his teeth. Releasing, they snapped back; "Give them to me!"

Laura pushed her boss into his big chair and stepped between his thighs. Her skirt remained bunched at her waist; her fingers found the waist band and rolled the panties. She brought Greg's hand to cup her sex as she rolled the panties to mid thigh and let them fall to her ankles. "You're the first man since I married to do this, to feel me there."

"Thank you, kiss me now." The kiss conveyed the passion building within Laura's psyche; her lips pressed open and hard to Greg's, her tongue thrust in. Greg thrust his fingers into Laura, first one, then two and three.

"You feel good; I could feel your tight puss every day. We could work off all of our stresses just like this."

"We could, but we won't, accept today you wonderful sexy boss, we may never get tomorrow." Laura stepped out of her panties, left them dangling at her left ankle. "Just a little more, please, diddle me a little more, I like your hand where it is, how it feels." 

Greg thrust hard and then withdrew to clutch her clit. "Can I pinch this the way I do your nipples?"

"Do it!" Laura moved to bite her finger; there were still too many people in the office who could hear them.

"Can I bite you there, bite your clit?"

"Stuff the panties in my mouth; bite me a little now, more later in private." Laura lifted her leg to present them and Greg wadded them in a ball and pushed them fully into Laura's mouth. He bent down and bit, tentatively at first, then increased his intensity. When he could hear Laura through the panty gag, Greg released his hold. He retrieved the panties.

Laura stepped away and let her skirt fall. "That was wonderful, thank you. We need to make some decisions for tonight, but I think I just gave one away."

"Oh, and what decision did you give away? I hope one that I will like."

"I hope so, I think you know, do you want to ask, or should I just give the answer?" 

Greg took her in his arms for a passionate kiss. "Will you make love with me tonight?"

"Maybe, probably, if you will fuck my brains loose first. Let's get out of here; we can talk in the car. I want to see you in your tux; I am sure you will be elegant."

Laura drove, she and Greg shared conversation exploring evening possibilities. Greg's erection was obvious and Laura's hand caressed its strength periodically. Laura's excitement wasn't as obvious, but Greg's hand found the evidence whenever they stopped at traffic lights. A stop for more champagne was the only interruption between work and Greg's home. Dan had no stimulus so he drove home in his zombie state.

Once again, ESPN and vodka tonic was vitamin W. On the sofa with drink in hand, he concentrated on a rugby match. Dan didn't know a thing about rugby, it made absolutely no sense to him, but it wasn't Laura. Laura wasn't with Greg at the bottom of that pile. The match ended and Dan went for another drink. The clock caught his eye as he made his next vodka tonic, five after nine. They must be at dinner. Dan heard Laura ask Greg to wear a tux. He knew the dress she was wearing, a sexy black party dress. They would look like a hot couple out on the town.

Dan kept pouring when his mind drifted. He damned near choked on the first sip, but decided he might need it to get any sleep tonight. He would drink this one and one more and then to bed to wait. Okay, Dan old boy, she has fucked him and you know it. That was the real message in the email, Laura sent it because she was giddy excited at the prospect. She and Greg, she had been with Greg. Laura really wanted Greg to fuck her.

Big dick, was it a good fuck? Does Greg have a big dick and does he know how to use it? Real question in your mind, Dan, real question number one does Greg have a bigger and better dick than you do? Is he the cocksman of porn movie legend? He must, Laura discovered a dream cock when she sucked him Friday, and Laura wants to try that dream cock on for size. Try it for size in her cunt.

Real question number two followed naturally; sure Greg has a big club of a cock, long and thick and strong, does he know how to use it or is it a show horse? Laura will find out, she always said I knew how to use my cock. Laura loves having my cock inside her, even if it isn't as big as Greg's horse cock. She loves me and my cock; she said so this morning and in her email. No she didn't say that in her email, and she hadn't fucked that cock, with Greg, that big fucking wonderful, pussy stretching cock. Dan was so distracted he tried sipping from an empty glass with just ice.

While Dan was wondering what was happening with Laura and Greg, they went right to action. Laura had no hesitation or indecision, her mind said yes loud and clear at lunch. Everything since lunch only whetted her appetite for sex. She wanted to fuck Greg and have him respond as she hoped he would, knew he would. Surprisingly, Greg was going through some of the same comparison concerns Dan had. He had one advantage though; Laura's actions with him would let him know tonight. He wanted his secretary the way a man shouldn't, but often did. He was ready to give Laura the fuck her brains out fuck of her life that she asked for.

The cursory tour of his home didn't distract them long. Greg carried her dress bag to his closet and they were in his bedroom. He decided it was his turn to take charge, but he would start slowly. "Give me your jacket." Greg put it on a hanger. "You blouse, I want it, take it off, please." Greg just watched, and then held the shirt loosely in his fingers. "Take you skirt off now, quickly, show me you." Laura was getting into following her boss's orders. The skirt was off in seconds and in Greg's hand. She wore no panties; she gave at the office, only her bra plus stockings. "Get that damned bra out of the way, do it now." Laura tried to take advantage back with a tease, Greg upped the ante. "Now bitch, or leave as you are."

Laura moaned loudly at the word bitch, her juices flowed. She quickly handed over her bra. "That's enough for now, I like the way you look in stockings." Greg began taking his clothes off. He saved the best for last and called Laura to him to remove his boxers. "On your knees, girl, look my cock right in the eye when it comes out." Laura knelt close and pulled his shorts down; she used her hands to free Greg's cock and she kissed the tip. Whap, the cock she kissed slapped her cheek; whap, whap, whap. Laura had heard the phrase dick slapped, now she knew it. She looked up to her lover and whispered yes.

"Stand up, baby." His kiss was tender, softly probing and promising more; Laura moaned into Greg's lips and gave her soul to the kiss. Her knees almost buckled. The soft kiss continued, now accompanied by heavy nipple stimulation. Greg's fingers were busy pinching and twisting again. Laura almost couldn't breathe, her pleasure was into overload. The fingers left her nipples and teased lower, still pinching. Suddenly Laura's navel became a sex organ. Thumbs poked in and forefingers pinched flesh. Her belly was being raked by fingernails. Laura gave a small scream of delight that ended with a gasp when one of Greg's hands jammed into her cunt.

That thrust began a new pleasure assault. How many hands, how many fingers, did this man have? They were everywhere between her legs. Laura felt her clit pinched hard, then pulled out to stretch. At the same time, she knew fingers were inside her, thrusting and probing. Sensations shifted, her lips spread, Greg had a tight grip, he was pulling her apart as if to open her wider. He squeezed them, squeezed hard. "Can you take as much stimulation here, just like your tits?" 

Dan never played Laura this way, not down there. Laura knew she wanted Greg to work her cunt, go even further. "Yes, give me everything."

"In time, my lady, in time we will find new places for you. Let's rest. Get on the bed, ass up and out." Laura composed herself and then assumed her position facing away, presenting her bare ass. She was in a lewd position, she knew she was and loved posing this way for her boss. Greg cupped her mound, but gently. "I am going for champagne, stay just like this."

"Oh yes sir, I will."

Greg returned with a bottle and two glasses. Laura still held her pose. "I would like - no, I want to see you posed just like this, in my office, on my desk"

"Mmmmm, the thought is tempting, but it's not going to happen. Today is a one night stand, your birthday present, just remember that, my boss."

"I want to photograph you on my desk just the way you are now. Dressed just like this, showing the fire of lust in your eyes. I want the photograph to show your tits hanging down the way they are now, your nipples are red from pinching; they are swollen. So is your cunt swollen, the outside. I want to photograph you in my office, on my desk, your whole body alive with sexual simulation."

"I love the idea, the thought, the excitement, I just might. No, I can't, but I want . . . no!"

Greg held a champagne flute to her lips and Laura drank. He twisted the flute to sip from the same spot, then gave Laura another sip. "Just say this word when I ask again." He whispered softly in her ear. Greg decided to press his secretary hard for a submission. "Laura, wife of Dan, my birthday gift for tonight, I want to photograph you just like this, in my office, on my desk, sometime soon. Can we do that?" 

Laura looked at Greg, nude erect Greg, her boss Greg, lover for tonight only Greg. Her mind flitted to Dan at home and then back to here and now. She smiled and asked for more champagne. Laura mused as they shared the glass each sipping until it was drained. "Pour another glass and then I will answer." Greg did and drank a mouthful. He kissed Laura and let champagne run from his mouth to hers; then he let Laura drink from the glass. He watched and waited for a response. "Maybe is the word you asked for so yes, I will say maybe. I am close to saying an answer I can't say, but I will think about yes, think openly and honestly about doing what you want."

"Thank you, that is the best gift."

"Fuck me now, fuck me hard and fast, fuck me silly and make me babble like a little girl."

Laura got the hard fuck she wanted. Slaps on each cheek and Greg's quick jamming thrust from behind were the start button. His hips flexed strong pushing his cock up and in, driving hard. Greg's cock fucked her, his fingers pinched and probed; his teeth left a bruise at the base of her neck. Suddenly Laura was on her back, knees behind her head. As Greg ravished her insides with his cock, Laura stuffed more and more tit in his mouth. She held his face hard against her breasts and Greg chewed. Neither lasted long, their passion had been building for days, denied release. Laura began to scream; her scream shook and broke the dam holding Greg's orgasm. His fluids spewed deep inside Laura and he howled with her.




Always Faithful Ch. 01



They lay panting, still coupled. Laura recovered first; she sang to her boss, "Happy Birthday to you - Happy Birthday to you - Happy Birthday to Greg - Happy Birthday to You." Greg smiled and kissed her lightly. "I hope you liked your gift, I did; I got the hard fuck I wanted." Greg kissed her again, still breathing hard and speechless. "Let's shower and dress and go to dinner."

By the time Dan fixed his second drink, Laura and Greg were well into their dinner. Dan's assumption was correct; his faithful wife was now un, as in unfaithful. He was sure they made a spectacular sight, dressed to the nines with a glow of sexual satisfaction. They would look like a couple in love, possibly celebrating an anniversary or a birthday. It was a birthday, of course, the gentleman's birthday, but the couple were not really a couple. They were not supposed to be a couple. Laura and Dan were the couple, but tonight Laura was with Greg. There is that phrase, the one Laura used Friday telling him what happened; she said she was with Greg.

A little after ten, when Dan was ready for his third and last drink, Laura was behind the wheel approaching Greg's house. Dan of course didn't know, wouldn't know their schedule. Laura could be home in an hour or so, would she be like a teenager trying to beat daddy's midnight curfew? No, somehow Dan didn't expect that. If she fucked Greg before dinner, Dan was convinced by now that she had, she must have; she wouldn't be home before midnight unless Greg was a poor sex partner, a shabby fuck. No, Laura has better instincts than that, Dan was sure. He must be a sex icon as Dan pictured him.

They fucked once before dinner, how many times would they screw when they got home? Two more times maybe, that would be three in one day, in one night. Laura and I rarely do three, maybe once a year and on a Saturday with all day and all of Sunday to recover. Today is Monday, they have to work tomorrow. Laura wouldn't spend the night, would she? Did she take an extra change of clothes? She has plenty of panties, that's for sure.

What if they decided to try four times? Could Greg be that much of a super stud? Laura told me, she told me this morning she would come home and kiss me. She said she would kiss me with cum on her breath, guaranteed. The confusion in his brain, abetted by three stiff vodka tonics, drove Dan to bed before the witching hour curfew. His sleep was not deep and restful, far from it. Dan dreamed of Laura and Greg engaged in sexual acrobatics all night long.

Greg was also in bed, resting with Dan's wife. Far from confused, his being was satisfied, and he had no interest in sleeping. He and Laura lay together in the afterglow of a tender love making session. As much as Greg enjoyed their first almost violent sex, their before everything else first ever fuck, he had been looking forward to making sweet love with this beautiful woman. The experience went far beyond expectation. Laura responded enthusiastically to every touch. Greg had spent much time using feather light touches around Laura's enflamed pussy. He used similar feather light strokes all over each breast.

Their tender love making ended with the same orgasmic twisting and coupling of arms and legs. Their bodies came together in every way. They finished coupled as one, inside and out. Laura hummed a nonsense tune into his side. Greg felt her lips move with her hum, her breath raised bumps on his flesh. He kissed her forehead and then Laura's lips. They shared lover's kisses and conversation.

Laura expressed her satisfaction,"I loved that, I loved the way you made love to me. I love having sex with you, fucking you."

"Mmmm, I feel the same, honored, honored and pleased and happy."

"I'm glad too, glad I am with you. I mean, my first time with another man should be good and it was very good, better than I could have dreamed."

"Thank you sweet lovely lady, being with you was really good, you are really special."

Greg and Laura exchanged everything, kisses, endearments, feelings, touches. Laura took Greg's cock in hand to bring growth and life. She kissed it and sucked gently, Greg's cock grew, getting ready for more Laura. "I wish we could stay like this forever, at least through the night."

"You know I can't do that, Dan will have enough trouble with this much; he would never accept spending the night. I don't know if I would accept spending the night."

"You don't look like you are in a hurry to leave."

"I'm not; I may not be ready when I decide I must, but I will have to go home. You know that."

"I know, I know that you must, can we at least . . .?"

"Don't even ask that question, today is your birthday, accept that. Today has been a gift, not the beginning of an affair." Greg kissed his lover lightly. "It's your birthday still, how do you want me?" 

Greg smiled, "I want all of you; I am the kid who wants all of the presents, all of the toys."

"Ring my bells while you ride your new bicycle lover, just take me." 

Greg ran his hand down Laura's side to her hip. He reached behind, "Here too, can I have this toy to play with?"

"That is not my favorite thing, but it is your birthday. Go get the champagne, I will need a glass or two before you start playing back there."

Sure enough, after two glasses, Laura felt ready. "Okay big boy, let's get that glove on and see what happens. You're only forty once. Start slow, I'll let you know when to speed up." 

Greg took his time, was as gentle as he could be. He could hardly believe Laura would go this far, he expected a mild turn down at least. "You are incredible, darling."

"Watch out with that darling stuff; give me a little more." Greg took his time, after a few minutes he was fully inside. He used several slow strokes and then one a bit firmer. Laura gasped, but Greg's cock was well planted. "Stroke in me, baby - that's it - good - a little more - I can take it – more – harder – now!" 

Greg began using deep firm thrusts, changing pace, quick strokes followed by hard thrusts he held deep in her. Laura began to moan. She wanted him to work her tits, "Milk me, get milk, lover; get milk for me." Greg used her tits as hand holds, each thrust of hips was matched by a strong squeezing pull at Laura's breasts. She began chanting, "Fuck - ass – fuck – ass – fuck – ass," until she reached her peak. "Oh god, I love it, make me cum Greg, make me cum. Please, anything, anything lover, just make me cum."

Greg's hands flew to Laura's clit and squeezed her hard. His hips thrust forward with strength driving Laura into the mattress. He roared out, "Cum like a slut with my cock up your ass. Cum now!" Laura was with him, she howled with pleasure and they stayed as they were, exhausted, but joined. Finally, Greg tried to rise; he had slipped out and needed to ditch the condom. Laura stopped him, she told him she wanted her prize, she put the full condom in her empty champagne flute for safekeeping and then sucked Greg's cock clean.

"You said anything, do I really get anything?"

"That was in the heat of passion with your dick making my ass feel sooo good. You can have anything on your birthday night, my lover. What time is it?"

"Quarter till one. If you can't spend the night, how long?"

"Can you get it up again, if I give you some help?"

"I'm damned sure going to try."

"My glass is occupied, hand me the bottle." Laura drank champagne from the neck; it bubbled and spilled down her chest. 

"What are you going to do with that thing?"

Laura blushed, "Be nasty."

"How?"

"I told Dan the next time I kissed him I would have your cum on my breath, in my mouth. I want to have a fresh supply."

"You are nasty, you bitch. I love it."

"I think I will suck your cum out of the rubber at the door, then go in and wake him up."

"If you won't pose on my desk, and you won't say yes to another date, can I bring a full rubber to work for you some morning?"

"No damn you, I don't want a rubber from some other woman's cunt even if it does have your juice in it. You shit!"

"No, no, no baby, that's not what I meant. I could fill one just for you, by hand. I'll bring one every morning to start your day off right."

"You're silly," Laura drank more champagne and began getting Greg ready.

"You had your wish, now I want mine to remember tonight."

"Anything for you, darling."

"If you make my pussy sing the same way you make my titties sing, I'll forgive the darling. If you really make my pussy sing, sing so good I almost can't stand to wear panties to work tomorrow, you can call me darling whenever we are alone." Laura whispered in Greg's ear causing a smile and a yeah. 

Laura lay on her back, legs spread wide to a vee. Greg crawled between and went to work. "Get ready for the music."

"Wait Greg, indulge me; pull your drapes and open the window. When I sing, I want an audience." Greg did as she asked and returned to Laura. He started with pinching, pinching her lips and pulling them apart. Laura's clit was erect from the evening's stimulation, soon it had teeth marks. Laura called out encouragement, "Yes, lover, bite me harder, you are doing a darling's work, kiss me there, bite my clit, make the music."

"I'm going to bite your lips until your cunt swells shut, then I am going to fuck it open with my cock."

"Ohhhhhhhh, do it love, do it for me. Bite me hard."

Greg bit a line down each lip. He pinched the tender flesh up; he sucked flesh in and used his teeth. Each pass of his mouth brought harder bites. Greg could feel her flesh swelling in his mouth. Laura's screaming cries got louder as Greg bit harder into her flesh. "Singing baby, singing." Greg squeezed both lips together; he opened wide and bit hard. He began grinding his teeth, rolling her tender cunt lips against each other. "Oh owe it hurts! It hurts so good, yes darling, yes, yes, yes." Greg heard the darling, she had given that much. He wanted her whisper, he wanted that whisper and he would have it. Greg rolled her swollen lips back, exposed her most tender spot; she has shown you what she wants, go for it Greg, go hard for it.

Greg bit hard at the base of Laura's clit. He sunk his teeth as deep as he dared. Laura screamed. Greg chewed his way out to the tip. Bite harder, deeper, he commanded his jaws. Laura sat half upright, her hips drove into him. Laura managed to get a word out, "Again!" Greg bit again at her base, bit circles all around her clit this time. Laura's screams turned soundless, only air came out, facial contortions. She was all but paralyzed. 

Greg hurried into missionary position, spread the swollen lips and thrust hard into her cunt. Laura engulfed him, wrapped his body in her arms and legs. Her hips thrashed. Laura's lips assaulted his; they bit all over each other's face. Finally Greg got the whispered words. "I love you Greg, I love this, I love the way you fuck me; I love you." The whisper had turned into a screaming torrent and the torrent pulled his fourth orgasm out of his body and into hers.

They lay together breathing hard for a long time. Laura finally spoke, "No more, I can't take any more. No more tonight." Greg didn't want to stop, but couldn't go much further himself. He reached for Laura's hand and just held it lightly. "I need to dress and go home."

"You did say the words, didn't you?"

"Yes, but not tonight, ask me tomorrow, late tomorrow."

Laura dressed and Greg reminded her to take the champagne glass with Dan's surprise. "There are still two bottles of champagne in the fridge, take them with you. Share them with Dan, he deserves them and more."

"Put your robe on and walk me to my car."

Laura checked her watch standing under her porch light. Two-forty, oh shit, Dan will be wondering, worried; I have a lot to tell. She set the two champagne bottles down, removed the condom from the glass and drained it. The taste was a bit stale but it was still Greg. Dan will get his kiss. She tried the door knob, unlocked and porch light on. Dan loves me and he trusts me; he knew I would come home to him.



Always Faithful Ch. 02



Author's Notes: First and foremost, Always Faithful is a work of fiction; no characters depict any known persons. To the best of the author's knowledge, there is no women's clothing manufacturer by the name of Business Lady. This is the second part, another ten percent, of a much longer story.



TWO – TELL HUSBAND ALL

Laura managed to get to their bed without waking Dan. She reached behind for the zipper before changing her mind. Laura jumped on the bed fully dressed, and kissed her husband as he wakened. She was consumed with love for the man who married her and completed her being, possessed her and set her soul free. Laura tried to express her love with her kiss.

Dan opened his mouth and accepted his wife's kiss completely. His tongue joined Laura's. When he wrapped her in his arms he discovered the dress. It seemed right, that she should be dressed coming home from her lover. Laura drew Dan's tongue deeper; she tried to direct its path inside her mouth. Both worked to pull the sheet away. Laura wanted to be close to her husband like this.

"Can you taste him, in my mouth, Greg's cum?"

"Yah, I think so, you taste different."

"I brought some home, in a condom, a rubber. This rubber!" Laura waved it and put the used condom on her nightstand. "I sucked him out on the front porch just before I came inside. I wanted to be sure the taste was still in me."

"I can taste him, taste both of you."

"I can too. I told you our next kiss would have his cum on my breath, in my mouth."

"Yes, you are always faithful in your way."

"Give me your hand." Dan found she had worn panties home. "Greg let you wear one of his pair home?"

"No I took these with me; Greg still has all six pairs. I did wear the pair you picked out to dinner, Greg liked your taste."

"I'll bet he liked my taste in the panties my wife was wearing for his birthday."

"Can you feel how swollen I am, my lips, my whole cunt?"

"What I feel is wet, how wet you are."

"Yes, Greg put a lot of cum in me, in my pussy, my pussy cat cunt."

"How many times . . .?"

"I'll tell you the details, for now just a lot, we did a lot. Do you want to do me; I want you to fuck me if you want me."

"I want you; I need to fuck you, to know you came home, know you are still here with me."

"That was never a question Baby, take off my panties, see how wet and fucked swollen I am down there." Dan pulled the cloth away and saw Laura's red and swollen pussy. Even in the dim night light, Dan could see bruising, and shining cum inside and out.

"He worked you over good, fucked you really good, didn't he?"

"Oh yes, baby, Greg really fucked me good. I egged him on in every way. You can tell he worked me hard, can't you?"

"Yes, it is obvious. He really fucked you and used your pussy hard; brutal is what you look like."

"Yes, brutal, a good brutal; I pushed him for brutal and he responded."

"I want you, want you now. Let's get this dress off."

"Pull my skirt up, fuck me in my dress. I want to know and I want you to know that nothing delayed me from coming from my boss back home to my husband. Fuck me in the dress I wore tonight."

Dan was ready, nude and erect he climbed in the saddle. Laura's swollen lips held him back, tried to deny entrance, but he pushed through. Dan's cock tip found a hot pool, a grotto. Laura's cunt was swollen, steamy wet, and slick. "That's Greg's cum slick that I feel in you, isn't it Baby?"

"Yes Baby, your cock is in a pool of fuck juice Greg and I made; I wanted to leave it in for me, for the way it feels in me, for the way Greg put his cum in me. It is there for me, but I am glad you can feel it, feel your cock in my pool of sex." Dan pushed completely in, his cock was covered in cum; Laura made the cum pool when she was with Greg. "Ahhhhhh!"

"That's it, Baby, just feel the cum, enjoy your cock soaked in my cum. When you are ready, just fuck me; fuck me however you want, for your pleasure." Dan began a rhythm of slow, deep thrusts into his wife. Laura winced a grunt with each meeting of their pubic bones, but she offered no objection. "That feels soooo good, I like your strength. Fuck me like this for a while." Dan kept his steady thrust, thrust, thrust; he heard Laura's grunts but her sex slickened pool sucked his cock onward.

Laura drew her knees higher, her dress bunched at her breasts. She used her hands to pull Dan up and above. "Go fast and fuck me hard, use me just for you, I want to be for your sex tonight, right now. Fuck me hard and cum hard; cum hard in me while I tell you I love you." Dan responded, he drove his whole body down and into Laura as rapidly, as forcefully as possible. His cock was a spear tip piercing his lust victim. All of the evening's pent up emotion flowed into his sexual being until Dan erupted and added his essence to Laura's sex pool.

With each cry of Yes Dan made, Laura matched with I'm here. Dan's orgasm was all consuming. Every bit of doubt and concern ejaculated out of him and into Laura. Dan didn't recognize that he alone had the violent orgasm. Laura's satisfaction was in her conscience, she had not denied her husband anything that she gave her lover earlier that night. Finally Laura rose and undressed. She promised Dan she would tell all, but for now she needed sleep, sleep in his arms.

Morning came all too soon. Both could have used more sleep, but work beckoned. They finally staggered to the shower hand-in-hand to wake and wash their sex coating away. Dan was amazed and concerned at the bruises all over Laura's body. He took her wash cloth and tried to tenderly wash away the hurt. Hickeys on her neck looked ugly, and would advertize her passionate activity for days. Her tits were still red, bruised finger and thumbprints were darkening. They wouldn't wash away. Greg's teeth marks were apparent everywhere on Laura's chest. Dan knew Laura had kept telling Greg to bite harder; she would do that, she loved rough treatment there.

Laura's cunt, though, her beautiful, clean shaven cunt, had been absolutely ravished. Dan understood now, seeing her swollen lips in the brighter bathroom light, why he had to push so hard to gain entrance. Her outer labia were bulbous, swollen shut. A boxer's eye would not be more swollen, more sealed shut. Teeth marks were evident here also. Laura insisted on cleaning her vaginal parts herself. Dan went to his knees to inspect as she opened herself and sprayed warm water on, around and inside herself.

Dan gently opened his wife and placed the gentlest of kisses on each part of her pussy. "I know I could never do that to you, for you."

"I know that, my sweet loving husband, I know that"

"You kept pushing, didn't you?"

"I asked him, I begged him; Greg didn't do anything to me I didn't want. He didn't do anything I didn't push him to do." As she told her husband that truth about the physical sex she shared with Greg, Laura knew she was concealing the emotional side. So be it, for now at least.

Unlike Monday, Dan was clear of mind and eye as he drove to work. He greeted everyone cheerfully on the way to his office. When his secretary brought his morning coffee, he had a big smile for her. Monday to Tuesday was like night into day. Dan went straight to work, he was a whirlwind. Reports, client calls, research, analysis, none of his normal daily tasks posed any problem. He was Midas, it seemed as if everything he touched came up golden.

Even his occasional thoughts of Laura were warming and pleasant. Mostly he recalled the bruising and swelling her lush body displayed. Laura really enjoyed the stiff work out part of sex; she liked it rough and hard. Not always, but more than just sometimes. Dan smiled when her bruises came to his mind because try as he might, it hurt him when he hurt his wife. Greg had given the bruises; she craved the hard stimulation that Dan's feelings denied her. Dan knew that Laura was feeling a sweet agony at this minute because her bra must be pinching on her sensitized nipples. The nylon of his wife's panties and hose must be building a gamey moisture that would sensitize her swollen lips all day long.

Laura did feel the sensations Dan thought about. Far from bearing up, she reveled in a glow of continuing sensuality. A twist in her seat would scrape a nipple inside her bra. Her sensory system brought Greg to mind immediately, and she remembered exactly why she felt this way. She remembered Greg twisting, pulling and biting the nipple last night. Last night's bite brought today's delightful torment. As far as Laura was concerned, she wanted to feel this way forever.

Greg had a morning meeting, it would last until lunchtime. Laura was relieved that he was gone from the office. She had a feeling Greg would want to press her about last night, about possible future dates. Laura knew that hurdle must be crossed, but not first thing this morning. While Laura thrived on the physical sensations she felt the day after her wild sex with Greg, facing the emotional parts of her evening would not be as pleasant. Exciting, yes, certainly the emotions were exciting; yes, certainly facing the consequences would be exciting. There were some negatives that cropped up last night that might continue into the future.

I love you was a phrase Laura never intended to say last night. She never intended to feel it, never intended to even think it. I love you should never have entered her mind last night, but it did. Now Laura was stuck with a situation. Maybe two, three, four situations were out there on her horizon. First and foremost in her mind, should I, and how should I, tell Dan? Second, how do I tell Greg, yes, I meant what I said, I did love you last night, maybe do love you today, but that love must fit into a broader context. Third, how do I deal with myself? I loved what Greg and I did last night with each other. I want more! I think I just might actually love Greg in a certain way.

It was the fourth situation Laura really dwelt on. I want this to keep on going. Can I have both my husband and my boss/lover? Here, Laura came up against a wall. She realized that she had been unfaithful to her husband, unfaithful to Dan. Laura could rationalize everything about Friday and being faithful. She could rationalize the weekend and Monday's activities, the sex part. In Laura's mind, fucking Greg for his birthday was not an act of infidelity. Telling Greg she loved him was unfaithful to Dan. Saying the love phrase would be unfaithful even if she didn't mean it; saying I love you to Greg and knowing that she meant it was even worse. I love you was the scarlet A.

Greg returned from his meeting as the provoking thoughts worked through Laura's brain. She gave Greg a bright smile and the purse of lips might have been an air kiss but no one in the office would know, and shouldn't. Greg saw the smile, felt the air kiss, Greg knew. The kiss stopped him in his tracks, and he leaned close to Laura. They could easily be talking business, some detail about his meeting, but he was asking about lunch. Laura put him off, "I'll bring that right in to you, sir."

Laura didn't want lunch with Greg; that would lead to conversation. Talking about last night wasn't the problem, talking about tomorrow would be inevitable. Laura wanted tomorrow, but not quite today. She wanted some time to think by herself today. Carrying an inconsequential file, Laura went in Greg's office. "No to lunch, I am going to do a girl thing, go shopping. I will say yes to one thing though."

Disappointment showed on her boss's face. "What is the yes thing?"

"I want to kiss you; I want you to kiss me. I'll say yes if you ask, and if you don't ask I'll take matters into my own hand."

"May I have a kiss in lieu of lunch?"

Laura stepped into Greg, pressed hard against him and they shared a lover's kiss. Greg held her tight at first, wrapping her in his arms. Laura's hands wandered under his suit jacket, over his chest. She pressed her lips tightly to her lover, used her tongue with snake-like motion, flicking and tasting. Greg pressed her for a small arousal; he began biting her lower lip. Laura moaned and gave his teeth full play. 

Laura began breathing hard, feeling a growing heat in her body. She pushed Greg's hand between her legs and tried to say feel me through their kiss. Her body language was sufficient; Greg first cupped her sex and then squeezed harder. Laura moaned again. The second moan guided her lover's hand under her skirt, just thin nylon separated them. "I'm tender from last night, very tender. Squeeze me harder, get me good lover, get me good."

Greg took a tight hold and a hard, full hand squeeze. "Yes, that's it baby, that's it." A shift in his grip pinched her lips between fingertips and the heel of his hand. Greg pressed as hard as he could, Laura gave a small shriek. 

Greg pressed the question once more, "Lunch?"

"No!" 

Greg kneaded as he squeezed, the pressure was even greater. "Lunch today, right now?"

"No! Not today, Thursday."

"Tomorrow, tomorrow or I don't let go."

Laura's resolve weakened. "Mmmmmmm, just a little more; we can do Thursday and Friday."

Greg finally let go. "You must really want to go shopping, Thursday and Friday it is."

"God, I just came in for a kiss and now I am really worked up."

"You need to start wearing stockings more often, instead of pantyhose. I can get at you better, get at your cunt the way you like me to."

"If I wore stockings every day, you would never get any work done and neither would I. We would both get the can."

"I liked your can last night, I think you did too." 

Laura laughed, "Men."

"Are you going shopping for more panties for me?"

"No, you have to buy the next batch of panties I model for you."

Laura bent over Greg's desk, took a piece of scratch paper and began to write. She felt Greg's hand under her skirt, she expected as much from her pose. Laura took her time writing; she opened her legs and pushed her rear to greet the hand. After a minute or two of pleasure fondling Laura turned and handed the note to Greg. "What's this?"

"My sizes, panties, bra, waist and bust for garter belt, stockings, slips, that sort of stuff. Knowing those, any sales lady will help you get what you want me to wear. Victoria's Secret has nice stuff; but there are some other shops that have things that are even more sexy, European things."

"So, I am supposed to go shopping for things for you to wear? That might be fun, maybe I will."

"I'll tell you what, I am going shopping today; you go shopping at lunch tomorrow. I will wear whatever you buy underneath on Thursday when we do lunch together."

"Don't forget lunch on Friday. We could do Friday lunch in my bedroom and not wear any clothes. How does that sound?"

"That sounds like a plan you would come up with, but it's probably not going to happen. Who knows, though, it might be fun, maybe, some day."

"I just came in for a kiss, somehow we got side tracked. See you after lunch." Shopping for Laura turned out to be fun. She wasn't looking for anything in particular, just looking. The costume shop was a pleasant surprise. It catered more to theater production costumes than casual party wear. Laura found a sexy harem girl outfit that was really well done, a belly dancer costume. It was sexy and almost revealing and almost not. A flash of brilliance burst in her mind.

I can be Scheherazade or whoever that girl was in the tales of forty nights. I can wear this to tell Dan about last night, about being with Greg. Wasn't the tale something like if it's a good story he will want to hear more and not kill me? I hope that works with Dan, what the hell, give it a try. For the sake of my marriage, $150.00 is cheap, "Put it on the VISA please."

Elysian Luxury caught Laura's eye in the next block. This might be a place to send Greg shopping, she thought. The lingerie they had was sinfully elegant, fit for a courtesan lady. Fit for a sinful affair between secretary and boss. Yes, this is definitely the place to send Greg. "Could I have one of your business cards to give to a friend?"

"Certainly ma'am, here you go."

"You do assist gentlemen customers, don't you?"

"Of course, many women send their gentlemen to see us, both kinds." They chuckled together and Laura handed over her VISA card.

Laura began working her way back toward her office. She realized that she had bought something for each of her men, but she had not let her mind fret over the conundrum of having two men. Strolling along still looking in windows she said to herself aloud, what the hell girl, you deserve a day like today once in a while. A shoe store window stopped her. Those are sexy, she thought, really sexy. Laura entered the elevator with three bags and three VISA receipts totaling $412.92. She added the bills on the way to her desk.

Greg was waiting for her; they both looked at their watches. "I'm sorry, I got carried away. The next time I go shopping instead of lunch, I'll be more careful about time."

"Well, you bought some stuff; some women just look and take even longer."

"Your ex, I presume; sorry, I shouldn't have said that, uncalled for."

"Maybe a bit uncalled for, but on the money. What'd you get?"

"Not out here, but this is for you." Laura gave Greg the Elysian Luxury card. 

"What . . .?"

"Let's go in your office."

Laura closed the door when they entered and proceeded to lay out the sexy things on Greg's work table. He whistled approval. Laura picked up the receipt, "Two hundred somety something, you better whistle twice." 

Greg went to his door and locked it. "Model them!"

"No, not here in the office, I'll wear them . . . ."

"Model them now! Get that damned dress off and the stuff underneath." The forceful command had her nude in thirty seconds.

Three minutes later, Laura stood before her boss, in his locked office, wearing a wickedly sexy bra, panty and garter belt set. It was sheer red trimmed in metallic gold. Laura was fastening the garter snaps on her last gold lame stocking. "Hand me that shoe box, please." The heels were bright red leather with a gold piping around the top. They were four inch heels, taller than Laura normally wore, taller than she had ever worn to work. Laura strutted on parade around Greg's office and then led him by hand to his chair.

"I hope you like them", Laura sat in his lap. Greg's hands were everywhere on her body. He felt every inch of lace, but spent special time pinching her nipples to stand out through the fabric. "One kiss and then I better cover up so we can get back to work."

"No, stay like this for a minute."

"Greg!"

"Like this, in my lap in your pretty things. Is this stuff from the business card?"

"Yes, the lady will help you, she expects you. I will wear anything you buy from there, wear it for you proudly."

"Anything, any time, any where?"

"Yes, for you, my love, anything, any time, any place."

"Get on your knees, under my desk."

"No, Greg, we have to get back to work."

"Do it, quick, I won't last long, you have me hot; I want to cum."

"You want me to suck you off you dirty old man?"

"Yes, suck my cock, Laura." 

Laura went to her knees. As she unzipped his fly she said, "No, I won't suck your cock, but if you hold my head and call me by my cock sucking name, you can fuck my face."

"You asked for it, bitch." He grabbed handfuls of hair and pulled her completely onto his cock, Greg went all the way in, choking Laura from the start. He shook her head around his cock, held her lips mashed into his pubic hair, and flexed his hips fucking furiously into her throat. "Eat my cum you cock sucking bitch, choke on me." Greg was right, he didn't last long. His first shot went straight down Laura's throat; he pulled back and let the next two pool on her tongue. The final spurts decorated her face.




Always Faithful Ch. 02



Greg backed his executive chair away; Laura went to hands and knees. Both were breathing hard, flushed with excitement. "I just whore fucked your face and you loved it more than I did. You have been whore fucked in your sexy undies under your boss's desk."

"I'll be back under your desk at five after four if you think you want more." Laura went to her boss's wash room to get presentable and then back to work.

"Hi Baby, I have a surprise for you, fix me a vodka tonic and I'll be back down in a few minutes." Dan saw his wife carry some packages with her to the bedroom. She returned fifteen minutes later and Dan thought he was on a television set - I Dream of Jeannie. Laura almost looked like Barbara Eden, just a bit bigger. 

"Is there a costume party I forgot all about?"

"No, did you fix my drink?" Laura sipped and then continued, "Do you remember the fairy tale where the harem girl told her master stories every night to save her life?" Dan knew Laura's version was twisted and mangled, but he sort of knew what she meant. 

"Yeah, I think so."

"I bought this to wear while I tell you about last night, last night with Greg. It might take several nights to tell, especially if we get distracted. I thought seeing me in this outfit might remind you that you aren't really supposed to kill me."

"Okay, I won't kill you no matter what you tell me, but the outfit is fun, I like it, you look cute, sexy and cute." Laura pranced around the den; she posed playfully in her outfit. She ended her prance and dance in Dan's lap with a kiss and a hug. 

"Let's finish these drinks and then you go get comfortable. Do you want dinner first, or story time?"

"Story time, the hell with dinner, I have been waiting for story time too long."

"Okay, when you go change, put on those black silk PJ's I got you last year. If I am going to do costume for stories, you can too."

Half an hour later Laura was sitting at Dan's feet in their den; she was getting into supplicant story teller mode. "I want to start with this, what I said at breakfast yesterday was totally true. When I left for work I hadn't decided, I knew I might fuck Greg, probably would, but sex was not a given. I was having a lot of fun teasing you, also teasing me. When I got to work, I continued my fun teasing Greg."

"How, did you start, by flashing your panties, his panties?" 

Laura realized her story telling night might be difficult. "No Baby, Greg was just as curious as you were yesterday morning, as curious as you are now. My first tease was just putting him off. I told him later."

"Okay, I'll be good; I will let you tell your story. I'll bet it is a good one."

"Oh, it is that all right, a good one. There will be things you probably won't like, that might upset you, but it is a good story."

"Go on, you put him off."

"Yeah, Greg tried to ask questions as soon as he got to work; I wouldn't answer. I just smiled and told him to wait. He could see the gift all wrapped on my desk. I made sure he could see it, I wanted him to wonder what it was."

"You are a teasing wench, aren't you?"

"Sometimes, when I want to be." Laura gave a kiss with her last comment. "You guys seem to like me as teasing wench, don't you?"

"Sometimes!"

"I put him off for a couple of hours; then I took him his birthday present, just before lunch."

"That's when he saw your panties?"

"More or less, some of them, not the ones I was wearing though."

"Not those, not the white ones?"

"Let me tell the story; I was still teasing him, making Greg wait. I told him about lunch and dinner, then I let him open the card."

"That had the . . .?"

"Yes, the red ones I wore all day Sunday. Greg was funny, he put them to his face; he tried to inhale them. He was hooked on me immediately. He sniffed, rubbed them all over his face. He licked and kissed my worn panties, Dan, can you believe that?"

"Damned right I can believe it, I would too. If my secretary gave me her panties for my birthday they would be up my nose right away. Hell, Greg may be your boss, but he is a guy."

"Yes, he sure is a guy, all man. Next I let him open the gift box, the black panties. I still teased, gave him a choice of white or black; he choose black."

"If Greg said white?"

"I would have lifted my skirt; I was wearing the white thong, remember?"

"Oh yes, I remember the white thong that was almost nothing. But he wanted black; that makes some sense."

"I thought about changing into the black pair you picked out, Greg loved those. I decided not to and we were off to lunch."

"Where did he take you?"

"A very romantic place, intimate, we had a small room to ourselves. I got bad there, let Greg have some fun."

"How? How bad did you get?"

"Well, I think our waiter saw my tits, saw Greg pulling on them."

"Out in the open?"

"Yes, Greg had them out, he was working them over."

"He got them out, open and bare?" How was the obvious question Dan asked.

"Well, you know, it just happened."

"No Baby, out with it. Tell me how; you pushed him, didn't you?"

"Maybe a little bit, but you helped."

"Me, no way, I wasn't there."

"Greg liked the blouse you picked out; when he saw my bare back he went for my boobs and found my bra in the way. I went to the ladies room and made some adjustments so he could get at my tits."

"You took your bra off, right?"

"No, just folded it down so I hung out. That was enough. Then I told Greg he could undo as many buttons as he wanted, for his birthday."

"Laura, you slut, in a restaurant, in public?"

"Yeah, I told you I got a little bad. Well Greg opened my blouse a lot; he was really pulling on my nips. I told him to milk me like a cow."

"Slut, you slut bitch, telling your boss to milk you like a cow in public. That is pretty far bad for my sweet wife. Laura you are something else."

"I saw the waiter coming and told Greg. He said he would keep milking me until I said stop. It felt so good; I waited until the waiter was almost at our table."

"Laura, I can't believe you did that, went that far."

"I was still putting my boobs in when he got there; I am sure he saw what I was doing." 

Dan was shocked at the story his wife just told, shocked and turned on. He leaned down and planted a passionate kiss on Laura's lips. Dan's kiss relaxed Laura; she hadn't realized she built so much stress.

"Would you fix me another drink Baby, I am suddenly thirsty?" By the time Dan returned, Laura was upright on her knees, her head was at his waist. She needed to satisfy a curiosity. "You're hard, I wasn't sure if my story would piss you off or turn you on."

"Not pissed, bothered, and really turned on as you can see." Laura kissed cock first, next licked up and around her husband's cock. She sucked him in and began an up and down pressure motion.

"Oh yes, that's good. Suck my cock, Baby." Laura kept to her steady bobbing and sucking pace. "Did you suck Greg like this?" Laura just nodded up and down as she sucked, she didn't want to let go. Dan groaned, he knew he should be offended, angry about his wife sucking her boss. His cock felt too good in her mouth to let anger intrude. Dan still had questions though; he had to ask them. "Is Greg bigger, better than me? Tell me!"

"Not much bigger, a bit thicker, that's all. You are about the same length. No, he is no better than you; your cock is better because you're my husband. That makes your cock special."

Laura sucked Dan in again; he was satisfied with her answers. He gave in to the pleasure of her mouth. Laura used her hands to urge a fuck rhythm. She took Dan deep inside her mouth, took all he had to give. Just when Laura was sure she had her husband accepting her behavior, Dan showed out. "Suck my cum, wife; drink mine just the way you did Greg's last night." Laura took all he had to give, she loved sucking and swallowing her husband's passion. Still more work, Laura thought to herself, Dan's acceptance is not quite complete.

Laura and Dan sat quietly finishing their drinks before the tale of last night resumed. Laura told in detail about her first sex with Greg, the fierce passion and hard fucking roughness of their sex. She made sure Dan understood that she had asked for the rough stuff. Hearing about dinner was actually more disturbing than listening to Laura's story of getting fucked. When Laura told about her pleasure at dressing formal with Greg for dinner, Dan realized that another man had a date with his wife last night. In a strange way, it seemed more intimate than the hard fucking sex. How strange that the intimacy of a dinner date topped her sexual infidelity.

After talking about her dinner with Greg, Laura was more than ready to take Dan to bed. She promised to finish her story over the next few nights. "There is still a lot to tell, darling, a lot to tell. I want you to tell about your night too. Let's go to bed and fuck and do this again tomorrow."

Wednesday at work was a carbon copy for Dan, lots of energy and substantial progress on the tasks assigned. Laura was diligent in the office as well. No one who saw her at work on Wednesday would guess she had torrid sex with her boss on Monday, and had been under his desk sucking his cock Tuesday wearing only bra and panties. Laura was in a whistle while you work mood.

Only Greg was put out and confused in the office. He tried overtures with Laura but she brushed him off. At a minimum, Greg was hoping for a repeat performance of yesterday. His desire, so obvious when Laura saw his suit pants bulging, was to get Laura somewhere away from the office at lunch. Somewhere they could find the privacy to reduce his swelling. Finally, Laura made her intentions very clear, no sex today, no sex of any sort. No show of affection either. There was little Greg could do but accept her wishes. Promised lunches on Thursday and Friday would have to suffice. As for Laura, fidelity was her watchword today.

At home that evening, Laura suggested a joint shower to set the mood for the evening story telling. Both had fun lathering each other, hands substituted for wash cloths. Special places received extra attention. Laura told Dan to lather up and then guided his hands to her still tender pussy. She could see a question in his eyes; Laura knew the question. "No sex pool in there today Baby, but we can try to make one later, will you help?" Dan used gentle strokes to soap her inside and out.

Toweling each other further heightened their need. Story time would wait, making love had a priority. "Make love to me Baby, make love the way a husband does for his bride on their wedding night." Laura played every reassuring card in her deck. Dan responded by kissing every part of her body. He kissed everywhere, from forehead to toes and all the erogenous places between. Dan had Laura moaning for more and brought her to screaming orgasm with the most tender finger and tongue stimulation of his wife's sensitive pussy. Dan achieved his orgasms as well, first in classic missionary and finally with Laura riding him from above.

They lay coupled after their final shared orgasm kissing and composing themselves. Finally Laura announced story time. "Let's go to the den again; if we stay here, all we will do is fuck."

"Nothing wrong with that Baby, your story got me ready last night."

"Maybe we can go for three or four, but let's talk downstairs first."

With drinks in hand, Laura wanted brandy tonight, they were in costume and ready. Laura began the conversation. "Tonight's story will be shorter, but it will probably be more painful for you. I don't want to cause you pain, but I have to tell the story the way I felt it. You might get upset."

"Just tell me your way, we will deal with my feelings."

"Our feelings Baby, your feelings are mine and mine are yours." Laura settled in at Dan's feet for the night's story. "I want to talk some more about our dinner. Being with Greg then was probably the best part of our evening. We were a good looking couple; everyone could see that we were. I liked being dressed up, being with a good looking man in a tuxedo, having everyone see us together like we were. This may be had to explain, and harder for you to accept; it was romantic. I haven't felt that romantic in a long time. Not since we first were together; not since we first married."

"Laura, I, I'll, we can try to do those . . . ."

"Yes Dan, we need to, we should, for both of us, but it's not exactly the same. We can't be young lovers again; we can't be new lovers again. Our romance will be different, it has to be different. What I felt Monday night at dinner with Greg was the romance of a new love."

"Laura, you l . . .?"

"No Dan, don't misunderstand; I am not saying I love Greg, not at all. What I am saying is that there is a romance to discovering, learning, experiencing what might become a new love. Even if I know, and I do know, that Greg will never be my lover."

Dan's Oh was a whoosh of his being, his soul expelling. "I, I, I don't know what to say."

"I don't either, but I had to say these things to you because I love you, not Greg, you."

"You were right when you said tonight's story would be difficult."

"I said painful, I expect it is painful."

"Yes, some pain, not broken, but some pain; painful is the right word."

"There is one more part to tonight's story if you are up to hearing it?"

"Yes, tell me."

"When we first got to Greg's house, he asked if we could make love. I told him he could make love to me, but after he had fucked my brains loose. I said if you can still get it up after that."

"That was the story you told last night, about Greg fucking your brains out?"

"Yes, and he really did a good job as I told you last night. My brains were in a sex spin."

"So, you eventually made love, he could get it up again?"

"Oh yes, Baby, Greg got it up again. When we returned from dinner we made love. In his bedroom, he undressed me; I undressed him. We kissed a lot, a whole lot of kissing, Dan, a lot of kissing and touching."

"Just like we do?"

"Yes, darling, just like we do; let me say this clearly, I made love with Greg that night, this time we didn't fuck, we made love."

"You right, it is painful to hear you say that, say those special words. Thank you for being honest enough to tell me."

"I know it is painful to hear, but it is true. We made love really well together, we both had a huge cum together; Greg was a really good lover for me that time, really good."

"Better than me, than us?"

"Not better, no better than our best. Almost as good though Baby, almost as good. That is the painful part to tell."

"How many times did you make love, fuck, have sex, whatever?"

"Dan . . . ."

"No, tell me, I really want to know. You have told two stories, how many more?"

"Okay, I said I would tell all; four, we had sex four times all told. Greg wanted me to spend the night with him; I couldn't do that. We probably would have fucked a couple more times if I had stayed. That was the only time we made love, though."

"I wondered, that was one of the things I wondered, thought about." Laura wasn't the only part of the couple soul baring; Dan had just revealed one of his fears from that night.

"When were you sure, sure I would fuck him?"

"After your email, I knew you had decided, both of you."

"That was wicked of me, cruel. I can't tell you how bad I feel, how ashamed of myself for doing that to you."

"I went pretty much catatonic after that, I don't know what time I left work. I don't remember driving home. All I know now, from what you have been telling me, is that I watched television and drank vodka tonic all the time you and Greg fucked." 

Laura went to her husband and held him; she cooed a humming song as she would to comfort a child. "Let's go to bed Baby."

During her morning shower, Laura realized she had a problem. Today is Thursday, thought out loud. And silent, I promised Greg lunch. Even worse, I promised to wear those sexy things for him. I don't really want to do lunch with Greg today, Dan seems so vulnerable. How do I get out of here today wearing those things? I can't let Dan see them. Greg will want to see them, I know he will. 

I'll be lucky to get away with a simple blow job under his desk. Greg will want to fuck me, maybe insist; force me to fuck him. He won't really have to force too much. Oh shit! Dan, Baby, you will probably fuck a swampy pussy tonight. Laura was in the shower a long time. So much to clean, she thought. Laura dressed hurriedly while Dan had his shower. Normally she did her make up in her underwear. Today she wore her most lawyerly suit, a charcoal pin stripe, and a tailored white blouse. Dan came out to dress as Laura did her face.

Although he didn't say anything, Dan noticed the change in routine. What was different about Laura this morning? He began looking. "Big meeting?"

"No, I just decided to make a professional statement, fashion wise."

"I guess that can't hurt, protect your image."

"Yeah." Dan looked further and noticed the faint outline of red bra strap across Laura's back. Professional image on the outside, sexy image underneath, I wonder if there just might be more than meets the eye? They had breakfast and were on their way to work.

Laura was the one distracted this morning while driving to work. She had promised lunch, hinted at more. The part of her mind focused on she and Dan wanted just lunch with only a little flirty behavior. A story she could tell Dan without causing pain. Laura hated the deception she was living today; the deception couldn't go on much longer. On the other hand, the Laura side of her brain, she wanted to wait for Greg under his desk. Laura could see herself doing just that. She could see her neatly folded suit draped over the back of Greg's chair. Choices, choices, which way to go?

I wonder where Laura is; she always beats me to work? With keys out, Greg found his office door unlocked. What's going on here? "Oh ho, what a surprise!" Greg draped his suit jacket over the clothes on his chair back, unzipped his pants and sat down. Laura took over; her tits were out waiting for Greg to use as a handhold. A wet mouth devoured Greg's cock, Laura sucked hard. She worked her lips and teeth over the cock shaft.

"Oh yes, suck my cock, suck me darling." Laura guided big boss hands to her tits; she decided to suck to Greg's touch. A hard squeeze would beget a cock bite; a feather touch would be followed with a feather kiss. Laura's hands started him off on his exploration and pleasure. They found a simpatico; each using tactile expression to communicate and fulfill desire.

Suddenly Greg grabbed two big handfuls of breast, as much as he could hold. He pulled hard. Laura pushed forward completely, choking his cock into her throat. She gagged continually, but never thought of pulling back. She would not remove cock from it's new home. Greg held his grip; Laura stayed choked on him. Their eyes met sharing desire, lust, a quest for more sensation. Greg's phone rang, and the sound set them off. Laura began to shake at the sound. Greg moved to hold her head tight and fucked shots of cum down his lover's throat. Each ring of his phone called an ejaculation from Greg's cock.

Greg managed to answer at the fifth ring. He held Laura in place as he talked, he could feel her choke spasms around his cock. How long could she go; will she pull away? Laura was transfixed; she would not give at all, not until Greg released her head. His inevitable softening afforded some relief, Laura breathed through her nose, but she kept swallowing cock. If there was one more drop of cum, she wanted it; Laura wanted to suck every bit of sperm Greg possessed at this moment.

Laura heard Greg parry a lunch meeting, "Sorry, I can't make lunch today. I have a previous date. How about three in my office? Fine, see you then. Bye for now." Finally he released Laura's head and pulled her from under his desk. "My god, you are something else, this beats morning coffee all to hell and gone." Laura kissed her boss and began tucking and straightening her under clothes. "I hate to say this, my darling, you best get dressed. We have to do some work today. Put the three o'clock on my calendar, please."




Always Faithful Ch. 02



At lunch, in the same restaurant, the same alcove, the same waiter, Greg set the perfect tone. He asked a question of contradiction. Greg was lawyer and lover both at lunch. "How can you look so feminine, almost delicate with me the way we did Monday at dinner, and yet fuck like a linebacker and love it?"

"Tell me more, talk to me. You may be on to something." Laura put that suggestion on the table between nibbles at her meal.

"You were the one who insisted I wear a tux to dinner. I've never seen you in such a feminine, dressy dress."

"And?"

"I understand Formal Dress Expected on invitations; that's why I have a good tuxedo. No woman had ever hinted, let alone insisted I wear one for a date."

"I am not some other woman, I am Laura. You better understand that now."

"Oh, yes ma'am, I do understand that. Do you tell Dan to dress formal when you two go out?"

"Dan isn't at lunch today; it's just Laura and Greg. You better understand that too."

Greg continued the conversation, switching to Laura's sex preferences. "You are a dichotomy about sex as well as dress. I have never fucked a woman, fucked and used hard, the way I did with you Monday. You pulled it out of me. Yet, the one time we made love, sweet and tender, caring, really loving, it was beautiful and exciting." Greg paused a moment to consider his thoughts. "The other times, when we had hard rough sex, that was just as exciting, maybe even more exciting because you wanted it that way. If I held back; would you have been disappointed?"

"I don't think disappointed is the right word, but not as satisfied. We probably wouldn't be here today if you had held back Monday."

"Yeah, you get that at home from a man you love."

"You are quite right, but I told you before, Dan isn't at lunch, just Greg and Laura."

"Turn to me, your back." Laura looked at him funny but did as Greg asked. She felt him fiddle at the back of her bra and then it fell loose. "Take your panties off and put them on the table; then figure out how you want to put your bra beside them." Laura stared at Greg trying to understand his game; she decided to play. She knew taking panties off while sitting could be done discretely, but why bother. She stood, hiked her skirt and slid them to her ankles. She gave Greg a full moon when she bent to pick them up to make a centerpiece.

"The bra too, you want my bra with my panties?" Laura paused and stared for a moment, "I'll need champagne for this act. Call the waiter, please darling." They talked about the pleasure of power sharing until the waiter delivered their champagne. Laura insisted on having the traditional first taste. She spoke to the waiter, "This is my boss and my lover, Greg. He wanted my panties on the table and he wants my bra beside them. He unfastened me in back; I want you to do the rest, would you like me to stand?" 

"Madam!"

"You will earn a good tip; please do it." Laura held each arm to him in turn, the waiter unfastened her cuffs. "Undo as many buttons as you need to, want to. Take your time, enjoy my breasts, Greg does." Five buttons were loosened, well below the line of Laura's breasts. Laura did not flinch, she actually smiled encouragement; the waiter spent more than a short minute with hands inside her blouse. Finally he handed her the bra. Laura put it beside her panties, made sure Greg's eyes were focused on her, and allowed the waiter a good two-handed feel of her tits.

"Pinch my nipples hard and get them excited for my lover; then leave us to our fun." Laura saw no need to button her blouse; stiff nipples stared at Greg through the remainder of lunch. They stayed well past the normal hour, mostly talking, some kissing and fondling interspersed. Their talks centered on why. Why Greg after all these years? Why the dichotomy, rough and tender? Why the high style and cheap public exhibition? 

"I'll answer this way, honey. Oops, I didn't mean for that to come out. Partly, the why is that is what I am, a complex woman. The why Greg is because it was our first date, my first date not yours, and it was a good date; I liked it and I want you to like me."

"I get a honey too then, I loved our first date, honey, and I really love everything that went before and after. And you said it once Monday night so I will say the same now . . . ."

"No, Greg, please don't."

"I love you; am falling in love with you Laura, secretary Laura, and wife of Dan Laura."

"Oh Greg, I wish you hadn't said that. I know we both are feeling that way, but please let's leave it."

"Call the waiter, we need to go back." Laura gave the waiter a twenty as a tip and asked him to help her button her sleeves. She told Greg to add an extra fifty to his tip. They paid the bill and went to the car. 

"When do you want me to put these back on?"

"Never, but I guess you must, better do it before work." 

"Find a deserted alley on the way back, there's no park." Greg found an alley; Laura took off skirt and blouse, stepped from the car and had Greg dress her. She could care less if anyone watched, almost hoped at least one someone did.

On the elevator, Laura grabbed Greg's crotch and held on until the doors began to open. A major erection caused Greg to walk carefully to avoid exposure. "If I may sir, after you get started with your 3 o'clock meeting, I will duck out early. I need to spend some quality time at home with Dan. I was thinking of cooking a fancy dinner tonight."

"Come in the office and let's take a look at what I'll need. Greg locked the door after they entered.

"Take your suit off, I want to fuck you bent over my desk." As Laura unfastened her skirt she said, "No! No fuck, no cum in my pussy today."

"Keep taking your clothes off, I want to fuck you, you heard me."

"You want to mark me with your cum, I know what you want."

"Yes, I do, and since you are leaving early, you will have time to cleanup at home before Dan gets there." 

Laura couldn't fault his logic, and she knew Greg was trying to assert a sexual point. "I want to suck you, to eat your cum."

"Have you made Dan eat my cum from your fucked pussy?"

"Not yet, do you want panties on or off for your fuck?"

Greg won the point, "On, pull them to the side. I want to leave a puddle in them you can feel as you drive home."

Laura assumed position, her ass out and spread, cunt ready for her boss. Greg drove straight in, their hips banging made slap sounds. Laura grunted as air was forced from her lungs. Greg pulled all out and slammed in hard once more. "Bitch, take dick you bitch. Laura is my married slut secretary who loves to take boss dick deep and hard, don't you slut bitch?"

"Yes, fuck your bitch, fuck your slut." 

Greg continued hard banging thrusts, he unfastened Laura's bra for the second time today, and then he slapped each ass cheek hard enough to mark. "I'm going to cum deep and big, leave enough in for Dan to taste tonight you cheating bitch wife."

The wife word brought both over the edge. Greg and Laura had thundering orgasms together; the intensity was heightened by the need for quiet. Greg pulled her off the desk and pushed Laura to her knees. "Clean my cock Laura, clean our juices with your mouth." As she sucked, her boss lover worked on her exposed breasts. His pinching twists were vicious. Greg was being intentionally painful. He wanted Laura to know he could give something Dan wouldn't. Laura knew.

Greg felt himself pulled closer, Laura had her hands around him; she was pulling him deeper. Just like this morning, she began gagging and choking. Greg wouldn't cum so fast now; time was needed to build a second load. Laura held tight, sucked hard. Greg fucked her mouth as he had just fucked her cunt. He felt her go slack and finally pushed Laura away. She was still gasping when Greg pulled her into his arms and kissed her. "Get dressed and go home darling; I do love you, I love you."

Laura was showered, in costume, and dinner was almost ready when Dan walked through the door. To his surprised look, Laura told him she took off a few hours early to fix dinner. Dinner was delightful, just good food and conversation about Dan and Laura stuff. Nothing about with Greg intruded. Soon enough they were in the den ready for story time. Laura poured champagne for tonight's lubricant, surprising Dan.

"You bought champagne on your way home?"

"No, Baby, I brought two bottles home Monday night; we didn't drink all Greg bought."

"Oh, I thought you got it today, or maybe yesterday when you bought that sexy knew underwear you wore today."

"No, it's been in the fridge since Monday night."

"I only saw the bra from the back, through your blouse, did Greg get to see more?"

"Yes he did, but that's not this week's story, maybe next week."

"Just through your clothes, or did you undress?"

"He saw more, leave it there."

"The outside, or did he see the inside of your bra and panties too?" Laura lied with a half truth, "Just the outside, I modeled them for him." She needed to get tonight back on track. "Do you want to hear about the rest of Monday night?"

"Tell me, we can drop the bra and panties modeling." 

Laura knew today's episode would have to come up again in the future. She hated lying to her husband, especially about something as central to their marriage as today's events. She could speak truth about Monday night, and that was tonight's story.

Laura first told about giving Greg her anus as sexual treasure. "After we made love, the way I told you last night, we drank some champagne in bed. I told Greg that as a reward for fucking my brains out and making sweet love, he could have whatever he wanted. He wanted my ass."

"You said he was thicker than me, right?"

"Yes thicker, he is thicker." Laura explained that she had to drink several glasses of champagne to get ready to take Greg up the ass. She told about Greg lubing her, getting her open, being gentle as he fucked her back there. "After a while, I got into it, began enjoying him, just as I do with you when we fuck that way."

"Yeah, you do, so did you get off with his fat one up your butt?"

"A little bit, I had a small orgasm and Greg had a big one. He loved fucking me that way."

"I'll bet he did. Did you make him . . .?"

"Yes Baby, he wore a condom, he had some, no problem there. We were safe."

"That's good." The concern on Dan's face relaxed.

"What you tasted in my kiss came from that rubber; I brought it home with me. I drank it on the front porch before coming in the house."

"That's gross, from your ass and you kept it, drank his cum, then kissed me?"

"It sounds gross, but it really wasn't that bad." Laura smiled. "Let me finish, then I want to get you in bed." 

Laura proceeded to tell about their final sex session of the night. It had been their fourth time, Dan's fears were well founded; Greg could get it up and cum four times in one night. In Dan's mind, Greg was becoming Super Stud once again.

"I wanted our last fuck to be hard and rough. I know you don't like to be too rough with me; you love me too much to really hurt me. Greg didn't have that problem." Laura told how she pushed Greg further. She said she was the one who dared him to make her cunt swell to seal his juice inside. She begged him to suck and pinch and bruise her tits so she would feel it the next day. "Dan, I swear to god that I love it like that sometimes, so rough I almost can't stand any more. I cum so hard after rough sex like that."

Monday night's story was almost over. They finished the champagne as Laura told the end. "Greg wanted me to spend the night, I told you that already. I had to come home to be with you. This is where I belong and want to be." Laura described cleaning out the condom to keep her promise. She talked with conviction about feeling how much her husband loved and trusted her because he left the light on and the door unlocked. "Dan, I was so proud to have you open my swollen shut cunt and bath your cock in my sex pool Monday night; it thrilled me when you fucked me like that." With that final expression of love, Laura's harem girl tale was finished and they went to bed.

In the bedroom, Laura offered her husband her ass for his pleasure. She promised she would suck him hard and off when he finished, whether he used a condom or not. "If you want to go for three, I'll get you hard again and make mad passionate love with you as I do with no other man." Dan did eat his wife's boss fucked pussy, but if he tasted any of Greg, he made no mention. Three times they fucked, once for each orifice. Three times, but not four. Their clock indicated well after one o'clock when they finally slept.

Dan slept well, he was sexually drained. Laura did not sleep as well. In telling her story, in draining her husband, she knew she had concealed some important parts of the story. Laura knew she told the physical story accurately, completely. Dan could not call her liar about that. She withheld most of the emotional part. The most important emotional parts were still secrets gnawing at her.

In the morning, at breakfast, she told Dan she wanted to talk more about Monday after dinner that night. When Greg arrived in the office, Laura cancelled their lunch date. She told Greg there were things she had to talk to Dan about, deeply emotional things important to their marriage, and she couldn't have a lunch date like yesterday on her mind when they talked. Greg understood, he wasn't happy, but he understood.

Laura was distracted all day. Her mind churned with her infidelity. She knew she had to explain those three words. They came out in heat of passion, but there was that element of premeditation. Laura knew, she knew full well, that she planted the love seed and then challenged Greg to fertilize that seed. Greg responded to her challenge and Laura loved his response. 

While the other two legs of the love triangle were not having good days, one was. The burst of energy and focus that banished Dan's Monday cloud continued into Friday. In the afternoon, the VP called him in and congratulated Dan on his work for Business Lady. Dan had brought in a big new account; the Business Lady people wanted Dan to lead the work. Dan left the office with a glow of triumph. He beat Laura home and had champagne chilled; he stopped for two bottles of his favorite, Piper-Heidsieck.

Laura was excited for her husband. She relaxed having a normal conversation about husband's work as any normal couple would. She recognized his brand of champagne; was glad he stopped and bought it rather than use the last bottle Greg bought. Nothing of Laura being with Greg would intrude - yet.

At seven-thirty, Dan realized he had been talking about Business Lady for over an hour, almost nonstop. "What about dinner?"

"I can pass on dinner if you can."

"Big lunch with Greg today?"

"No, no lunch with Greg. I had yogurt and an apple at my desk. Greg wanted to take me to lunch, but I turned him down." Dan was silently pleased that his wife had turned down her boss's lunch invitation. He gave away his pleasure with a kiss.

Laura wanted to steer conversation away from Greg, back to Dan, "Did the Business Lady account come from the blouse you bought for me?"

"No, just coincidence, but my part with Business Lady did come up Monday, while you were wearing that blouse." Both knew why she wore that blouse Monday; Laura being with Greg seemed to creep into everything about their lives. Damned, Laura thought to herself; may as well get it over with.

"Okay Dan, I said this morning there was more I wanted to talk about. More about what happened on Monday that I need to tell you about." As any good husband would, Dan sensed that Laura was nervous, apprehensive. "If we are going into story time, Scheherazade, let's go put on our outfits." Dan wanted to ease Laura's tension, he helped. 

"We don't have to."

"I want to, let's go upstairs."

Nude and about to become a harem girl once more, Laura heard Dan say wait, not yet. "I want you to model that sexy underwear set you bought and modeled for Greg."

"Why, that's not part of Monday night's stories?"

"I know, you bought it after Monday, bought sexy things to wear for Greg. I want to see you in them just the way Greg saw them."

"Dan, don't!"

"Please Baby, just do it for me, please."

"Oh hell, of course I will; you know I will do anything for you, Baby."

"If I'm dressing in whore's clothing, let's make a production." Laura gathered her things from her hamper. Stockings went on first; she stretched each leg out pointing as she pulled them taut. Laura knew how to strike a sexy pose. She repeated the same gesture with her garter belt in place as she snapped each stocking tight. For a change of pace, she put her bra on first; Laura jiggled and adjusted with obviously extravagant motion to settle her boobs into place. "Do you like so far?"

"Yes, they are sexy, did Greg get this view?"

"No!" Laura stepped into the red and gold panties and pulled them up. She went to her closet and put on those same heels. "Here is the view Greg saw." Laura went to Dan and kissed him, do you like what Greg got to see?"

"Yes, I like what I see. Those are damned sure fuck me shoes, aren't they? I have never seen you wear any quite like those."

"I don't think I have ever bought pair like this, they seemed to go with the rest of my outfit."

"Model for me, just the way you modeled for Greg; I think your husband deserves as much as you gave your boss."

"Dan, why are you doing this, it must be torture for you? This outfit and the modeling belong to another story, another time."

"Just model for me please, humor me. You can leave the story about Greg's cum spots on your panties for another time, it will keep." Following a frustrated sigh, Laura tried to duplicate the modeling she did for her boss. She substituted her vanity for Greg's desk giving the final bent over pose. "I can see why he fucked you looking like that, I would have. Let's go to the den and finish Monday's story."

Dan's words in their bedroom may have helped, Laura realized. Dan knew, guessed well, that her infidelities had continued; maybe that would make what she had to say easier to get out in the open. No easier to accept, that Laura had let her emotions be overcome would be easier for her to say. Laura took her supplicant position on the floor beneath her husband. Just go for it, she thought to herself.

"Dan, I have been unfaithful to you, to our marriage vows of fidelity."

"I know; you fucked . . . ."

"No, that is not at all what I mean. Yes, I fucked Greg; yes, I let him have my ass; yes, Greg and I had sex in every way Monday. In my mind, I did not break our vows by having sex with Greg on Monday. What I did was worse."

"Huh, what did you do that was worse than fucking him in every way?"

"What was worse was I said to Greg, I love you." Laura saw the pain, pure agony and fright break instantly over Dan's face. "Even worse than that, my husband, my sweet loving husband who I love so dearly, I did something even worse than say I love you."

"You meant it, didn't you?"

"That is what is worse, Dan, that is how I betrayed our wedding vows. I tried to hold back, wanted to hold back, wanted so much not to do and say those words. I felt them, lived those words for the night with Greg, and the words just came out. I said I love you to Greg. That I said it in the heat of passion doesn't matter; that I said them at all matters. I lived those words and what they mean Monday night with Greg. End of confession, at least about Monday night."

Dan was shaking, he was visibly wracked. Laura could see his trouble; she had to get close to him. Her kisses finally drew his in return. Laura held him tight and continued to kiss with her husband. "I love you Dan."

"I love you Laura." Their joint realization was important to each other. "You are still fucking Greg aren't you, at work, in his office?"




Always Faithful Ch. 03.1



Author's Notes: First and foremost, Always Faithful is a work of fiction; no characters depict any known persons. To the best of the author's knowledge, there is no women's clothing manufacturer by the name of Business Lady. This is the third post, another five percent, of a much longer story. I intend to submit successive parts frequently. Part Three is lengthy, about 35 or 40 Literotica pages, so I will break the posts into more manageable size. While the length of the story is Novella sized, I have always thought of Always Faithful as a natural Loving Wives story.




THREE – BEGINNINGS OF AN AFFAIR – 3-1 FIRST DATES

After Laura modeled all the new dresses Dan bought they retired for the night. Bed wasn't a play pen tonight, they cuddled and slept. Bare skin molded male to female as though trying to forget and make up for two weeks estrangement. They made love in the morning with bright sun filtering through draped windows. A new day dawned for Dan, Laura and their marriage.

Spring weather was cooperating on a beautiful Sunday, winter was gone and the day promised warmth. Laura suggested breakfast on their patio. She donned her new pink nightgown set and with Dan in PJ's they ate a relaxed breakfast in the sun. "Is there any more of the champagne chilled, I think today is a champagne day in every way?" 

Dan went for a bottle and as he poured said, "We are getting decadent, best be careful about drinking before noon. I guess having champagne at the first patio breakfast of the year can be excused.

"Dan, I am glad two weeks ago is behind us." Laura didn't think she needed detail in her remark, both understood. This might be a case of the less said the better. Still, there were details she and Dan needed to talk through. An awful lot was still in the air, even though Dan had sort of agreed that Laura could continue, even expand, her affair with her boss. Dan agreed with his wife's observation; he was as aware as she that further talking things through would be necessary. "I am glad we've cleared some things between us, Laura, but I don't think either of us has signed up for a smooth ride, no bumps."

"I really had a good time with you yesterday. I don't mean just the dresses, beautiful as they are; I loved the shopping part of yesterday. I loved sharing the day with you. We need to do more of that, share time with each other."

"Yes, we do need that, we need to talk, really talk, about things."

"There is no better time than today to start, let's get away from the house, go to the park by the river. We can walk and talk and enjoy the beautiful day."

"Sounds like a plan to me."

An hour and a half later, fancy dresses and tuxedos were far from their minds as the couple strolled along a trail by the river. "I know you said as much with actions, buying the red cummerbund was the final gesture, but let's talk openly. Are you telling me that my affair with Greg was okay, or are you telling me that it is okay for me to continue being with Greg at times?" 

Dan waited to frame his response carefully. "I don't want to push you into being with Greg again, more than you have." He paused again. "When you continued, after that Monday, had sex with Greg in the office, you were telling both of us you wanted to be with him more than once."

"Maybe, Dan, maybe I was sending a signal, but if a signal to you, why did I keep it from you? I didn't rush right home and tell you, remember? For god sakes, I got under his desk, wearing only my bra and panties and sucked Greg. He sat in his chair and I gave him a blow job, not just once, three times."

"You said twice."

"Huh?"

"You told me you gave him two BJs after Monday."

"I guess I forgot one Baby, I am sorry about that. I sucked him three times; Ionly fucked him once in the office."

"Anywhere else, blow jobs or fucks?"

"No, just in the office, three and one, that's all."

"We are get . . . ."

"We got . . . ."

"distracted! – tangent!" Both laughed, they knew number and place were extraneous to their conversation. "Did you really do the ultimate boss and secretary thing?" 

Laura had to blush, "Yep!"

"That's such a work place myth thing, everyone laughs about it, but I don't know of anyone who has really had that happen, no one at all. When my wife does her boss for his birthday, she goes all the way." 

His last words earned Dan a hug and kiss from his wife. "Okay, I guess I do want to continue my affair, my affair with Greg." 

"There are still things to talk about, talking about you and Greg."

"Yes, still a lot to talk about." Walking and talking, both agreed on the basic outline, Laura would be in charge of how her relationship with Greg developed. She made clear to Dan that she would not seek his approval often. Dan could object to any action, but he would not have automatic veto. "If I have to get your approval, Baby, it would kill the romance for me."

They walked and talked; Laura found some flat stones and asked Dan to skip them across the water. Laura made clear to Dan that she wanted to keep some parts of her affair private; she thought the privacy would be a way to keep a mild tension in their marriage. "I want some tension, Dan, I don't want to do a wife sharing thing; I want the tension of an affair. Not too much tension though, not more than we can safely handle."

"Oh!"

"I'm not going to tell you every time either." Dan heard his wife tell him that she wouldn't always tell him. He assumed that was for the tension. Laura explained her thinking a little different. "An affair should have mystery. Romance needs mystery. I don't intend telling Greg everything either. That is why I insist, I am not always going to tell you when I am with Greg, when we have a date."

Laura made the point that Dan would often know even if she didn't say anything. "If I wear that red dress you just bought in the evening you'll know I am not going grocery shopping, right?" Both laughed heartily at the thought. "Well, I won't be wearing it going out looking for another guy either." She was very reassuring about one aspect of their marriage; Laura wasn't looking for something Dan was holding back in their relationship.

"I want to keep you guessing every once in a while, wondering if I am out on a date with Greg, or just out. That's for both of us, I am a married lady and I am going to be dating another man. Those dates will mean more than sex, not just go fuck Greg; you know that don't you?"

"Fucking is your primary thing, whether you admit it or not, it is important to you. If you say fucking Greg isn't important, you're not being honest"

Dan's point stopped Laura in her tracks; she couldn't take her husband lightly on this. There was a bench nearby; she sat down and looked inside herself for a full five minutes. Dan just waited; he knew he got to her with his words. "Okay, damn you, okay. You are right, I want the romance and excitement, but I really like the way Greg fucked me. From the first time, I liked it. The first time was the rough time, and that was great. The second was the love making time and that was great too."

"I liked the times in the office, even that first Friday before I gave up my body. I really liked it crazy, being under his desk in bra and panties sucking his cock in the office."

"Was what you felt, the danger of doing it in the office, or the nastiness of being under his desk like that?"

"I'm sure both, Dan, one time we didn't even lock the door. When he fucked me in the office I had him put my panties in my mouth to keep me quiet. One time, we both had a cum as his phone rang."

"You slut girl, my woman is an absolute slut for her boss." Dan's words earned a big kiss.

"So you are right, sex with Greg is important to me, I can't get that kind of sex with you because we know each other too well. I get it with Greg because we don't know each other sexually."

"Not yet!"

"Yeah, not yet, do you mean something more?"

"What will happen when you and Greg learn more about each other? Let's assume you have an affair with him for a good while, a year or more. He will learn more about you sexually, get used to you, and you will get to the same place with Greg. Here is my real question, what then? Do you slow down, break off the affair, or find someone new?"

"Jeez Baby, you can ask hard questions, you're right of course, you're right to think ahead. I damned sure haven't thought about those things."

"I have one more question that you haven't thought about and almost surely can't answer."

"What's that?"

"Would you cheat on Greg after you got comfortable, want to try someone else on the sly, or even up front as you did with me?"

"You're right, I don't know the answer to that one Baby; do you think I should?"

"Know the answer?"

"Cheat on Greg."

Both Dan and Laura roared with laughter at her response. They headed for the car and home. Dan wanted to make one more point, about their marriage. "I see a keep fresh aspect to your affair with Greg. For you I mean, but I think also for us. Being with Greg should add vitality to your outlook."

"You are probably right. You do see people and things more clearly than most men." Laura suggested Chinese take-out so they could continue their discussion on the patio. She wanted to go over what they talked about and expand their discussion.

As they ate Chinese, Laura said she wanted to go over what they talked about by the river but focus more on them and their marriage. Laura did most of the talking; she wanted this time to make clear to Dan what she wanted from her affair. Dan's role would be to answer her questions and accept her words and decisions.

"I will tell you when I am going out with Greg, but not always. I want you to know, and to think about us being together, just like you did that Monday on Greg's birthday."

"Because you want to tease me, challenge me, test me, is that why you want me to always know?" Dan deliberately misinterpreted Laura; he was pushing for reassurance. "No, and I didn't say always, I said not always. Part will be tease, test, and challenge; I want that for you and for us as couple." A pause, "I want to keep our excitement level high. Ours, Laura and Dan's excitement about Laura's affair with Greg, I want us to feel excited. I do like that simple phrase, with Greg, I notice you using it too. When you use it, when you say she is with Greg when we talk, you don't always sound as positive as I feel. That's good. That is part of your tension, and part of my romance."

"I know that the romance is a big thing for you, maybe the biggest."

"Romance is a biggie for me", Laura agreed, "and this is, will be, my affair, not yours, not yours and mine and Greg's."

"Uh, okay, I think. I think I understand you."

"Greg isn't getting a free ride either; I plan to be just as quixotic with him. I don't want to be just a piece of ass. I will not be the secretary he is fucking this week, this month. If I even think that is in his mind, you have a full time wife again Baby. You won't have to share any part of me with Greg if he just wants a piece of Laura's tail."

"What about you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Is Greg more than a fat dick, a fat dick between the legs of a guy who will do things I don't to your body?"

Dan's question caused Laura to pause; her immediate response was yes, but then maybe the answer is no. Laura said, "I want to think that one through, give me a minute." Laura used her chopsticks to eat her food, then continued. "Dan, I said this before, you ask the damnedest questions; you ask questions that are so simple. Those simple questions you ask make me look all the way through me."

"Romance, I said I want romance with Greg, I want romance. The outward side of romance is dressing in those pretty dresses, being out in public with a handsome well dressed man. Having others see me and my man as an attractive couple. I want that with Greg, but I could have all of that and maybe more with you. You are the one who just broke the bank buying those six really pretty new dresses. You bought them for me to wear to be romantic with Greg. You would look as good on my arm, and I on yours, as any man in the world, including Greg."

"Greg is a good physical lover, he has a nice dick. His cock is just a little bit thicker than yours, and that thicker feels really good, but not that much better than your cock. Greg may use his cock a bit different than you, but it isn't really better, just different. He uses it a bit different because he is new to me. That said, you are a damned good lover, husband, damned good."

"I am grateful for that vote of confidence; I hope that isn't the public praise vote before the manager gets fired."

"Huh, what do you mean?"

Dan had to explain the baseball ethos. 

"No Baby, you never get fired from my team. You are too good, we have too much together. I want to keep you forever. I also want Greg. I want the dating, the public appearances, all of those trappings right along with you. And I want his big dick and the way he fucks me. Maybe this is what it boils down to Dan, Greg and I have really fiery sex when we fuck and when we make love. I like that fiery sex; I want to keep having fiery sex with Greg."

Laura continued about her desires from her affair. "The next question for us, and we haven't talked about this one at all, is how often? I am not sure how often I will want him, probably more than you."

"Yeah, I am sure, more than me. More than I will want you to be away from me and with Greg."

"I think you might be happy with special occasions, every couple of months, at most, once a month; am I right?"

"I think I can live with once a month", Dan agreed.

"I don't think once a month will be enough for me. I want more. Not as often, as intense, as two weeks ago. I don't want the newness to wear off. Maybe I will want Greg every couple of weeks, maybe even once a week."

A furrow creased Dan's face but he said, "I might even live with a schedule like that, I will try."

"The idea of a schedule is what I don't want; I may want Greg every day for a week. Several days in a row of rough furious sex so I feel it for a while, even show it. What I'm saying tonight, out here on our patio eating Chinese takeout is, I want you to live with that. Live with what I want."

"Just like that?"

"Yes, and there is another related thing I want you to live with. This one may be even harder for you to accept."

"What will be harder?"

"I told you Greg wanted me to spend the night that Monday; what's going to happen the first time I do? There will be times that I want to spend the night, I hope you know that."

"I don't know, I'm not sure, do you have to? Laura, not coming home might be too much for me to deal with, at least at first."

"Dan, let's be clear; there will be times I spend the night with Greg. There may be times I spend more than one night with Greg, be with him for the weekend."

"Laura, I don't know."

"There will be times Dan; I think there must be times for my romance with Greg." Laura knew she was pushing her husband hard by her actions. She had to be hard, but walk a fine line. Even more than she wanted her romantic affair with Greg, she wanted her marriage with Dan as a permanent anchor. "These last questions, sex with Greg when I want it, if I tell you, and whether I'll be home, are things you and I have to deal with together, as a married couple. I am sure you would like to start slow."

"Laura, I think starting slow is best, maybe necessary, for me at least."

"I figured you would say that. I'll tell you what, I don't intend to do anything with Greg out of the office for a couple of weeks. I want him to get used to what I want too. When we do have a date, I just might test you all the way the first time."

"Please Laura."

"I said just might, not I will. Trust me on this Dan; trust me to take both you and I into consideration. I'll be judging you over the next few weeks. I'll make my decisions based on how you react. Will you trust me to make the decisions, to do those things, spend the night?"

"I believe you are as committed to us, to our marriage and future as I am. I have to trust you."

"It's getting a bit chilly out here tonight, ready to go in?" Laura went to change, she returned to the den in her new pink night gown. "I'm in such a good mood that with one more drink I just might invite the nearest man to my bed. That would be you", she said, pointing with her leg. 

Her pointed leg exposed a pretty pink slit, but Dan didn't need visual stimulation. "I'll accept that invitation."

"You can make love to me tender and sweet, or you can fuck my brains out. Dealers choice."

"I may do both."

In their bed, Dan played Laura's body as a sexual instrument. His fingers played across his wife's throat; everywhere Dan's fingers traced, his lips followed. Pink circles of areola became a magnet for his attention. Laura's nipples called out to be pinched and tweaked, but they received only gentle strokes and kisses. Dan reached his wife's mound with his sensual wandering across her body. He wondered as he kissed and sucked, if tonight might be the last time he wouldn't have to wonder. Would Greg be here first; the next time I kiss Laura here will I also be kissing part of Greg?

Torment wracked his brain and energized his actions. Dan repeatedly stabbed at Laura's slit with his tongue. He drove his face onward, as deep as he could plow her pussy furrow. The sudden change of pace stoked Laura's excitement, she thrust forward to meet her husband's urgency. Suddenly Dan was upon her, his cock inside where it belonged. Laura knew how to draw the best for them; she squeezed within as if to strangle this wonderful cock with her love and her body. Their loving tonight began with tenderness and light stimulation. Now it was elevated to high passion, and Laura travelled that high plateau with her Baby to their mutual orgasm.

Descent from the heights was slow, as slow as their climb together; it was just as enjoyable. Laura kissed Dan's lips that had given her such pleasure. "Thank you Baby, you were great. You can eat me like that anytime. Your mouth really got both of us going tonight."

"You tasted sweet, so fresh and sexy sweet. I figure I better enjoy you fresh like this whenever I can."

"Are you afraid I won't be as fresh next time if I have been with Greg?"

"Knowing you won't be pushed me, drove me into eating your cunt even deeper."

"I don't know whether to be fresh and let you think I may not be, or the other way around."

"You slut wench, you would, you'd do both."

"Maybe." They continued cuddling, needing to share their love and bodies. "Let me ask a question Baby, since we .are talking about me as less than fresh and pure. You had your cock in a pool of Greg's cum in my pussy that night, you knew he was still there inside me, how did it make you feel? How did I feel? How did you feel?"

"Hot, hot and wet! You were burning up inside, slick with Greg's cum but on fire. That was the physical part, you felt hot and wet and very slippery. Truthfully, it was heaven. Knowing how you got that slick and wet got me even hotter-than-hard hot. Some of what I felt was the waiting, the build up. Much was the pure physical sensation. There was probably some male competitive stuff thrown in. I needed to reclaim my territory."

"You are welcome to reclaim your territory every time. You can mark your territory like an animal, as long as you understand your mate may cross the marked line from time to time."

"I guess I better start marking." Just as Laura offered, this time Dan took her body roughly. He used his strength to mark his territory. Laura was bruised and sore after her second orgasm and Dan had tooth and nail gouges on his body. They slept with contented smiles side by side until dawn.




Always Faithful Ch. 03.1



Greg reaped the benefits of Laura's fantastic weekend. Her warm smile, even warmer and brighter than Friday's smile, greeted his arrival in the office. He was at his desk when Laura brought the morning mail. The mail went on his desk, she sat on his lap, and her lips and tongue took their place on his mouth. The kiss was not a quickie; they took time to make up for a weekend apart. "Laura's first new rule, I intend to start every work day just like this. I am going to kiss you good morning. No peck on the lips or cheek, I'll give you a real lover's kiss every morning."

Greg remembered Friday began with a kiss. "Is this a gift from Dan too, should I send a thank you card?"

"No, all kisses I give from now on are from me, keep that in mind darling. Dan and I did go shopping Saturday; he picked out several new dresses for me. He also bought something for you. I'll give it to you at the appropriate time." As Laura spoke, Greg's hands roamed over her chest. He unfastened one button and let his fingers play on her skin above the bra cup. Greg's hands earned another kiss. Suddenly there was a light knock at Greg's office door.

Laura jumped to answer, straightening her skirt as she opened the door. Greg turned to his mail. One of the senior partners needed a word. Laura returned to her desk; she immediately checked her makeup for telltale signs. She noticed the button on her blouse, shit! We have to be more careful in the office, she thought to herself. Greg still gets his morning kiss, I get my kiss, but we have to be careful. When Laura kissed Dan warmly on returning home, her lips were chaste except for two passionate kisses she shared with her lover. Dan, however, had no way of knowing that. His suspicions were active, but not rampant.

Tuesday was almost a carbon copy of Monday at work and at home. The work exception was no knock at Greg's door. Their kiss was extended and Greg unfastened three buttons to get his whole hand under Laura's blouse. At home, Dan had the same curious wonderings when he got his welcome home kiss. Laura did ask Dan if he would photograph her as she modeled her new wardrobe. There was no doubt, although unspoken, who would see the pictures.

Laura vamped more in this modeling session than she did Saturday. Her stocking tops showed as she modeled dresses with slit skirts. She held one side of skirt to her waist giving a good view of hip in her sparkly gold dress. Leaning forward to show more cleavage seemed natural. Dan got into being a cheesecake photographer; he totally put aside who would benefit from the end product. Husband and wife had two hours of fun, smoothed with another bottle of champagne.

The entire evening was splendid irony. Dan was photographer, his wife Laura was model, they drank her lover Greg's favorite brand of champagne while Laura modeled dresses Dan purchased for her to wear on dates with Greg. They adjourned to their computer room to edit and print pictures that Laura would take to work tomorrow. It was almost midnight before they made it to bed. Laura didn't have to beg off pleading she was tired. She decided during the photo shoot that she would do just that, but it wasn't necessary.

Laura hummed as she drove to work. I plan on having some fun the rest of the week; I hope my guys enjoy my fun. Greg found a brown routing envelope he didn't recognize with his morning mail. Laura's intercom buzzed, she went to Greg with a big grin. "You called?"

"I really wanted that picture of you on my desk, but these will do until then."

"I thought you might like them." Laura and Greg enjoyed their first kiss of the day. "How about lunch on Friday boss, are you up for taking your favorite secretary to our favorite spot?"

"Do we have to wait until Friday?"

"Yes, I have something to do at lunchtime today."

"And what is more important than lunch with the boss?"

"I have to make an inspection; I need to check underneath your desk."

"Okay, I guess we can wait until Friday, we do owe each other a Friday lunch if I recall correctly."

Laura remembered to lock the door when she went for luncheon treat. Greg decided he wanted her nude under the desk, Laura agreed readily. "Be careful not to mark me, but give me some of your special feelies before we get to the main course." Greg's hands worked her good spots. Laura was about to go down below when she had a thought. "Coat your cock with some of my special sauce before I have your special sauce for lunch." Greg bent her over his desk and stroked into her cunt. He pumped hard and fast; Laura resisted letting him finish. She missed his fat cock in her pussy.

On her knees in a flash, Laura told Greg exactly what she wanted. "Hold onto my tits and fuck my face just the way you did my pussy. Give me everything you've got." Greg took a good grip, squeezed hard, and told Laura to get ready. His first thrust was fast and powerful. Cock went all in, choking Laura immediately. He squeezed his tit hold harder and began full strokes into Laura's face. 

"Take it slut, choke on my dick." Laura was forced to gulp air on Greg's outstroke. She slobbered drool down her chin, around Greg's cock. Suddenly, her boss was ready to cum, so was she. They held each other sealed tight, Greg wriggled his hips, fully imbedded until he spewed into his lover. Laura tasted nothing; Greg shot straight past her taste buds.

Greg held tight after his orgasm. He was fully into Laura's throat. Will she push me away; she can't breathe like this? Laura didn't push, and Greg could see her face getting red. Finally he pulled back and Laura collapsed head first into his lap. He lifted her head and kissed her tenderly until she recovered and was breathing normally. "You're incredible; I've never known a woman like you."

"I can't be this way with anyone but you."

Greg pulled Laura from under the desk into his lap. He fondled her cunt while he nursed at one of her boobs. "I almost wish I were pregnant so I could feed you my milk. That feels so good, I love the way you are sucking my breast right now."

"If you want, we can try."

"No way lover; I don't think we can go that far."

"Just practice?"

"Yes, Dan has agreed, sort of, to practice. He might buy a pretty dress for me to wear on a date, but raising a love child would be too much for him to handle."

Dan's homecoming kiss was passionate, that had become their norm. He tasted no hint of Laura's lunch time tryst. Laura had already decided since she didn't get to taste, Dan wouldn't. She saw no need to tell him anything. He might know something tomorrow, he definitely will Friday. Laura had the week well planned.

"Your cock felt like it was right where it belonged yesterday, I want it again today." Plans were made and at three-thirty Laura parked in Greg's driveway. Her blouse was unbuttoned when Greg opened the door. "We've got almost two hours; I'll tell Dan a lie about working late." Laura left her skirt and blouse on the floor by the door. "Pump me hard and fast like yesterday, do that for me the first time and you can have me anyway you want after that."

Greg took her doggie style; he alternated slapping her ass cheeks with slapping at Laura's pussy. Laura let the walls know her pleasure at the fuck Greg was giving her; her screams were loud and constant. She orgasmed first but Greg didn't stop. He kept his steady fuck stroke pace. Soon Laura was back at her peak. This time she reached underneath to Greg's dangling sack and squeezed his orgasm out of him. They collapsed with Greg on top.

As they rested, Laura told Greg she wanted him to think of a good date evening where they could dress up and go out. "I want to wear that red dress you saw in those pictures for you."

"I'll look at my social calendar."

"A Friday or Saturday night would be best, I think."

"Will you stay the night this time?"

"Yes!" 

Greg's cock completed the march to full erection when Laura said yes. "Do you want to do dinner and dancing again?"

"That would be okay, a good starter course, but I really want you to take me some place you can show me off, a coming out event so to speak."

Erect again, Greg was fully ready to make love with his married lover. As much as he loved the way Laura allowed him unrestrained sexual use of her body, Greg really enjoyed making love with delicacy. He rolled his lover on top and planted her on his cock pole. Greg took in her beauty above him. "Let's go slowly this time lover, I want to build a mountain with you and climb to the top."

Greg flexed his thickness inside her, Laura responded using her muscles. Their hands and lips played each other's body. Greg would sit up so their lips kissed, then Laura bent down to lead the kissing. Both loved the sensations when Laura bent to drape her breasts on her man's chest. She swung back and forth gently to some internal rhythm with nipples brushing nipples. They talked to each other as passion built, love talk, nonsense talk, telling each other when a motion worked.

Greg's control wavered first; his hands clutched his lover's hips a little harder. He began pulling her tighter to his mid section as his upward thrusts became more extreme. He was panting hard when he began lifting Laura in the air with each thrust. "That's it darling, you are getting close, fuck into me harder; I love it when you fuck me like this." Laura was almost there; her body told her the explosion would come soon. She knew how she wanted to make Greg cum this time.

Suddenly Laura was folded down and around her lover's chest. Her mouth was at his ear nibbling. Greg heard her whisper, "You're almost ready darling, I want to cum with you. Cum with me when I say the words in your ear, say them into your soul."

"Yes, yes!" 

Laura now pressed her hottest kiss on his lips. She felt his passion through kisses until they throbbed together. It was time, she whispered again. "I love you darling, I love you." They screamed in unison, at this moment Laura and Greg were one soul joined; nothing else existed in their universe.

Laura's world was a cocoon of warmth. She stayed wrapped on top of her boss without motion; they simply kissed and relished their togetherness. Greg still pumped his sperm; he could never remember delivering this much for this long after initial orgasm. He now had a new definition of perfect sex. "I've never had a time like this, never made love with a woman with this much love and emotion before. You bring out everything that I have to give." Laura sighed. "I want this forever, Laura, forever."

As much as she knew she wanted exactly what Greg just voiced, Laura had to begin her metamorphosis. Soon she would have to be Dan's wife, not Greg's lover, not her boss's mistress. Her inner feelings became twisted with conflict. She licked Greg clean to taste their combined flavor. "Dinner and dancing with you will be great, but I really want to be with you as your lover. I want you to find a place to out us. My husband knows I have you as a lover, I want everyone else to know." Dressed and about to leave she told Greg that tomorrow he could have more.

"You had sex with Greg again today; I thought I could taste him when we kissed. I could really taste him just now, licking your pussy."

"Yes, I did have sex. We left work early, I went to his place. We did it twice."

"I was sure, at least once. I could taste him in you; I could taste you with Greg." 

Laura heard their code phrase, "You liked it, didn't you?" Dan didn't respond. "There should be plenty still inside me, Greg gave me a lot today. Come stick your dick in me, into the hot pool Greg and I made for you."

"You love that, don't you? You love having your cock in my cunt after it is hot and wet from being with Greg. Fuck me and I will tell you I was with Greg and he fucked me." Dan's excitement swelled and his cock seemed to harden even more. "I was with Greg." Dan groaned. "With Greg, with Greg, I fucked with Greg, I fucked twice with Greg; and then came home to you with Greg still inside me." Dan became a fucking blur. 

"Did you, did you . . .?"

"Yes, I did, as we came together the last time I told him."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"That's it husband lover, mix your cum with my boss lover."

The lovers were together again the next night. They were once more in Greg's bed. "You said I could have more tonight, what time is curfew?"

"No special curfew, not all night, but we have time, plenty of time to be together."

"What did you tell Dan?"

"I didn't."

"Oh, are you going to, maybe, call him."

"Maybe, maybe not, I am with you now, not Dan. He should be able to guess I am with you, he watched me dress this morning."

"He watched you dress, does that give a clue?"

"He saw me put on sexy underwear and stockings, I am sure he thought all day about wet pussy tonight."

"Plus he saw you bring an extra dress."

"No, the dress is deception; I put it in my car last night."

"Secrets from hubby, is that good?"

"Yes, I think it is good; good for Dan and I as couple, and good for me to have some secrets."

Greg made his desire clear. "I want the night, all of it."

"I hadn't planned on pushing that hard yet. Let's just wait and see."

"If we do drinks and a dance when we finish eating, can I keep you in my bed late like we did on my birthday?"

"Maybe, I'd like that; I really would love that in fact. Let's just see how the evening turns out."

"If we do stay late, you really should call your husband; he will worry."

"You call him, just use your cell and call him now. Say this: Dan, Laura is with Greg, with me. She will be home later, maybe late."

"Just say that, those exact words?"

"Yes, just those words, hear him out without responding, and unless he says something about emergency hang up."

"You can be a bitch, can't you?"

"Yes, remember that darling, I can be a bitch. Let me shut my phone off before you call him."

"Dan asked exactly how late and then if he could talk to you."

"Turn your phone off, kiss me and take me dancing."

By ten-thirty, Laura was modeling the lingerie she wore to entice her lover. "Yesterday we made beautiful sweet love. Fuck me hard tonight; give me everything you've got. Take everything you want. Mark my body as yours, fill my cunt with your cum and then swell me shut. Send me home to my husband used and fucked hard. Let him know I have spent the night with my aggressive lover. Be my boss when you fuck me."

Laura began to dress at 2:30. She hurt, a good delicious hurt, through her loins. The mirror on Greg's dresser showed bruises already darkening her tits. She had both bruises and teeth marks. Both cavities were filled; Laura wouldn't let Greg use a condom when he took her ass this time. "Leave the underwear you wore today, just wear these under the dress." Greg gave her the black boy cut panties Dan had picked out.

Beside her car, Greg lifted Laura's dress for one last feel of her sex. He could tell he had made her hot, wet, and swollen. "Go home to your husband, cheating wife." They shared a last kiss and then Laura was parking in her driveway. The porch light was on and the door unlocked once again. I wonder if it will always be on and open for me when I come home. An I hope so thought came to her mind as she entered the bedroom.

Dan was waiting, only half asleep. Laura showed her husband her body, the bruises and both cummy holes. She gave up her cunt to Dan's cock, her hot and full of cum cunt. She even had an orgasm with him tonight. She acknowledged the teasing phone call but did not apologize. Their weekend was cool, but not frosty. They even made love again Sunday.

Wednesday evening Dan surprised her. Over after dinner drinks on the patio her husband wanted to talk more about Laura being with Greg. "I know you want to, why don't you plan to spend the night with Greg on Friday?" Laura was more than surprised at her husband's offer. "I want to if you are sure it is okay."

"I found last Friday that I would rather know than not know. I don't want Greg to call again and say that you will be late."

"Did that hurt, hurt you?"

"Yes, the call was painful, almost embarrassingly painful."

"I told him to call, told him what to say; I am the one who told him to listen to what you had to say and then hang up."

"Why?"

"Greg wanted me to call and tell you I would be late, he thought you would worry. I wanted this to be one of the times I would say nothing."

"Oh."

"I was being a bitch; I am sorry if I made you suffer, but that's what I wanted. I was being selfish."

"Call Greg now and ask if you can spend the night Friday; I'll go make fresh drinks if you want privacy." 

Dan returned with drinks and asked what Greg said. "I didn't call him; let's talk first." Dan sat and asked why she hadn't called. He asked if this was getting too much into her business. "No, that's not quite it, I appreciate your offer; making it must be difficult. No, I am actually thinking of us right now."

"How so, I have agreed, how will you seeing Greg Friday affect the two of us?"

"I don't want you to think every Friday night is for Laura and Greg. Some Fridays have to be for Laura and Dan. I also want to decide for myself which of my men get my favors. I want to, and I will, favor you over Greg at times, most of the time I hope." 

Dan kissed his wife softly for her expression. "I want you to go to him this Friday. I want you to spend the night. I want to get used to sleeping alone knowing you are with Greg. Let me have the knowledge this time; you can try surprises in the future."

"Hello boss lover, kisses to you tonight. – I didn't interrupt anything, did I? – Your blonde bimbo is already gone for the night? – Just kidding, darling. – Your brunette lover would consider a proposal for Friday night if you can manage to work her into your busy schedule. – Why don't you pick me up at seven? – Yes, here at home, don't most men call for their dates at their home? – Yes, he is. – Probably Saturday sometime, we can decide that later. – Great, oh yes, wear a good suit or something nice, I'll dress too. – No, not your tux, just dress nice. – I'll let you decide the agenda. - Okay, goodnight darling, kisses." 

Laura put her phone on the table. "Could you follow the conversation okay?"

"Yeah, pretty straightforward, do you tease him like that at work too?"

"Yeah, not always, but he gets his share."

"You can be diabolical, you know that?"

"Yeah to that too, I can be. Okay Dan, you can participate this time. I'll try not to push you too much further than you are willing to go, but I will push. Until Friday night at seven, I am yours, totally and faithfully yours. At 6:59 I will kiss you goodbye until Greg returns me. At 7:00 I become Greg's until he brings me home. Can you live with that much?"

"Yes, thank you for taking my wishes into account this time. It's important to me."

"I know it is important Baby; I love you."

Friday evening at 6:59 Dan got his promised kiss. Laura handed him her cell phone, "Would you put this on the charger for me, the battery shows a little low?" At 7:01 the door bell rang. 

"Have a good time, I mean that." Dan turned to walk away. 

"Wait!" Laura answered the bell. "Hello darling, don't you look handsome tonight." 

Greg kissed his date and then, "A corsage for my lady love." Laura guided Greg's hand under her bodice to pin the flowers, and gave another kiss. Both bid farewell to Dan; Greg promised only to return Dan's wife safely. No time was mentioned, none was implied.

Romance is having my lover come for me at husband's hearth and be my escort to this exclusive dinner club. Romance is my handsome boss Greg in that Italian suit of silk and wool. Romance is how right, how confident Greg and I appear coupled as the maitre de seats us at our table. Romance is the corsage of roses Greg pinned to my dress under my husband's eyes. Yes, that last act is wicked romance. Laura reveled in random thoughts of romance as she began her dinner date.




Always Faithful Ch. 03.1



Greg complimented her dress; he remembered it from the photographs. Laura was wearing gold tonight; it had a low scooped neckline. When Laura had posed for the picture Greg enjoyed so much, she hiked the skirt high to expose her leg to the waist. Laura bent forward touching Greg's hand as she accepted his compliment. Her added show of cleavage was not accidental. Greg whistled softly.

Another romantic notion came into Laura's head; her mind played the traditional bride's rhyme: Something old, Something new, Something borrowed, and Something blue. Laura's face, her whole body, glowed as the romantic notion tripped through her mind. Greg noticed her glow as a flush above her breasts and asked. "Young girl fancy" was Laura's reply.

The something old was her wedding ring set; Dan had given them in love nine years ago. There was a lot of new tonight. The gold dress Dan picked for my date with Greg, dates plural, many to come. The sexy underwear she made Greg buy yesterday with promise of wearing tonight. Mostly, Laura's relationship status with the two men in her life was totally new beginning tonight.

What was borrowed? Laura contemplated; mostly time was what was borrowed, time away from her marriage with Dan. Nothing felt blue about tonight, nothing would, unless . . . . What about blue in the context of blue movies? I will star with Greg tonight, but nobody is going to be making movies. Laura's smile turned into a chuckle.

"Out with it woman, tell me what is behind those eyes of yours that makes you so happy?" Laura told Greg her thoughts, working backward through the borrowed and blue. Her musings made up dinner conversation. They had great fun with the blue movie idea. Greg promised to buy a digital video camera before their next date.

Greg did want to discuss borrowed time; Laura was a bit surprised at his sensitivity to her primary partner and his needs. She thought Greg was more solicitous toward Dan than she was. Greg also added his own view of borrowing time and not wanting to let it go. "You've told me that you can be demanding; I just want you to know that I can too. If I commit to you as my primary relationship, I need to get my full share of your time and devotion." Greg could express his view of reality in difficult terms as well as Dan. 

Laura looked at her lover, but was quiet for a moment. "I need more time to think through what you just said, time and devotion is a juggling act, and I intend to get good at juggling.

Dan scouted all around the kitchen for dinner, his scouting turned up nothing. The refrigerator yielded no appetizing leftovers. He found no quick fix food he wanted. A magnet held a pizza ad to the fridge. "I would like a medium pepperoni with mushrooms please. Yes, anchovies too." Dan drove to get the pizza, driving took him away from the house. What the hell, I may as well get a six pack to go with the pizza.

Pizza, beer, ESPN, and a big plus, Dan had no wife to bitch about the baseball game. Why the hell did I order anchovies, I don't like them. They are way too salty for my diet. I wish Laura was here; maybe she would watch the game with me. We could even talk about clothes and shopping, just to have her here. No, she would somehow bring up something about her and Greg. She was probably having dinner and talking with Greg right now. I'll bet they aren't talking about fashion styles.

Greg was the one having fun talking with Laura about clothes. His primary concern for women's fashions had always been ease of removal. Laura's notion of dramatic presentation was somewhat new to him. Laura began making a point about color selection when she saw Greg give a small wave to someone across the room, "Who are you waving at?"

"You said you wanted to be outed, Jacobs and his wife are having dinner here also. Tonight must be the old goat's anniversary or some such."

"Oh well, it had to happen. I love you Greg, I really do love you."

"Do you want a ring?"

"You picked out some very sexy things for me to wear; a dinner ring might be nice some day." Laura wanted to steer their conversation back on track. 

Greg took Laura's left hand lightly; he touched her rings. "I don't want to replace these; I don't think you want that either. Would you wear a piece of jewelry, a piece given as a token?" Laura tried to be flip. Greg's finger sealed her lips. She kissed him. 

"Take me to the dance floor; walk me right past the Jacobs' table."

"Our next dance better be without these clothes. Take me to your bed; you know what to do when we get there." Three dances at the dinner club were followed by two in Greg's den. Laura's gold dress covered the back of a love seat during the last dance. Now the dress hung next to Greg's suit. Her lover very slowly removed all her remaining clothes. "You are the orchestra conductor tonight, my love. Play my body any way you choose. My only desire is to wake in your arms in the morning and kiss you." 

Greg knew he had choices, how should I make love to this beautiful woman in my bed tonight? I could be soft or hard; I could be fast or slow. Or I can do everything. Greg played Laura from soft purrs when he placed light kisses and strokes to screams for more and harder when he bit and pinched.

Laura almost lost her mind when her lover seesawed three fingers on each of his hands into her pussy. Her feelings peaked at Greg's first probe and seemed to climb forever. Orgasm was upon her, she begged for release, and then there was nothing, no sensation at all. Greg was blowing a gentle breeze across her abdomen. His tongue licked at her navel. There was a hand at her knee using the lightest possible touch. Everywhere Laura had nerve endings, Greg's light touch seemed to find.

No sailplane could have a smoother glide than Laura was feeling until, "AAARRRGGGHH. Damn lover, bite my clit again, just like that. Yes, oh more please!" Greg slowed again. A cat was licking milk at her pussy; that must be what I feel. Greg raked his fingernails in a monotonous up and down motion. This time Laura didn't descend the hill of excitement. She seemed to stay just short of the peak forever. Time lost all meaning; Laura knew only stimulating tremors spread from her clitoris through her entire body.

Laura could feel bed movement, her lover shifted position and a battering ram was in her cunt. Even Greg could not keep light pressure on his lover's clit while driving his cock forcefully into her. He squeezed as hard as his fingers could squeeze. Greg kept his lover on top of orgasm hill as long as his control lasted. Finally he joined Laura in orgasm, filled her with his seed, and then both collapsed into each other.

Rest and sexual recuperation proceeded with leisure tonight. Soft time together was an unplanned luxury attendant to sleeping over. Laura knew Greg loved nursing softly at her breasts; she wanted her time of suckling contentment. Mostly they were lovers, side-by-side sharing skin touch and kisses. Eventually, Laura wanted more. "Let me ride you this time."

Laura rode her stud Greg at a leisurely pace. Leisurely did not mean always slow and steady, however. She was jockey in a steeplechase, and she had her prize stallion as mount. Measured strides were followed by bursts of speed and then vigorous jumps with thudding drops. Their course had many such jumps; each required a sprint to approach with rider holding tightly to her mount. Each sprint to the jump led to airy heights. Each jump to a new height, followed by sudden drop, made powerful thigh muscles clutch jockey and stud. The finish line came in sight; with a last burst of speed they crossed. Once more they rested.

"I like spending the night with you."

"You like? I love having you with me all night."

"I know."

"Why, what is your special pleasure about spending the night, beyond more time with your masterful lover?"

"We don't have to rush. We don't have to have sex three or four times fast to get enough of each other. We have time to enjoy what we just shared." 

Greg kissed her for his enjoyment. "Yeah, that is nice isn't it, pleasant and nice."

"I get to sleep with you tonight; I will sleep wrapped in your arms. I don't have to dress and go somewhere. I can still my desire for more with sleep, knowing we can have sex in the morning when we wake."

"Yes, and that sounds like a luxury I haven't ever had with you. Sex in the morning with Laura sounds a lot better than coffee alone."

"Mmmmm." They held each other tightly.

Greg brought up their discovery as lovers. "Does the Jacobs seeing us together bother you, do you think it will be a problem."

"No, just the opposite. Now I want everyone to know my boss is also my lover. I have decided I will not hide my feelings for you. My husband knows; I want everyone to know."

"It may be a problem in the office, darling."

"I hope it won't become one for you, as for me, I don't care. I am the lucky lady with the perfect lover. I'm trying not to mention Dan tonight, not even think of him, but I have both. Dan is a perfect husband and Greg is a perfect lover."

Laura decided to wear the sexy red nightgown she and Greg picked out together to sleep this night. Somehow the idea of wearing a sexy nightie in her lover's bed seemed romantic. Her red sleep dress capped a romantic evening of anticipation of the raw sex they just shared. Before their goodnight kiss Laura told her lover she wouldn't object if he felt sexy in the middle of the night.

Saturday brought more sex play. Three times, they alternated leading roles, each tried to learn new ways to give pleasure to their partner. Finally toward late afternoon it was Greg who suggested an ending. "I hate to say this darling, but I think it may be time to take my date home." Laura accepted with some disconsolation. "If I had borrowed Dan as a golf partner, I might think of sending flowers to you as a gift. Should I send Dan a box of golf balls?"

"Okay, I'll get dressed. I know when the party is over."

Laura pulled Greg back to continue their kiss as he brought her home. "I want my neighbors to see us, to know I am not kissing Dan." Both used their hands more during their last kiss. Laura made sure Greg had a handful of her breast as she opened the door. Dan was waiting for them in the entrance. "I return Laura safe and sound, Dan. Thank you."

"Hi honey, I'm home." Laura kissed her lover's lips one last time and went to her husband.

Saturday evening, Laura wore the same nightgown and peignoir she wore with Greg Friday. "I thought my color was pink and you bought red for Greg?"

"I decided to bring it home; I wanted you to have me in sexy red too; you deserve it Baby." Dan stroked the red nylon and his wife's sexy body. "Thank you Baby, you were right, so right about my date."

"What do you mean, right to spend the night?"

"Spending the night, of course, but more right that you had to know about me spending the night this time."

"Oh, tell me more, tell me why."

"If my date with Greg was to tantalize you, tease and torment you, you would have been an intrusion. I would have thought about you while I was with Greg. That wouldn't be fair."

"Wouldn't be fair to who?"

"To all three of us, but truthfully to Greg and I."

"I'm glad my insistence was fair to Greg."

"I'm not trying to do a put down Baby, but maybe it isn't the best compliment either."

"No it isn't. Get the rest of your shady compliments out of the way now." Laura heard Dan's discontent. She felt no need to console her husband.

"If you want to take out your aggression toward Greg, fuck my cunt now. Greg is still in there waiting. I bought him home. I didn't think for a moment about you, not a moment, but I brought Greg home in my pussy. If you want to out fuck Greg, stick your cock in me and fuck right into him." Dan did fuck into his wife. "Oh yes, Baby, good, so good, fuck your cock into Greg. Fuck yourself right in with your wife and her lover."

Laura's goading took Dan to his peak. She wanted to twist her husband just a little more. "That's it Baby, yes, this is almost exactly the way Greg fucked me the last time. Give me a little more, faster, go just a little deeper." Dan became frantic with his pounding. "Just a little more, Baby, just a little bit more, just like Greg did me." Dan screamed and released his emotions inside his wife.

"You're good, Baby, really good."

"Yeah! Good!" Laura couldn't resist one last needle. "You're good, but Greg is just a little bit thicker in cock and a lot newer in me." His wife's last jab broke him; Dan cried in her arms. 

"Do you call him Baby too; when you are excited in sex do you call him Baby?"

"Darling, Baby is only for you; I call Greg darling." Laura held her husband until her needle wounds healed.

"Now I am going to love you exactly the way I fucked Greg our second time last night. It was wonderful; I was on top and in full control. I want to give my beloved husband the same thing I gave my lover. I'll never keep anything hidden from you Baby." Laura knew she was lying, but she climbed on top and rode Dan's horse like a pro.

Another spring Sunday found husband and wife sharing a late breakfast on the patio. Laura spent almost two hours telling Dan all about her date with Greg. She spared no details, but there was no hint of the cruel streak she showed Dan last night. Dan was the one who wanted to drink this Sunday. He made his standard vodka tonic, not champagne today. He didn't offer anything to his wife.

They talked all day as the chores needed to run a household were checked off. At conclusion Laura promised her husband a long period of faithful recovery. "I think I should not have dates with Greg for a few weeks, maybe a month or so. Would that be okay with you Baby?" Dan readily agreed. Laura didn't think daily kisses in the office and having her fun under Greg's desk counted as far as faithfulness was concerned. That was just girl fun. "I don't plan another overnight date with Greg until he comes up with a red dress and tux event." Those were her last words this Sunday.

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Always Faithful Ch. 03.2



Author's Notes: Always Faithful is a work of fiction; there is no clothing manufacturer known as Business Lady. This is the fourth post in a series of Laura's affair with her boss, Greg, and her relationship with her husband, Dan. In the prior post, Laura has just returned from spending the night with Greg and declaring her intention to stay home for a while.



THREE – BEGINNINGS OF AN AFFAIR – 3-2 OPPORTUNITIES TAKEN AND GIVEN

"Greg needs me." Dan expected those words; he knew he would desperately need Laura being without her for almost three weeks. Dan was not at all surprised that Greg needed his lover. Dan didn't doubt that his wife needed to be with Greg. He knew Laura hadn't been deceitful when she said not for a month. When she set the target, not until Greg asked her to wear the red dress, she expressed her honest intent.

Wasn't there an old maxim about the road to hell being paved with good intentions? Dan also knew that Laura was a sexual woman getting accustomed to having a husband and a lover. Office kisses would never satisfy his wife. Even the office blow jobs, Dan was still amused by her under the desk BJs, wouldn't be enough long enough. Laura was honest and faithful in her own way; at least she was trying to be honest and faithful.

Laura would not let Greg's needs pass by unmet. She would go to him and fuck him, even more troubling, Laura would most likely spend a night with him soon. Dan had expected this moment, anticipated his wife coming home from work and saying these very words. The words still hurt. Knowing they would come didn't soften his pain. Dan knew of no way, neither trick nor reasoning, to keep the pain away from his being. Knowing and accepting that your loving wife also loves another man does not vanquish pain.

Pain was evident on his face, to Laura it was obvious, as Dan asked, "Have you, or are you going to tell me when?"

"I haven't, we talked about his need for me today at lunch, but I haven't gone with him yet. I haven't fucked Greg."

"Why are telling me now, why not just be with Greg and not tell me? That's what you've been doing under his desk." Dan laughed as he talked about Laura's indiscretions at work. Laura heard a laugh devoid of humor.

She could evade the truth, deny possibly. Laura shunned that route; it made no sense to lie about her affair. "I'm telling you now that I am going to respond to Greg's need. I don't know when, but soon. Greg's needs are my needs too."

"Are you talking about a red dress date, or just going to his bed?"

"I hope both, soon, but specifically going to his bed as you put it so subtly."

"Did you and Greg set a date at lunch?"

"No, just soon, I will be with Greg soon."

"I know you still crawl under his desk at work some days; I guess that's how you get cum breath."

"Yes, not every day, and not always under Greg's desk, but I do suck him off. I do him once a week, more often than that."

"I know, I can taste him when we kiss, sometimes strongly."

"When he shoots deep in my throat, I can barely taste him. It goes straight down. I'm sure the really strong times are when I suck him off at the end of the day, he is fresher in me then."

"Yeah, I get a fresh honey I'm home kiss then." Dan spoke with an edge that Laura ignored.

"You get the same kiss every day; when I kiss you coming home it is with the love and caring I feel for you and you alone, husband." To make her point, Dan got a passionate kiss full of tongue and warmth. Laura's very sexy kiss brought on his response. "Does my kiss feel different when you can taste Greg in my mouth? Do you begin to get hard when I kiss you after Greg, I haven't noticed? I will try to pay closer attention to you; I need to work on that anyway." 

Dan didn't want to answer the question, but he had no choice. "You taste different; you have his taste when you've sucked his cock. You don't always have cum breath. You could use mouthwash."

"I know, I could but I don't."

"You don't just to keep his taste on you, or to pass it on to me?" Again Laura heard annoyance.

"Both!" Laura teased her husband. "What about my second question; how do you react, your feelings and emotions? Do you get hard when you taste him?"

"Sometimes excited, yes I do begin to get aroused at your blatant sexuality. Sometimes not at all, just the opposite, I get pissed off."

"You never let me know, you are always ardent when I kiss you."

"I always get off on kissing you, always. You are the one who has been more passionate lately, Laura."

"Since I have been with Greg", Laura asked?

"Yes, I haven't had a perfunctory good to be home kiss since then."

"You should hope that I continue seeing Greg then. You get some benefits, don't you?"

"You are amazing, you see with your tonsils. You are telling me I get the benefits when you suck Greg's fat dick."

"Dan, I didn't mean it that way."

"Just pack a bag and go to Greg for a few days, go fuck him until his needs are met. When both of you have finished taking care of your needs you can come back to your husband."

"Dan, I am not going to pack a bag and go move in with Greg tonight; I live here with you. I will go fuck him soon though."

Two days later, Laura followed Greg home after work. She parked her car beside his and her body beside his as well. Her body found places under, on top and alongside Greg's body. Their lovemaking was frantic; both needed to make up for time apart. Office oral sex was great, but not nearly as need filling as raw, full body contact. Their first sex used no finesse, no seduction, nothing coy. Laura and Greg clutched each other and forced their loins together. Each drove as powerfully at their partner as possible. This sex was about filling need with passion. Neither lover lasted long.

"Thanks, I needed that." 

Greg's cliché made Laura smile, "No more than I darling, I need you too." Kiss and touch time took the place of raw passion. Laura's parade of kisses stopped at the nipple over her lover's heart. "I'm ready for more, roll over on your stomach and let me get you ready." Following her lead, Greg finally was in the position Laura wanted. He was on his stomach, with legs spread, and she was kneeling in between.

Greg felt her touch every place between his knees and his waist. Laura's touch alternated from a strong massage grip to a feather stroke along his thighs. His hair stood up as bristle. A fingertip travelled down the crease of his ass. Greg moaned with stimulation. He felt Laura's kisses all over each cheek; her kisses were followed by bites. She is trying to get me to rise, Greg thought. He tried to roll over. Laura held him face down. Her hair lay over the small of his back.

Laura began kissing her way to her target. She used her hands on his ball sack and Greg spread wider to give room. Laura kissed along her trail until her lips found Greg's spot. Greg experienced something he never dreamed of, his love was kissing him right there. Greg felt the sexual heat of her kiss as though her lips were touching his lips. He moaned loudly. "Laura darling, don't stop, kiss me that way forever. Kiss me right there forever, right on my hole." When he felt her tongue try to French him, Greg tried his best to kiss her back in return.

Laura thrilled at the sensations this kiss brought out. She thrilled at her lover's reaction to her creative devotion. Laura knew this sexual kink would be only for her lover. She had never kissed Dan in this place and in this way. She swore to herself she never would. Laura was in a totally private moment with Greg. Her hands slid forward. Oh my God he is bigger and fatter than ever, I want this cock now. "You're ready darling, I want your cock. Fuck me now."

Suddenly their positions were reversed. Now Laura was on her back with her knees over her head touching the bed behind her shoulders. Greg's cock felt fat and hard in her hands, and now felt even fatter and harder in her cunt. He was a ram above her; Greg fucked hard with his hips ramming cock through her pussy lips. He kissed hard at her mouth. Laura tried to speak through his kisses; she wanted to urge him on. Her words were a smothered mumble. Greg didn't need them.

Laura knew the feeling of getting fucked. She was getting fucked and she loved every second of their sex this way. Greg satisfied her need for hard, sweaty sex. Laura knew Greg would last longer this second time. She used her back to punch up to meet his banging thrusts. Her middle finger went where her lips had been and had an easier entry. If this fuck goes on forever until I die, I will die happy underneath my lover, she thought. There is nothing more in the universe but this, Greg and I together. That universe ended with a lover's version of the big bang. The couple exploded together.

The aftermath of their big bang wasn't stars and planets. They held hands and panted. Greg finally was able to speak. "Never, darling, never like this, I have never had a woman kiss me there, and I have never had sex as intense and perfect. I don't ever want anything better than us, what we just shared." 

Laura glanced at the clock beside his bed. "Not bad darling, twice in one hour and neither one could be called just a quickie. Hold me and let's rest a few minutes."

Twenty minutes of light kisses and love talk would have to be enough tonight. "I need to get dressed and go home; I don't want to be terribly late tonight."

"I would rather you be terribly late tonight, any night."

"I know, but I can't do that just any night; I am a married woman after all." They both chuckled. "Do you remember telling me you wanted me to have a token of you?"

"Of course, are you ready to accept my ring?"

"Not a ring, but I would wear an anklet, an ankle bracelet."

"We could do that. Dan get's the top half and your ring finger; Greg gets the bottom half of you and your ankle."

"No silly, but remember the ankle is connected to the leg bone, and you know where the leg bones meet."

"Yeah, I like where they meet. Do you want to help pick one out?"

"No, you get whatever you want me to wear for you. You can put it on me when we have our next dress up date."

"Deal, it will be ours, together."

"Kiss me, I need to go. If I show up on your doorstep tomorrow will you fuck my brains out again?"

"Absolutely!"

Laura walked through her front door as the sun set. She kissed Dan with the intensity and passion that had become their norm. Dan had champagne chilled in the den; he anticipated her arrival. "Is this the last bottle?"

"No, we still have three bottles," Dan replied. "Why, are you in a champagne mood tonight?"

"Just curious, I like this champagne; we seem to have been drinking more lately."

"You have been drinking more because it is the brand Greg drinks; you know that is why I bought this case, a peace offering."

"Were you offering a piece of Laura to Greg, or a piece of Greg to Laura? Don't answer, please. That was just a bad joke."

"I trust you two had fun tonight, I couldn't taste him."

"You didn't kiss me in the right place; if you kiss me there I am sure you will taste Greg."

"But the answer to your question is yes. We had a good time together; it was short but sweet, intense. We fucked twice with a lot of passion and then I came home to you."

"I'm glad you did, I sort of expected you would." Dan kissed his wife, lightly at first and then a second kiss with greater feeling. 

"I told you the other day, we needed each other. We fucked hard and fast with need. I fucked Greg the same way I would fuck you if you were gone for a two week business trip. Our sex was just as delicious, maybe even more so."

"How so more than with me?"

"The sex I have with Greg has a garnish of illicit, plus husbandly approval?"

"I don't think approval is quite right, understanding, yes I will admit to that. I will admit to acceptance in a begrudging sense. I will even own up to occasional titillation and excitement. You have a big assignment ahead, teacher, if you want to teach me to approve of my wife having a steady lover."

"I'll be a patient teacher. Do you want to come to my class room and practice titillation and excitement?" They adjourned to their bedroom. Laura gave her husband excitement lessons. Dan finally got to taste Greg and Laura together tonight.

Dan didn't see sunset with Laura the next night. The moon was full up in the sky and bright when she came through the door at eleven and turned off the porch light. Dan did get his heavy kiss, but didn't need taste senses to know she and Greg had fucked hard for several hours. Laura must have had Greg give the heavy duty brand of sex she so loves tonight. Dan could see the sexual fire still in her eyes. Two bruises were forming into hickeys on the left side of his wife's neck. Dan touched them lightly, "He did you twice, at least."

"Yes, and there are two more on my thighs, inside near my sex."

In bed this night, Dan dipped his cock in the hot slick pool that had become so familiar. Tonight was one of his nights for excitement. He wouldn't tell Laura, but he waited for her, hoping that she wouldn't stay with Greg until two or three. He wanted the pool of cum Greg left in her tonight. Dan fucked his strength into his rival's leavings. His midnight snack had a more complex flavor, three lovers together. That's not quite right, Dan thought, the flavor was Laura and her two lovers. Dan took her once more before sleep came upon them.

Laura felt a delicious stiff soreness as she dressed and left for work on Friday morning. I could get to like this, like having both men compete to satisfy me and themselves. My body doesn't mind being their playing field at all. I am their cheerleader, rah, rah, rah. Greg got his now usual morning kiss. He also got his weekly blow job, this time with Laura fully dressed and kneeling in the middle of his office. "I think I will offer Dan first crack at me tonight. Can you live without me one night?"

"Reluctantly, I will let your husband have you tonight."

"Hi Baby, how is your day at work." Dan didn't realize it was almost weeks end until his private line rang. He and Laura chatted about their day. Finally Dan asked how she felt, how her body felt after a night of hard sex. "Wonderful, sore in a wicked way, but I feel wonderful. I like feeling sore like this."

"You wench, you are a lusty dirty broad wench; you know that and love it, don't you?"

"Yes, are you ready for another night of sex with your very own lusty, dirty broad, wife?"

"Oh, you're offering first chance to me tonight?" Dan was surprised.

Laura sensed that he expected something else. "You thought I was calling to tell you I would be with Greg again tonight?"

"Well, yes, I actually did."

"Do you want me to go with him, I am sure Greg will say yes?"

"Ummm, truthfully I am of two minds. Let's talk about my mind over a bottle of his champagne. I'll leave for home within fifteen minutes."

"If Greg got his cock sucked today, it must have been first thing this morning. I don't taste your cum breath tonight." 

Laura kissed Dan again with the same fervor. "Did he, or didn't he; only Greg and I know for sure?"

Dan kissed her once more for a final taste sample. "I can't taste him, but knowing you it was first thing this morning and all his taste is gone."

"I should have sucked his cock after lunch too. If there was a safer place to fuck than in his office, I would do that and have you eat my pussy before your kiss."

"Tell me about your two minds." 

Dan stared at his wife in her red nightgown set, "You look sexy wearing that, very enticing."

"That is the whole purpose, Baby. I paid for alluring, and I got it."

"I thought you said Greg bought that one."

"He did, I paid with my body, I guess." 

Dan twitched. "Okay, I'm glad you're here with me tonight. That is one mind, the here and now mind."

Dan collected his thoughts and continued. "I do love being with you, talking with you. I even like talking with you over champagne in our night clothes knowing that some of the conversation will be about you and your lover." Laura kissed him and reached for the opening to his PJs. "You go sit in the love seat; I'll stay here and just watch you. If you get so lusty you can't do without while we talk, reach under that pretty nightie Greg bought for you and diddle yourself." Laura rose to go to the love seat but Dan stopped her with, "Fill our glasses first."

"Another okay, I had an immediate thought as I answered your call; I get to fuck a hot wet, well used cunt again tonight. Whoopee!"

"Did you really, a good whoopee?"

"Yes, a good whoopee."

"You were upset when you told me to pack a bag and go to Greg, what happened?"

"I may get upset in the future, I may get upset the next time. I like fucking your wet, just fucked by Greg cunt. That may sound sick but I like the way you feel after you've been with Greg. I even like the way you feel fucked hard and rough and so swollen I almost can't get my cock in you."

Laura didn't say anything for a moment then rose to pour more champagne. She stopped by Dan's chair for a kiss before returning to her loveseat. "I could have waited on the champagne, but I had to have a kiss right away."

"Anytime, Baby, I always like kissing you."

"Tell me why, what are you feeling when you fuck me used like that. You know I have been unfaithful then. It is obvious."

"Of course it's obvious, you don't ever try to hide from me, at least not yet. I have to reclaim my role as husband. I have to fuck you back to me. I have to fuck me back to you, to be as good as Greg when he fucks my wife. I've told you this before, it is a competitive thing. There is also a reassuring part to being in you when you're fucked wet like that. Laura, I know when you've been with Greg, but I leave the light on and the door open for you to come back. At least so far, you've always come back to me. Those are some of the things I feel inside my head. And don't tell anyone I said this, especially any other guy but, your cunt feels good when it is hot and squishy."

"No squishy cunt for you tonight, I am clean for you. Take me to bed and fuck me. You can imagine all you want, call me whore names. I am all for you right now, faithful and pure tonight wearing a nightgown my lover bought." In bed Laura pulled all aggression from her husband. She told Dan about sucking Greg off in the middle of his office, on her knees fully dressed that morning. Dan called her slut and whore.

She told her husband about kissing and sucking all over her lover's ass the night before. "It was more than just kissing his ass Dan, I was nasty. I did something for him that I am never going to do for any other man. I worked my tongue inside his asshole Dan, inside his asshole." Dan bit another hickey on his wife's neck to match the pair her boss put there.

Dan groaned and fucked on, harder than ever before. "I told Greg last night that treat was just for him, never for you." They were close, so close to their peak. "I told Greg that I would kiss his asshole anytime he wanted me to, but I promised him I would never kiss yours that way." Dan went over the top with spasms and shouts. Laura joined in lockstep with her husband.

As they relaxed and recovered, Dan asked if she really kissed Greg's asshole. "Did you do that just the way you told me?"

"It doesn't matter if I did or didn't. I will say yes right now, but you don't know and I am not ever going to tell you. That is a mystery you have to put up with because I am a woman and I am your wife. I may tell you Greg fucked me in a park behind a tree at lunch today. You will never know the truth unless I decide."

"Laura, intentional deception is a dangerous game. Mystery is one thing, but don't ever lie to me." They returned to the den, it was still early for a Friday night. Dan fixed drinks. "Greg is probably lonely tonight without you."




Always Faithful Ch. 03.2



"He understood that I should be with you."

"How considerate of him; you can call him if you want. You could even go visit now that I have had mine tonight."

"Visit, how quaint a word, visit is for old or sick relatives."

"True, but it is more polite than go fuck." Both laughed.

Laura asked, "Not up for another?"

"This time was great; two I can do, almost any night. The three or four Greg sometimes gives you stretches my limit. He must be one hell of a stud."

"He is that, Dan, my lover is a real stud fuck machine. I hope that doesn't bother you too much. He does seem to have more stamina than you."

"As long as you can keep up with both of us, I can accept Greg's share of your body." Laura almost talked about sharing her heart. She thought better of that notion and stopped herself short. Dan knew his wife's mind and the way it worked; he saw her stop short and knew exactly why.

"I'll fix drinks, here's your phone. Go ahead and give him a call. He deserves it, I won't make a sound. As Dan returned with the fresh drinks he picked up on Laura's conversation. ....den wearing that sexy red you bought. – I think I look pretty sexy wearing it, should I ask Dan? – Yes, he is here, he just brought me another drink. – Yes, earlier tonight. – I would like to be there, I could prance around your den, or your bedroom as a vision of red. – Oh, you want both rooms, any others? – Yes darling, I am sure you could. – Hard, but not so fast; aggressive, but not rough – Yes, darling I do, you know I do like hard and rough. – I love fucking with you; I want to be with you right now.

Dan listened to his wife have a love talk with her other man. He watched as she absently fondled her breast. At one point in conversation, Laura seemed to try to pull her nipple through the red of the nightgown. Dan heard her moan into the receiver once when she grabbed and squeezed her crotch. Dan went back to just listening mode. 

It was good, very good. – No, not with Dan here in the room. – No Greg, I can't – I know what you want to hear. – All right, I do love fucking with you because you have a fat dick, fatter than Dan's, there I said that much. – No, I won't – It doesn't matter what I said last night. – Yes, I told him that earlier. – You have me so worked up now I'll have to fuck Dan again for relief. – I don't know yet. – I love you too darling, I love you too. Goodnight.

"Was our conversation cryptic only hearing my side."

"It probably was cryptic. I could make out that you told him we already screwed and then he told you he wanted you all over his house."

"Pretty much so, when I said we had used his den and bedroom he listed the other rooms where we haven't had sex."

"You haven't used the bathroom yet?"

"Not yet, not at his home, nor in the office."

"He still wants you tonight, doesn't he?"

"He said he does, but that was probably just phone talk."

"Yeah, probably just phone talk."

Dan left but returned a few minutes later with a pair of red bikini panties in one hand and Laura's raincoat in the other. 

"What?"

"Go to him now, I want you to go now. Ask Greg to send you home when he has had his share of your body."

"Dan, no, I can't!"

"Yes you can, you really want him; I want you to have him next."

"Right now! I can't go dressed like this Baby."

"Yes you can, you can wear the raincoat over your gown if you want; you better take it along anyway. Put the panties on before you come home. Hold his cum inside you." Laura took her panties from Dan and just stared at him and then her panties. 

"I want this, I want you hot and wet when you get home."

"I will be late."

"I know, wake me when you get home."

Dan held her hand as he walked Laura to her car. "Wait one minute, I'll be right back." Laura was dumbstruck, but she waited. Laura stood beside her car in her driveway at eleven o'clock at night wearing a sheer red gown and peignoir and absolutely nothing else. Dan returned with a bottle of Greg's champagne. "Enjoy this with your lover in good sex." They kissed and Laura drove off in the night.

She returned at three-thirty. When Laura left she was alone in her car wearing a red nightgown. She returned escorted by her boss wearing only the red panties. Laura and Greg kissed under the porch light. Finally she opened her front door, but pulled Greg inside for one last kiss. Dan came to greet his wife interrupting the kiss. "Oh, hi Baby, I didn't think you would wait up for me."

"Thank you for seeing Laura home", Dan said to Greg

"Thank you for letting her come to me."

"We'll come by for my car tomorrow, goodnight darling." Laura continued her goodnight kiss as her husband stood watching.

"You couldn't sleep Baby, I'm sorry?"

"I slept, but I got up about half hour ago, I guess I could sense you would be home soon. Can I have my honey I'm home kiss?"

"Of course, and I'll sit up with you if you want to stay up for a while, I am wired."

"Good sex tonight must have you excited if you're not tired."

"I had very good sex with two very good men. I'm still turned on they treated me so good."

"Do you want to wait up for the paper boy?"

"No, I want you. I want to give you the hot, wet pussy you sent me out to get. I want your cock in the sex pool of my juices mixed with Greg's."

"I can feel your heat, and your wet red panties. Greg didn't make as tight a seal tonight."

"No, he didn't bite me shut. He spanked my ass instead."

"Oh, that too, I don't do that often for you either." Dan fucked into his wife as she told about her lover finding she was used goods.

"Greg didn't like finding you already in my cunt the same way you find him there. I told him to get over it; you get me that way all the time."

"So he spanked your ass because I fucked you first? You loved it, I know you did."

"Yes, he spanked me, but it was after he fucked and filled me first."

"Priorities are important, any lawyer knows that."

"He told me later it wasn't too bad, the spanking was really a game, and I did love how it felt."

Anticipation of what Laura would bring home, coupled with the reality of her juice filled pussy brought Dan to climax before Laura finished her tale. She continued to sit in his lap holding her husband inside as she kissed him. Dan asked about her oral evening, he said Greg didn't taste as strong as he expected. "I only sucked him hard again so we could go twice; he didn't cum in my mouth. You will have to wait till Monday for a cum breath kiss, if that's what you want."

Dan's Monday at work was an interesting mix. The Business Lady account he landed required focused attention. Dan worked at absorbing all he needed for this new business to succeed. At random times, though, work was interrupted with distractions. A weekend of truly kinky sex with Laura tripped through Dan's mind. I never expected to enjoy sloppy seconds so calmly in my wife. Laura may be with Greg right now, on her knees, under his desk. That thought popped into Dan's brain shortly after ten. Laura wasn't.

Dan had the same image an hour and a half later; this time Laura was exactly as her husband imagined her. The image was stronger this time, Dan realized. It's almost lunch time, she might be there now. Dan leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling. Just then his secretary entered to inform him of a two o'clock meeting with the VP. Dan watched his secretary's behind intently as she returned to her desk. He imagined spanking her as Greg did Laura Friday night.

Dan did indeed get his ardent cum breath kiss Monday evening. After dinner, Laura owned up to giving two BJs to her boss today. The first was at lunch. Dan smiled broadly. "I sucked Greg again as a going home gift for the spanking." Dan told of the fantasy image about his secretary and Laura roared with laughter. Then Dan told his good news.

"I have to go to San Francisco at the end of next week. Three days to meet the Business Lady people. The company wants you to come along if you can, on the tab." 

Laura was as excited as Dan when he first got the news. "I'll have to ask Greg, but I am sure I can come with you." 

Dan grimaced, "My wife has to ask her lover's permission to go to San Francisco with her husband; I'll be damned."

"Your wife's lover doesn't have to agree, your wife's boss does."

Westbound at 38,000 feet and sipping champagne courtesy of the upgrade Dan bought, an amusing thought occurred. "You haven't worn any of those dresses I bought for you to wear with Greg yet, have you?"

"No, he has only seen the pictures. I told him a few weeks ago to come up with a time I could wear the red one with him. He has been slow on the uptake."

"I get to have you first then, first time out in your new dressy wardrobe."

"You are always first with me, my loving husband." Both knew, while not telling a lie, Laura didn't totally speak truth.

San Francisco was fantastic. A female member of the marketing staff was assigned to Laura as liaison. Liaison included a half day tour of the city where Laura asked to be shown a few romantic places to take her husband Saturday. An after work cocktail party was Dan's final agenda item the first day. Laura outshined her husband and starred. 

Laura fit a marketing niche that Business Lady wanted, legal secretaries. She was wearing the blouse Dan picked for Greg's birthday along with a pair of Business Lady tuxedo slacks. Laura held court with the senior marketing staff. She dazzled them by flirting innocuously, but also with her intelligence and experience. She agreed to critique an impromptu fashion show of styles targeted to women such as herself.

Laura and Dan told about the top she was wearing as her first Business Lady purchase. Dan loved the suggestive irony of bragging that he selected the daring top for his wife as a surprise for her boss's birthday. "She dresses very conservative for work; Greg didn't suspect how she looked when the jacket came off." Laura told a story about springing her new look when she took her boss for his birthday lunch. She left out the part about Greg unbuttoning the blouse, but she gave her husband a knowing smile.

When they had time by themselves they acted as tourists. Dan seemed to really enjoy just walking, holding hands, and window shopping. Their second evening was free time, and Laura took Dan to the romantic seafood restaurant her liaison recommended. The view of San Francisco Bay in the evening was just stunning. The food was even more delicious. Often, one or the other slipped a hand below the tablecloth in intimate exchange. Laura noticed that she and Dan weren't the only couple acting like young lovers. Young love continued in their hotel bed.

Friday night at a country club dinner allowed Dan and Laura to sparkle as a couple. The entire senior staff of Business Lady hosted the affair; most had husbands or wives in tow. Laura looked spectacular in the knee length jungle print dress Dan selected because of the wild print colors. A lot of leg showed on one side, when she walked and especially when she danced. One of the younger executives even got a hard on dancing. Laura felt it when he pulled her a little too close at one point.

They stayed an extra day to do sightseeing. Their tour of Sausalito was fun. The quick trip to Napa valley was even better. Several cases of really good California wines would be shipped home for them, one bought by their Business Lady escort. Laura resisted the urge to get a blanket and have sexy fun on the red eye trip home. The plane was just too crowded. First class was full.

Laura glowed at work Monday, "I hope you missed me terribly last week."

"I did, did you miss me?"

"I was too busy, but just a little." 

Laura and Greg talked about her trip at lunch. Greg was proud that she had so much fun and gave a good account of herself in business matters. "Maybe Dan will let you bring a bottle of one of your new wines to the office some day."

"I'll bring one of each; we can do our own wine tastings." The talk about wines got Laura to thinking; I'm going to have my own tasting every day this week. "Can you schedule our alcove for a Friday lunch?"

Dan's life was top of the world in the afterglow of his successful trip to San Francisco. His VP called him in Monday afternoon to congratulate him. Business Lady had called first thing in the morning; they loved everything about the service Dan gave them. BL was very impressed with Dan's wife, her beauty as well as her business acumen. "I'll tell Laura as soon as I get home."

At home during the week, life was just as rosy. Dan got his welcome home kiss every night with the same full passion he had become accustomed to these past few months. He was used to tasting Greg on his wife's breath by now, it was there three times during the week. The only times he missed her lover's cum on her breath were the two nights Laura didn't get home until shortly after seven.

Dan had sex with Laura those nights just like every other night that week. Laura didn't mention Greg once all week; there were no with Greg references. Dan sharpened his sensory receptors, but even Friday night when it was seven-thirty when she waltzed through their door there was no hint of Greg. Dan kissed his wife, but did not taste Greg. He spent a long time licking and probing Laura's pussy. No Greg taste. His cock didn't feel the hot pool of combined sexual leavings he had grown accustomed to finding.

Dan almost missed finding Greg in his wife. Maybe she has come to the slow down times in her affair as I predicted. I will miss the excitement, just a little bit. Laura's affair was fun while it lasted, I am glad I didn't make such a big deal over Greg that it brought damage to our marriage.

Those were the thoughts that came to Dan Friday night, and nothing about Saturday seemed to contradict his impression. Laura did have her romantic lunch with her boss Friday, unbeknownst to her husband. She left all of her underwear back at the office to give Greg maximum opportunity to explore through and beneath her clothing. Laura had two topics to talk over with Greg before getting down to serious romance playing. The first was business.

Laura talked a little shop talk with the chief legal counsel for Business Lady in San Francisco. He was the one who got hard and pulled her close while dancing. "Greg, do you think the firm might be interested in Business Lady as a client? We could handle their East Coast legal stuff quite well I think."

"You are special darling, all this sexuality plus a head for business. Let's go over the details after lunch."

The second topic was purely personal between lovers. Laura chose her words carefully. "Would it be all right if I moved a few of my things to your place, clothes mostly?"

"Of course, I would like that. It will make getting together more convenient."

"Yes, that too. I want to bring some office outfits plus some casual clothes."

"You're not talking about just leaving a few things at my place, are you? Is there a problem, what's up with you and Dan?"

"There isn't really any problem, I want to spend more time with you is what's up."

"What does Dan say?"

"I wanted to talk it over with you first."

"What is it you want Laura, lay it out for me?"

"Well, what I want is to move in with you for a couple of weeks, a short time but no fixed timetable." 

"Can you, we, do that", Greg asked?

"I will still see Dan, be with him; I may even spend some nights with him. I want to reverse the way things have been for the last month or so."

"Why, my answer is obvious, of course you can move in with me, but what brought this on?"

"I want to make love with you at night and then go to sleep together knowing that all I have to do in the morning is get dressed and go to work. I want to be able to make love on a Tuesday night with you and wake beside you Wednesday morning. There is another part to my desire as well. Dan is getting too comfortable with our affair. I don't want him to be too much a part of you and me."

"You want two husbands, I think."

"No, I want one husband and one lover. I need to keep both of those elements in proper perspective."

"How long do you think Dan will put up with your plan?"

"I don't know, I will tell him this weekend. We will have to talk it through. I am going to tell him living with you is not permanent, but I plan to stay at least two weeks. Will that be okay for you?"

"I'll take you for two weeks or forever."

"I want to tell him I will repeat living with you for short periods whenever I choose, can you accept that Greg?" Laura got a deep kiss as an answer. 

"Good luck, tell me if I need to come help you pack everything."

"That token you talked about giving me, I would accept a gift like that while I am with you these next two weeks. I would really love to find a special way to say thank you for your gift." 

Greg kissed Laura again, this time his kiss was accompanied by a hand under her skirt. "You came prepared, I like that in you. You are thorough and forward thinking."

"What I am wearing is what you see, everything under is skin. My skin is for your pleasure." Lunch lasted a little long this Friday.

The first hint of change for Dan came Sunday afternoon. He saw Laura going through her closet. It looked to him like she was evaluating her entire wardrobe. Laura was doing just that. She moved three business suits, several skirts and blouses plus some casual clothes to one side of her closet. Laura was very careful to move nothing Dan had given her as a gift, nothing at all he bought special except one of the new dresses. She would not move the red dress; that one would stay here with Dan.

Sunday's meal was a late lunch on the patio. Laura served champagne, Piper, not Greg's brand. "Dan, you seem to be getting very comfortable about me being with Greg."

"Yes, I guess I am getting used to my wife having a lover. It doesn't seem like you have been with him much since California though."

"I see him every day at work; I work for him you know."

"Of course, Baby, I know you work for Greg too."

"We had lunch together Friday, and then drinks after work. I still see him socially."

"Socially? Hah!"

"I sucked his cock three times at work last week. You must have noticed a little taste of him."

"Yes, I did notice him in your kisses, lightly though."

"When you ate my pussy Friday night, you were looking for him, you couldn't find any trace with your mouth or your cock, but you looked for Greg in my pussy. You know you did, didn't you?"

"Yes, I thought that when you came home a little later than normal, you stopped for a quickie."

"No, we didn't stop for a quickie, just after work drinks."

"I figured that much."

"What I was doing with my clothes that you saw earlier was deciding what to take."

"Take, take where?" Dan's apprehension level rose rapidly, his confidence jumped off a cliff. "I'm going to move a few things to Greg's place; I am going to stay with him for a while, for at least the next two weeks." That Dan was shocked by Laura's announcement was clear. Laura expected as much; she told Dan of her plan just as she asked Greg's permission.

"Laura these last few weeks have been some of the best times of our marriage. I was reluctant at first, hurt by your affair. Lately, I have willingly accommodated you being with Greg whenever you want to be with him. Now this, you tell me you are leaving me for Greg. Why, and what have I done wrong?"

"First Baby, please understand this completely: I am not leaving you for Greg, I will never do that; I will never leave you for Greg."

"You're moving out, you will be moving in with Greg, how is that not leaving me?"

"I am not moving in with Greg; I will be staying at Greg's house, staying with Greg for a couple of weeks. I will still be here at times, I will still live here with you. I will just be staying with Greg for a short while. Do you understand?"




Always Faithful Ch. 03.2



"No, I don't understand, and I don't understand why at all."

"The why is simple, you are getting too comfortable with my affair. I told you this is my affair, and I told you we need tension to make my affair work. That tension is slipping away; you keep looking forward to tasting Greg when I come home. I want to surprise you when you taste him sometimes. Now you are only surprised when you don't taste Greg. Greg is mine, not yours Baby."

"I want to try staying with Greg for me, to see what it feels like. I want to know the part of an affair that is going to sleep with another man and waking up in the morning. I want to know the part of an affair that is having him watch me dress and undress without immediately jumping to or from the bed. I want the same thing when I shower with Greg, when I drink coffee. I want to experience more of life with Greg. Now I want just a little more than dates and sex with Greg. Is that too much to ask?"

"You are not asking, not asking me anyway. You are just telling me, you decided to pack up and move out, to move in with Greg. Unless you can help me understand better than you have so far, it is too much to ask. It sounds to me that you want two husbands and you decide which one is your husband at your whim." Laura smiled at Dan's last rant. "You find this funny; I sure don't!"

"Greg said almost the same thing you said Friday at lunch; that I sounded like I wanted two husbands. That's when I asked him if I could stay with him for a few weeks."

"You asked Greg, but you told me; ask lover, tell husband. Something sounds out of balance."

"It may sound out of balance, but it is not out of balance. This move is for my balance. I will still see you; I will come home some evenings. I will probably spend the night once or twice."

"Laura, I feel abandoned. You are abandoning me even if you say it is only for two weeks; you are abandoning me and us."

"No, I am not going to abandon you; I will never give up on us and what we have together. I am going to have this time with my lover, I have to for me and you have to accept that as the way things will be for at least the next two weeks."

Dan sat at the patio table silent, sullen and dumbfounded. Laura brought each a vodka tonic to close out their discussion, both needed stress relief. She announced her plan for their immediate future. "I am going over to Greg's place about seven. When I finish this drink I need to finish packing. I intend to come home after work tomorrow so we can talk more about the next two weeks. I won't be spending the night, though. I would like to make love with you before I go to be with Greg. You are and always will be my husband."

Dan sat in place when Laura went to finish packing. The turmoil in his head glued him to his chair. I always will be Laura's husband, except for the next two weeks. And I am supposed to sit here and accept her decision. Laura wants to make love before going to be with Greg. I am supposed to accept that too, being with Greg for two weeks. She's not just spending the night with Greg. I have to accept what Laura wants; am I just supposed to accept?

Acceptance began standing beside their bed. Acceptance began with kisses preliminary to making love. Laura expected aggression; she was surprised. Awkward best described their opening gestures; their love making began almost like a first date. Awkward soon flowed into sure tender expression of Dan's love for Laura. He knew her body and her mind. Dan knew Laura as a loving wife and as a sensual lover. Dan played his wife's body as master lover and brought Laura to ecstasy.

Laura put her bags in her car. Dan didn't offer assistance. Laura understood and did not ask for help. She knew that was too much to ask. Dan did come out to kiss his wife goodbye and see her off. When Laura tried to get behind the wheel, Dan pulled her back. Laura thought he wanted another kiss, but she was wrong. She watched Dan remove his wedding ring, take her hand, and begin to remove hers as well. "Dan, no, No!"

"Laura, I'm taking them. I will put them on your dresser, we can decide later when to put them on again. If I am going to be miserable for the next few weeks, I want you to be able to look at your left hand and know why." Laura pulled her hand back and removed her rings. "I love you, always, keep them safe and together. I want us to wear them together again." She drove away.

Greg noticed the rings were gone after they made love the first time. Laura showered before coming to Greg; with her wedding rings gone there was no trace of Dan on her. Whatever Dan intended removing her rings, what actually happened was an opening to a long overdue discussion between Laura and Greg. Laura didn't get to play house with Greg when they weren't having sex. Their trips in public became time for conversation. The taking of her rings fostered a close togetherness between Greg and Laura.

Monday was a vacant day at work for Dan, his concentration vanished. Greg, on the other hand, was all business. His only difference was he got his morning kisses at home when he got out of bed. Kisses started even before he got out of bed. Laura was also relaxed and business like in the office. She only stole one kiss moment with Greg that morning. By noon, she was almost unaware of the missing rings on her left hand. The first of her coworkers didn't notice the change until Wednesday. By Friday, of course, office gossip informed everyone.

Monday evening at home was not as strained as Laura imagined it would be. She kissed Dan with as much warmth and passion as ever on arrival. They had dinner together followed by drinks and discussion in their den. Laura didn't mention the rings, but she checked and found them on her dresser just as Dan promised. Laura promised to call Dan every afternoon at work and she told him she would always call before coming home to visit.

Laura thought the evening went well as she drove to be with Greg. Dan was a bit stiff when they first kissed. I wonder if his stiffness was just seeing me and knowing I would go to Greg again tonight, or was it that Greg tasted so strong in me? Blowing Greg just before leaving work felt wonderfully wicked today because I knew I was taking some of Greg home to Dan. I've done that before, but it never felt quite as exciting as it did today. Dan wanted sex tonight, but he wanted me to offer, he didn't want to take the lead. I could tell he wanted to fuck me; I will let him sometime while I am gone. I'll decide when. I'll give Dan cum everywhere, mouth and pussy. Laura had no more time for random thoughts as she parked in her spot in Greg's driveway.

"I'm glad you're home, darling, how did it go?"

"Okay, we had dinner and talked. He got his I'm home kiss and that's all. I think he wanted more, but didn't ask. I didn't offer."

"I'm glad; I know you may sometime, but I hope not for the first few days anyway." Laura was amused at how they talked about sex with Dan as though he was the stranger, not mentioned by name or act. 

In the bedroom, Laura had a request. "Would you do me the way I really like it tonight? When he does see me, have me, I want him to know without doubt that I am with you."

Greg rose to her challenge. He used his slow then fast, hard then soft technique once again. Laura's pussy throbbed by the time they climaxed together. Her tender clitoris still tingled from Greg's bites. Both nipples were darkened to a blood red. They clutched at each other and drifted to sleep. Tonight Greg woke at three; Laura felt his kisses as a dream, then she opened her eyes. "Nice darling, just like that." Greg shifted gears, his mouth turned rough on Laura's pussy. They both climbed rapidly with excitement. Greg was on top quickly, stabbing and piercing his lover. Laura took the sword in her cunt; she took Greg's broad sword in lust. Sex in the middle of night was brief for its heat. They went back to sleep still together.

Dan woke about the same time Greg woke Laura. Her side of their bed was empty. He went downstairs and wandered through rooms for half an hour. Dan opened the front door to look out, Laura's car wasn't in the driveway; she was with Greg. Dan turned the porch light off, locked the front door and went back to a lonely bed.

Laura and Greg set a pattern in their togetherness. Beginning Tuesday, they went to work in one car. Laura sat close beside her lover. At traffic lights they held hands and kissed as teenagers do. At work they appeared professional, although Laura's fellow secretaries sensed something was going on between boss and worker. Wednesday morning was the day UPS delivered three boxes; two of her fellow workers insisted on taking her with them at lunch.

Dan developed a pattern too. In his office he was an efficient robot, an automaton. Perfect work left his door at an incredible pace. When he left his office to meet with others, he was different, completely different. Dan slowed down, took his time, he began to notice others in the office and have a casual word as he walked past. Dan especially noticed other women in the office. He began to act more casual toward his secretary. Nothing overt, of course, or out of business character; Dan mostly enjoyed looking at her legs. Her rear end isn't too shabby either, Dan thought to himself.

Lunch was confession time for Laura. She told first about the UPS boxes. They were from Business Lady; Laura told about the business trip to San Francisco. She promised to wear the suits to work soon and model for them. Laura loved hearing her coworker's jealous praise. "Let's get the real dirt on the table, girl, what's going on with you and Greg." Laura tried to tell as little as possible, but did tacitly acknowledge something was going on.

"Come on Laura, truth time, how long?"

"Okay, a couple of months, since his birthday."

"Did you give him a special birthday gift?" 

Laura blushed, "Yes, he got something very special for his birthday; so did I." All laughed. 

"Is he good, tell all, is he really good in bed?"

"He is for me, and I am not going to tell all."

"Better than hubby?"

"No, he's not better than Dan, just different. Greg is new, a new lover, my first lover since marriage." One of her other companions took up the questioning with one Laura didn't want to face at the office just yet.

"I saw you and Greg arrive this morning in his car, you looked sweet together." She took Laura's left hand. "I noticed yesterday, what's going on with no rings?" 

Laura didn't answer right away. She held up her hand to stop additional questions as she pondered an answer. "All right, I am staying with Greg for a couple of weeks. Dan asked for my rings and they are on my dresser at home beside his until I get back."

"You're shacked up with Greg, your boss", asked one of the girls.

Another said, "Until you get back?"

"Are you sure you're going back, will Dan let you in?"

"Yes to all three of you. Isn't it time we went back to work?"

"This will be all over the office by Friday."

"I know."

Dan had a good telephone chat with his wife that afternoon; talking to Laura seemed to animate him. She said she would see him after work Thursday. Dan chatted with his secretary for a few minutes just before work day end, casual conversation, nothing more. He even struck up a conversation with a woman at Gilly's when he stopped for happy hour and dinner. She was an attractive girl, she wasn't wearing a suit, and she wasn't his wife. Dan enjoyed standing at the bar beside a good looking woman wearing very high heels, very tight blue jeans, and a very tight blouse. Conversation was good, better than ESPN, and he even got a kiss on the cheek after buying her a drink. I should be going home to my wife, Dan thought as he said good evening to the woman in tight jeans, but Laura is with Greg tonight.

Dan went over Gilly's in his mind as he drove home. I'm not wearing my wedding ring, that's why she was up for a drink and conversation. You thought it was your charm and good looks, didn't you boss. Dream on. ESPN will be there for me, ESPN and a vodka tonic. Dan slept better.

Greg surprised Laura after work. They went to a fine jewelry store to pick up his token of affection. Laura wore the new dress she moved with her things, modeled and gave her leg to receive her gift. "I didn't expect a token with two diamonds. I must be an expensive bus ride for you."

"Well worth it, darling. Now we both know, so will anyone else who sees you."

"More than just Dan, I'll bet." Laura told Greg about lunch with the girls.

"I feel like I should take you out tonight to show you off. You look beautiful in that dress."

"Thank you, I would rather you take me to your bedroom and take my dress off."

"Let's go to our bedroom." 

When her dress was on its hanger, Greg kissed every part of Laura's body now uncovered. Laura just purred as her man kissed. "Just take my bra and panties off, leave the stockings on so I can wear your bracelet while we make love."

Possessed was what Laura felt as Greg played her body. I am possessed and loved tonight. Greg is giving me all of the love he has, all that I need. Laura whispered the three words in her lover's ear. She said them aloud when Greg entered her for the first time, "I love you." Laura said them again even louder when she went over her top. "Oh Greg, yes, Greg, oh Greg, Oh I Love You So Much." Laura felt no shame, no guilt and no infidelity saying those three words tonight. Laura was a woman in love with her man. Laura was in love with her Greg. She was truly with Greg at this instant.

Dan felt indigestion coming on. Maybe it was the sandwich at Gilly's, he thought. The bartender may have used another brand of vodka tonight. Maybe you are just feeling guilty about flirting with the woman, buying her a drink and getting a kiss on the cheek in return. I think there are some antacids in the medicine cabinet. Why should I feel guilty about a kiss on the cheek, my wife is probably getting her brains fucked loose at this instant.

Dan's private phone rang, he answered with his professional voice. "Hi Baby, it's me. Do you have time for lunch with your wife today; I have something to show you?"

"You surprised me; mostly you call in the afternoon. Sure, where do you want to meet?"

"Can you pick me up here at the office?"

"Not a problem, on my way."

Laura showed off one of her new suits. She modeled at their lunch table before sitting. "It's from Business Lady; they sent me three complete outfits. I got them yesterday at the office. All the girls were envious."

"They were very impressed with you Baby; I got a call from their marketing executive who told me the way you dazzled them, I am sure I told you."

"Yes, but I didn't expect all this." Conversation drifted to their week without each other. Laura told Dan she was concerned that he was coping okay without. She decided to postpone talking about the office gossip.

"I was thinking about coming home tonight, is that okay?"

"It's your home too, you can always come home."

"What about spend the night; I think I might like that?"

"I'll go home to Greg's after work to change and come home about seven, okay?" She saw Dan wince. "I'll go to Greg's home; then come home, is that better? That's what I really meant."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sorry, yes I am sure. I know where my home is, it's with you."

"Don't put yourself out just for me. No, stay away, stay with Greg. Stay at your home with Greg until you are ready to come to your home with Dan for more than a night."

Dan dropped Laura back at her office. Lunch had been up and down, Laura's one word slip was the downside. Dan's parting kiss was perfunctory. Alone on the elevator, Laura knew she was the one who fucked up this time. Her afternoon demeanor made it obvious to everyone who came within her space. At three, Greg put an end to her funk. "Laura, come in my office please." Greg locked the door and made Laura give him her panties. He balled the nylon and stuffed her mouth. "Bend over and hold on to the desk." Four hard slaps stung. "Get on your knees and suck my cock you foul tempered bitch."

Ten minutes later Laura was at her desk with a smile on her face. Funk time was over. She promised Greg she would tell about lunch with Dan if he took her to dinner. From Greg's last pounding slap on his lover's ass through lunch the following Wednesday, Laura dwelled in a bliss she rarely had known. 

Their sex life was outstanding; well, they didn't do a lot standing up, Laura thought, only twice. Their social life was great. Greg did take her dancing Saturday night. They made an attractive couple. Sunday afternoon they picnicked in a park away from town. Shorts and a halter top could be as much fun as an evening dress, and a lot easier to throw in the washer after romping and rolling around. Laura devoted full attention to her affair with Greg with no thought at all of her husband. After lunch with the girls again on Wednesday, she decided to call Dan.

Dan hadn't stayed at home in his funk either. Friday he returned to Gilly's and his kiss on the cheek friend was there again. She still wore those very high heels, but tonight she wore a very short denim skirt. Her top was just as tight. Dan bought two drinks and got each cheek kissed. They talked more. She was an artist; she had just started working in a gallery near Gilly's to support her art career. 

They had a good time together, conversation and mild flirting was fun. It was always the first step in a getting to know you routine. Her gallery was having an opening Sunday afternoon, a new artist, very up and coming. "Would you like to join me, I have to work, but mostly my work will be mingling. I'd like to mingle with you." Dan got a lip kiss when he dropped her in front of her apartment.

Sunday afternoon was fun too, Dan saw his new friend in a dress for the first time. He thought she looked pretty good in a dress. Dan did notice the colorful scarf as an accent to her basic black dress. There were a number of other women at the opening, including two very attractive older women. Dan mingled and drank cheap white wine. His new friend mingled collecting and giving business cards. Her wine glass was mostly untouched. Dan suggested drinks following the opening and his friend asked if Gilly's was open Sunday.

Gilly's was open, but with a different crowd, mostly younger. Three drinks, acceptance for dinner Wednesday and a ride home brought the day to a pleasant end. The kiss Dan got at her doorstep held a hint of future promise. At home Dan turned his cell phone on again; Laura had called and left a message. She was just checking on him, gave her love to the voicemail, and told Dan he could call back or not. Dan didn't bother calling.

Dan did call Tuesday; Laura answered in cheery fashion. Hi Baby, I'm glad you called. I was hoping it was you. They talked about their weeks' and Dan acknowledged her voice message. "No, I have something planned tonight; you can come for a visit tomorrow if you want to see me."

"Well, I guess tomorrow will work, I am glad you aren't just moping around the house."

"I've kept myself occupied, I bet you have too."

"Yes, I have."

"You can say we have, it's okay Baby, really it is okay to say we."

"Two weeks is almost over."

"Have you had your fill yet, are you coming home, or do you want more time at your other home."

"Dan, my home is with you, I'll be home after this Friday. Will the door still be open for me?"

"Yes Baby, the front door is always open for you."

"I'll see you Saturday, sometime Saturday."

"Make it Sunday why don't you. I'll have the patio table set brunch for two at eleven. Can you make it by then?"

Dan was pissed, he waited until he heard Laura's final I love you and the buzz of disconnect. His phone slammed down hard enough that his secretary called to him. Sometime Saturday, she can be a bitch. My wife can be an ever loving bitch sometimes. His secretary came in to see if everything was all right. Dan told her his wife had just called and annoyed him. He was going to take a walk and work off his frustrations and that she could leave early if she wanted to get away.




Always Faithful Ch. 03.3



Author's Notes: Always Faithful is a work of fiction. This is the fifth post in a series of Laura's affair with her boss, Greg, and her relationship with her husband, Dan. The prior post ended with build-up anticipation for Laura's country club date with her lover.

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THREE -- BEGINNINGS OF AN AFFAIR -- 3-3 LAURA'S BIG DATE

Dan learned about his wife's date Saturday evening. He reacted negatively and with surprise. Laura didn't expect her husband's reaction. In her mind, she was just telling Dan a firm date for something long planned. "I didn't expect you to be this way. You should have anticipated our date."

"I know I bought the dress you will wear. This is your red dress date, isn't it?"

"Yes, I will wear the red you bought. You know I asked Greg almost a month ago."

"I know, have known that long, I just got over loosing you for two weeks."

"Baby, you didn't lose me, you will never lose me. I am going on a date with Greg."

"You will probably be gone all weekend, even longer possibly."

"No, I told Greg to come for me here at home. We will be out late I am sure; at most I will spend the night with him."

"At most spend the night, yeah."

"Dan, it will be all right, trust me. I will have most of the weekend with you. If I spend the night with Greg, I am sure he will leave a gift and I will have a story to tell."

Dan laughed, mostly at himself, "A juicy cunt and a story to tell, some gift."

"Face it Baby, you love both almost as much as I do. Why don't you call your artist friend and fix up something with her?"

"I don't think that is a likely possibility."

"Why not, bad date?"

"No, we had fun, talked about a lot of things. When we parted, she said that would be our last time going out. She doesn't want to date a married man."

"A lot of women feel that way, I can understand. Sorry for you, though."

"She did say if my situation changed, look her up. The way she said it she thought it was likely."

"Not a chance, Baby, not any chance at all, I am never letting you go."

Sneaking in a quickie wasn't going to compromise never letting Dan go. Laura used the new key on her ring and found Greg in the kitchen pouring a second cup of coffee. Her shorts and panties were on the floor before she reached him. Her blouse followed at her feet as she kissed her lover. Greg removed her bra, and Laura assumed position head down on the counter top. "You are a sneaking cheating wife, you slut." Hard slaps to her rear end accompanied his words and Laura cried out in agreement. 

"Yes darling, fuck your cheating, sneaking around slut."

Greg's slaps and curses stopped as he thrust strongly into Laura from behind. "I love you darling." He was fully in and banging his lover's hips forward hard. 

Laura responded with calls of "Fuck me hard, fuck me fast." Her screams shifted, got louder, "Fuck, Yes, Fuck, Yes, Fuck, Yes." Greg had reached between her legs to pinch and squeeze Laura's clitoris. Ten minutes after Laura unlocked the front door, orgasm celebrations resounded in her lover's kitchen.

Laura went to her knees and sucked hard to keep Greg fully erect. Her hands brought his to her head. Greg understood her desire; he jammed cock in deep and held tight to choke his lover. Greg flexed his cock forward and deeper into Laura's throat as his hands held tight behind her head. Laura would let him stay fucking her face just like this until he came, Greg knew that from experience. She would take him until he finished or she passed out.

Greg watched Laura carefully; he looked straight at her eyes. It was time; Greg used his hands to break the seal Laura's lips and throat had on his cock. As Laura gasped air into her lungs, Greg kept cock head in her mouth and furiously stroked his second orgasm onto her tongue.

"Thank you darling, I love you Greg", was followed by "May I use your mouthwash. This has to be one of those times Dan tastes nothing but me." At Greg's front door, the couple shared their last kiss until Monday morning. "I hope the young girl doing my shopping has everything in a basket when I get to the store." Greg laughed and shook his head as his lover's car drove away.

"We need to get a better grade of Christians in town, Baby. They should be at home getting ready for church, not in the store shopping Sunday morning." Dan, suspecting nothing, looked for nothing. He laughed with his wife and helped put the groceries away. When he did kiss Laura later that afternoon, he detected a faint hint of mouthwash. Her flavor was a bit out of place for this time of day, but not unheard of, Dan ignored any signals.

Dan and Laura made love that night, long time married couple love. Both were satisfied as they drifted into sleep. Dan and Laura had been together long enough to know that all sex wasn't a race to climb the highest peak or run the fastest race. Some of the pool of hot sex that might have driven Dan higher and faster was dried in the crotch of Laura's panties. The rest washed down the drain during Laura's shower. There was at most a trace of his wife's cheating that morning; certainly there was not enough to arouse suspicion.

Dan answered his private phone. I may be just a little bit late getting home tonight, Baby. - No, not very late, and no, I won't be in Greg's bedroom. -- He wants me with him when he picks up a gift he wants me to wear Saturday. -- Same jewelry place he bought the anklet. -- No, definitely not an engagement ring, I hope he knows I would never accept that kind of gift. -- I should be home no later than seven; I'll show off whatever Greg buys for me. -- I love you too, Baby. Laura did get home just a few minutes before seven.

"Well, no cum breath on you. I don't taste Greg."

"No Baby, no cum breath, and nothing down below either. I am a pure wife coming home from a hard day at work."

"Oh, you got him hard and left him that way; you are bad."

"Dan!" Laura slapped his arm. "Was it an engagement ring? Let's have a look at his gift."

"No, no engagement ring. Can you wait until after dinner, I want to keep you in suspense the way Greg did me?"

After dinner they adjourned to the den. "Fix me a drink and then we can play tell and show. I would love a brandy tonight."

"The champagne and wines we have been drinking lately do get boring after a while. Show me your new jewelry."

"I said tell and show, let me describe it first. We can look at it together next. I may even try it on." Laura decided to draw things out. "The gift Greg bought is sort of like a hair pin; it's shaped like one. Do you know what I mean?"

"Do you mean U shaped, like a bobby pin?"

"Yes, but some hairpins are fancy, this one is fancy."

"How fancy?"

"Some have decorations, worn in your hair to be seen, not just hold hair in place."

"I think I've seen pictures, you don't have any like that, do you?"

"I have one; I haven't worn it in years."

"Okay, so Greg wants you to wear a hairpin as a gift, pardon me, but I think that is sort of sweet. It's subtle even, only you and he will know the meaning, plus your husband."

"You're right Dan, if my gift was really a hairpin. I said it was like a hairpin. It's meant to be worn where very few will see."

"Oh; where do you wear this hairpin?"

"Lower down, I'll wear it between my legs."

"Laura, that's wild. Except for one thing, you don't have any hair down there between your legs. Greg has been there often enough to know that you don't."

"Yes he has Baby, many times. Greg knows exactly what I have at my pussy. I make sure he knows as often as I can."

"I know Laura, I know you let him have full play at your pussy whenever either of you get excited."

"No, not that often, I turn him down some. I turn me down some. Want to hear about the decorations and how I will wear the hairless hairpin?"

"Yes, I am actually intrigued now."

"Pour us another drink and we can finish the tell part."

Dan returned with another round of drinks, "Okay, finish the tell and let's get to the show."

"Well, since the decorations can't be seen, they are little bells, they can be heard. There are six of them, three on each side, and they make a tinkling sound."

"That's wild."

"Since I have no hair down on my pussy, the hairpin goes on my clit."

"Hold it now; Greg put holes in your clit for a bauble? Laura, that's too far."

"No holes Baby, no holes, I promise. It is a clit clip and it slips over my clit, gives it a squeeze to stay in place."

They opened the jewelry box together and Dan lifted the clip to examine Laura's new jewelry. He shook it and heard the bells tinkle. A smile began to cross his face that pleased Laura. "I'm impressed, jealous even. I wish I thought of something like this." 

Laura kissed Dan for his reaction. "I'm glad you approve, I was a bit worried."

"Have you tried wearing this?" 

Dan's wife blushed bright red, "Yes, but not for Greg; Greg hasn't seen it on me yet."

"If not Greg, who?"

"The jewelry guy had to fit it to me. We went in a back shop. I made Greg wait outside."

"Strip woman, shuck it down and show me." Dan played with Laura's clit enough to excite her and draw her clit out from hiding. He slipped the clip into place, tugging to make sure it fit snug. Laura immediately gave a little shimmy to ring her chimes. She pranced around the room with delight and Dan stood and applauded. "Damned, I wish I had thought of that. I yield to your lover on this gift, Baby."

"I'm glad you yield to Greg, yield me to Greg. This time, for this date in particular, I am so very glad you yield to Greg." Laura read a little more than I intended into my words, Dan thought. She often does that to her benefit.

Laura was jumpy all day Saturday. A boo would have sent her through a window. At two she offered sex to Dan. "I want to start getting ready at three; Greg will pick me up at six-thirty. If you want to have me before I go, why not now before I shower?" Dan turned his wife down. He decided he didn't want to jack off in Laura's cunt and that is exactly what her offer sounded like to him. "I'll wait until you get home, you can bring some excitement for me." Laura knew what her husband meant and she kissed him in assent.

An hour before Greg was due Laura came to her husband in the den. All Dan could see Laura wearing was her new black pumps with the impossible four inch heels, a pair of very sheer red stockings that turned his wife's legs into objects of wonder, and a short silk wrap robe. She had two questions. "I hope you don't mind if I wear these diamond drop ear rings you gave two Christmases back? They go well with my red dress."

"I don't mind, I bought them for special occasions; I think your big date is special."

"I do too, very special. My second question is would you like to do the honors with my new jewelry piece?"

Laura dropped her robe and handed Dan the jewelry box. "I guess the dress is its own bra and panties will keep the chimes from ringing, right?"

"I thought so, but I may at least try panties with my bells in place." Laura closed her eyes and hummed as Dan stiffened her clit. Dan took his time, he wanted her stiff and wet. "Ooooohh!" Dan pulled his wife taut and slipped the wires over and around Laura's now very erect clitoris. When everything was in place and adjusted, Dan flipped the bells to hear them tinkle and kissed his wife there.

"I couldn't resist a goodbye kiss. Your pussy is one of my favorite parts of you. I hate to give it up."

"Dan, Baby, you are not giving up anything, not even lending. I am just going on a date with Greg tonight, that's all."

"I know you'll be back, and bring pretty pussy with you a little worse for wear. The light will be on when you get back. As far as I am concerned, it's goodbye to pussy and you until then."

"Okay, I will leave it at that."

"Do you want something, you've been nervous as a cat all day?"

"There's no sense opening a bottle of wine, would you have a vodka tonic with me? I have been on edge, just big date jitters, I guess."

"Sure, but you're no longer a teenager."

"I know, silly of me."

"I didn't see your ankle bracelet?"

"I took it off to put stockings on, it's on my dresser. That and the dress is all I have to do. Dan, I want to leave my rings on, I hope that is all right. I don't feel right without them."

"Of course, Baby, it's just a date, you're not moving out. At least I hope not."

"Do you want me to wait, I mean for Greg to come for his date?"

"What wait, you don't have to hide Baby; you should know that by now."

"I thought I would go over to Gilly's for a sandwich, drink and maybe find some conversation."

"Meeting your artist friend?"

"No, not really, I told you what she said the last time. I guess I just like the casual, working guy setting. Gilly's is better than staying here alone."

"You're right, it is better. If you feel uncomfortable waiting for Greg, I understand, but I would like you to wait."

"I'll be damned disappointed spending all that money on the red dress if you go to the ball dressed like you are now. Don't you think it's time to finish dressing?"

"Old girly trick, always make the guy wait until you are finished dressing. You do it even if you have been dressed an hour."

As things turned out, Laura was still upstairs with finishing touches when she heard the bell chime. She let Dan receive her date. "Hi Greg, come in." Dan noticed Greg wearing a traditional black cummerbund and remembered the red one he bought. Oh hell, another time perhaps. Dan decided he could play the catty game too. 

"My wife is upstairs, wait in the den and I will see if she is ready for you." Dan met Laura at the foot of the stairs; she was carrying the box with Greg's cummerbund along with her small purse. Dan took her by the arm and formally escorted her to their living room.

Greg and Laura kissed warmly and then she reached behind him to remove his cummerbund. "Dan bought this gift for you so you could match colors with me." Greg admired the cummerbund and then took in Laura's beauty in her red dress. "Your taste is perfect, Dan, I understand you picked out this lady's dress as well."

"Thank you, I helped. You two have a good time."

"I am sure we will, I will return Laura to you safe and sound. I think tonight will be a fun evening of dinner, dancing and socializing." Both Greg and Dan were stilted and uncomfortable. Laura resolved the discomfort by leading Greg to the door. She didn't give Dan a goodbye kiss this date night.

Greg's lips took Dan's place kissing Laura as he seated his date in his car. Laura intentionally raised her dress and let the slit in her skirt spread. "The way you two were acting, I didn't think I should let you have a look with Dan around."

"It looks great on you, even better than I imagined. I can't wait to see and hear you walking around."

"You will, darling, in good time you will." Laura covered up and they drove off.

"I am wearing my rings tonight, and these ear rings are a gift from Dan. I am wearing your anklet and this clit jewelry that is all you. If any question comes up about us, just tell the truth. Don't broadcast, but I will never be ashamed to hear you say I am your lover."

"Jacobs will be there, I am sure of that. His wife is on the committee. He will bring out others in the firm."

"That's okay by me; if you want to act a little possessive I will gladly be yours."

"We will be mostly good, let's try to avoid scandals, but this is our big date. I know how you feel about tonight."

Laura didn't know most of the people at this high society affair, but she knew the routine. Drinks in hand they circulated. Greg handled introductions where necessary. Laura did recognize a few who had called at the office, mostly faces but not names. She quickly noticed that her Greg was one of the few men wearing a colorful cummerbund. He stood out and looked good. Kudos to Dan she thought to herself.

She couldn't help comparing what she was wearing, how she looked in her red dress, with other women. Laura knew what she would have worn. She had several nice dresses for this crowd. None compared to the red dress she wore tonight. Laura knew she looked stunning, and again thought of her husband's taste and judgment. I'll make sure he gets a reward, she thought.

Greg made a point to seek out Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs. Both Laura and Greg complimented the lady who was one of the key organizers. Laura fawned over her necklace and ear rings. Evidently, Laura choose the right target, they had been a gift at their last anniversary. Mrs. Jacobs beamed. Two more women lawyers approached, one within the firm where Laura worked. Greg watched the women chat for a minute and then turned away.

Greg thought he was providing conversation cover for Laura. He didn't realize together they protected each other. Another of the senior partners approached him, "Do you think it wise to have your secretary as a date tonight?"

"She is more than my secretary, Sir; we are close."

"She is married, isn't she?"

"Yes, Laura is married, and her husband was at home when I picked her up this evening. We aren't doing anything clandestine."

"Well, Laura is very attractive. You make a good looking couple together. Just be careful."

"Yes sir, we certainly will." She is also very perceptive, Greg thought to himself as the partner moved on. She expected something like this to happen. I should have as well. 

Laura's grilling came from Mrs. Jacobs with the two younger women as witnesses. The approach was more subtle. "Your ear rings are exquisite too, they compliment your wedding set well."

"A gift from my husband two Christmases past; he has good taste."

"I see. Yes, he has an eye for jewelry I would say."

"Also for dresses, he picked this out for me; I don't think I would have spent quite so much on a dress. I am glad he said it is you."

"I wish my husband would do something like that for me", came from one of the younger lawyers. "You are lucky to have him."

"I think so, he is special."

"Where is he tonight?"

"He had something to do, and I am here with Greg. I better go find him." Little truth, but no falsehoods, in any of my responses Laura thought, as she looked for her lover.

Her husband was otherwise occupied at the moment. Dan sat a table a Gilly's having a sandwich and a beer for his dinner. His entertainment was the Braves and Cubs on a big screen TV. He had left a message on his friend's voicemail. The message was equivocal. Hi, it's Dan. I'm going to Gilly's tonight, say about eightish. If you decide to wander in, I will buy the first round. Dan didn't expect her and wasn't sure why he had called. She was perfectly clear about no future.

Of course Dan wasn't clear about a future either; he wasn't trying to score. She was good conversation company, that's all. I know nothing about art, well maybe a little, but not in her league. The times we have been together, we don't talk business and we don't talk about Laura. I really don't want to think about Laura tonight; tonight my wife is with Greg. I am alone at Gilly's. Not quite alone, there are others having a beer and watching the game.

Dan looked around the room. He saw a couple of groups of guys, also two groups of young women. There were a few couples as well. There was Dan sitting alone in a working class bar with a sandwich and a beer. His wife was at the country club with her date. Dan pondered things for a moment and then turned his attention to the next batter coming to home plate.





Always Faithful Ch. 03.3



One more drink while circulating through the crowd led them to dinner. Greg picked a spot away from the host table. Laura noticed the lawyer from another firm approaching with her man in tow. Laura whispered a thumbnail in Greg's ear before introductions. Dinner fare turned out to be just a little more tasty than similar events both attended; they didn't expect better. The speakers were a mixed bag. Introductions were long and dry. The main speaker, executive director of the primary charity, spoke well about the benefits all this glamour enabled.

Conversation around the dinner table was more interesting. Everyone gave their professional bio's and Greg had shared some case work with the young lawyer's date. That gave Laura and the young woman a chance to chat. She was naturally curious how a married secretary happened to be her boss's date tonight. "I heard you tell Mrs. Jacobs your husband was out, but he picked the dress and jewelry for you tonight; did I hear correctly?"

"Yes, Dan thought I needed to add some color and flair to my dressy wardrobe."

"But you are wearing that dress for your boss, and it does show some skin. What's going on?"

"Greg and I go out socially sometimes."

"I see, you must know each other well."

"Yes, I think you can say that."

"You husband approves?"

"Dan would say agrees more than approves."

"He must at least agree if he bought that for you to wear."

"I have been after Greg to find a place appropriate for this dress; tonight is the appropriate night he selected."

"Oh, okay. How long have you been under Greg?" Laura recognized the question for what it was. 

"I've worked for him for three years, but I have only been under him a couple of months." Laura had finally stopped her dinner partner's questions; she decided to do same asking. "How long have you known your date, are you two an item as well?"

"About two years, I guess a casual item is a good description."

"Is he any good?"

"Not bad, maybe not the best, but not at all bad."

"Lucky girl."

"Yes, I think so. Are you in the market for another lawyer, or just generally curious?"

"I'm not in the market for another man at all; two is enough for me."

Laura turned attention to Greg. "Darling, do you think I could get a kiss before dessert? I like to start early."

"You wench." Greg kissed his lover warmly, but with as little display as possible. Laura was in a teasing mood. 

"Maybe I can talk my new friend into giving her date a kiss to show you how?" All four laughed. 

"I know how to kiss you; I've proven that already, haven't I?" 

Both couples kissed, both women took the lead slipping tongues into their partner.





Always Faithful Ch. 03.3



"Oh yes, I got a lot of notice, from men and women." Laura told her husband about the reaction of several women to the dress he picked out. "I deflected every compliment to you Baby." Laura didn't want her fancy date night to overwhelm their brunch. "What's your friends name; she does have one, doesn't she?"

"Yes Baby, she has a name."

"Whenever you mention her you just say the artist, or my friend. Are you going to tell me, or is her name a secret?" 

Dan laughed at Laura's question. "Just call her Artsy; I'll know who you mean." 

That brought a laughing response from Laura, "You know Greg's name, but I have to call your lady Artsy." A mirthful conversation about nicknames filled with innuendo ensued.

"Yeah, that works for me. Do you want to have a nickname for Greg? You shouldn't feel left out."

Laura thought about the question for a moment. "We could just call him Boss that would fit. We are Laura and Boss, and you are Dan and Artsy."

"For all nicknames, you and Greg can be Boss and Baby."

"I can live with that, I wouldn't mind being his Baby, but I never call him Baby, only you."

"Greg's not a Baby; if he is he's a fat baby from what you tell me."

"I never said he was fat, you know he isn't fat."

"Fat down below, Baby."

"Oh, yeah! He is kinda fat down there." Laura grinned broadly recalling her lover's width.

"You're right, Laura, calling him Fatso doesn't sound quite appropriate. I don't want anyone thinking my wife is dating a fat slob."

"I'll just call him my Fat Dick Greg then."

"I've got it, the perfect nickname for your Fat Dick boyfriend. Oh So!"

"What is that supposed to mean? You are crazy, off your rocker."

"Greg's cock is Oh So Fat for Laura."

She agreed. "And Laura loves it; she loves the nickname because it is perfect for my lover. Your wife Laura also loves Oh So's fat dick in her pussy."

"In your pussy and everywhere else, let's finish and get our weekend stuff out of the way. You can tell me about your evening this evening."

Evening found them in the den sipping one of the dry white California wines. Laura told briefly about her show off parade mingling before dinner. She talked more about meeting Mrs. Jacobs, the two young women lawyers, and the subtle caution about her marriage. "Greg received the same message from one of the senior partners; that we need to be more careful."

"That doesn't surprise me Baby. The word about BJs under Oh So's desk must be all over the office."

"Not the details, we haven't given details, but yeah, people know Greg and I are dating."

"Not just dating, Laura, you might get away with that much. Sucking your Oh So fat boss dick in the office is what makes people notice." Dan decided to change the subject. "How did your dress go over, did it compare favorably with the rest of the ladies?"

"I got to compliment your taste many times; my dress was one of the high spots." Laura then talked about their dinner table partners and the innuendo she and the young lawyer shared. 

"Did you tell her all about the special jewelry you wore?"

"Even better, I showed her the anklet and clit clip my Oh So gave me; when we went to the ladies room, not at the table. She told her date to listen for bells when he asked me to dance later that night."

"Could he hear the bells ring?"

"No, he couldn't; I told him to ask his date what she meant after Greg and I left."

"I guess Greg had his chances to ring your bells."

With no need to lie, "He sure did, a couple of times. He made the chimes sounds big and loud." 

Dan laughed. "Speaking of chimes sounding, I am sorry I was so out of it when you came home last night."

"This morning, Greg brought me home late."

"Were you still wearing your clip, I didn't even notice?"

"No, I left my bells with Greg. I should have worn them home so you could ring my chimes."

"Oh So used real creativity buying them, keep them as a special gift just for him. I'll try to ring your chimes in more traditional ways." Dan earned a kiss for his offer. 

"You can begin bell ringing practice in just a little while, Baby."

"I didn't check for bites and bruises either, did you get fucked hard the way you like him to do you?"

"I shouldn't have many bites; my ass may still be red. With our second time he beat my drum constantly. He finished me holding my clit tight and shaking my bells until I screamed. Why are you so interested in hearing how hard Greg fucked me? Most times that I talk about us fucking the way we do hurts you."

"I don't know, tonight it doesn't. I am more curious. I didn't wake up when you came home last night; maybe that is why I am curious."

"You were really asleep; you came into me, but that's all. It was just sleep sex."

"I know, you could have had Greg with, I might not have known."

"I thought about that, after you rolled off I thought that I should have fucked Greg downstairs one last time. I wanted to bring him into the den when we were kissing at the door. I would have but I thought you might be awake."

"Can't let hubby see you screw your Oh So boss in your own house, can you?"

"No, I didn't want to have that happen. I had to be satisfied kissing and fondling at the door."

"How much", Dan asked?

"How much kissing, or the fondling?"

"Both, and how long?"

"Maybe fifteen minutes of kissing, less than that fondling. I lifted my skirt for him; then I unzipped his pants." Laura let her mind drift back to last night. "I didn't fuck him out front, we both considered doing it, but we didn't. We did just about everything short of fucking."

"I hope no neighbors were watching."

"I hope they were. If I am office gossip I may as well be neighborhood gossip too."

"I haven't heard an gossip, but it wouldn't surprise me that some folks have seen you leave on dates with him."

"I have never brought him here; you know that, don't you?"

"I hadn't thought about you being with Greg here; you have his home."

"Are you ready to take your bride to bed?"

"Drink up and let's go."

"I'll give you the same choice I often give Oh So, soft and slow or hard and fast."

"What does Greg choose, both?"

"Yes, mostly both. Sometimes Greg chooses both twice. I won't be with Greg here in our home."

"Okay, your choice; mine too." Dan didn't think he wanted to deal with the physical intrusion of his wife's affair into their bedroom.

The ease Dan showed Sunday accepting Laura and Greg as lovers continued for the rest of the summer. Laura did her part to cool her romance down. She rarely came home from work with cum breath. Dan no longer had to do a taste test to guess. At least one night a week, Laura did come home from work late. She and Greg didn't always use Tuesday, or Thursday as their sex night. When the feelings were right, Laura went home with Greg. She almost always called Dan to let him know.

Laura almost always spent the night with Greg at least once a week, but she never made that a surprise. Once she had to call Dan and she actually asked permission to extend a second night. The nights she spent at home with Dan were as together and loving as possible. Laura was keeping a whirlwind pace of social and sexual activity and she seemed to thrive. There was just one thing missing; Laura missed the tension.

One Saturday while Dan was doing some major yard work, Laura was inside and getting itchy. Finally she figured out the itch. She hadn't had any naughty fun in almost a month. The few blow jobs in the office had been almost clinical, fully dressed and never under Greg's desk. Greg hadn't fucked her at work since before the country club. What Saturdays they had didn't include time for a walk in the park and a fuck behind a tree. She hadn't kept Dan in any sort of suspense. The excitement was slipping and her affair with her boss was becoming ordinary sex.

Laura quickly changed into a short casual skirt, a summer halter top and sandals. "Hey Baby, I'm going to do some shopping I'll be back." Her car was on autopilot and Laura hummed happily to herself. She pulled into Greg's driveway just after her lover came home and helped carry groceries into the house. Cold things went into the refrigerator. Laura's hot panties she threw on the stove to keep warm. By the time Laura was bent over the counter, Greg was stepping out of his shorts.

"We haven't used the kitchen lately, Baby, fuck me here and now."

Greg didn't notice the Baby, the word held no special significance to him. He rammed his cock straight forward hard, pressing Laura into the counter. Laura all of a sudden realized what she called Greg; she had fucked up and been unfaithful with her words once more. "Oh damn! Oh, oh, oh, oh yes, oh yes, yes, yes, yes, do me, fuck me." Any remorse at her infidelity was overtaken by sexual stimulation. 

Laura reached behind to loosen her halter. "Dan doesn't know I'm here; we don't have much time. Fuck me hard; use your hands if you want him to know. You can mark that you've fucked me. Let him know you have rights to my body just like he does."

"He'll know, Dan will know when he sees my cum running down your legs." Greg bit her neck. His hands pulled at her tits to raise them almost to her shoulders. He pulled his oh so fat cock all the way out before slamming home with each thrust. They reached orgasm together.

"You needed to cheat on Dan as much as you needed me, didn't you?" 

Laura threw her arms around her man and kissed him. "Could you see it coming?"

"Now that I think back, yes. You haven't asked for really rough sex in a long time. You can't do without the hard sex too long, can you?"

"You are right; I need your brand of hard sex. I need it soon. We don't have time today, I have to get back. I am supposed to be out shopping."

"I should keep your panties so you will have to buy some. Either that, or have you buy Dan a belt to spank your nasty bottom." 

Laura kissed her lover. "I'll make an excuse, just window shopping."

"Did you mark me?" 

Greg lifted her hair. "You will have a bruise, your choice whether he sees it or not." Laura hugged and kissed Greg again; she held on and squeezed. Laura reached for her panties and unrolled them. 

She was about to put them on when Greg stopped her. "Let me give you one more thrill to hold you over." Greg gripped her clit and pulled, twisted and shook it hard. Laura was taken by surprise. Her knees buckled and her mouth opened to scream, but no sound came out. Greg pushed Laura to her knees and gave three jabbing fuck strokes all down to Laura's throat to choke her. "Put your panties on and go, I'll call you."

Laura was in heaven driving home. Greg had fucked her, and then treated her like a whore piece of meat at the end. He understood completely why she had come to him today. She needed him hard and rough just the way he used her. Laura decided not to tell Dan anything, and her husband wouldn't suspect. She would suggest a casual dinner out somewhere.

Dinner was relaxing; they talked about how things were going at work. Laura asked if Dan had seen Artsy lately. "She asked me to consider sitting for a painting the last time I saw her at an opening." Dan had taken to attending openings at Artsy's gallery and others. Laura often made dates with Greg when Dan was in the art world. 

"Are you going to get painted?"

"I just said maybe, a non committal maybe."

Laura offered her opinion, "I think you should, I would love to see how someone portrays you."

"How are things with you and Greg, you haven't talked much lately, and you don't spend as much time with Greg as you once did."

"Fine, Greg is fine. I see him every day at work, but we have cooled down there; trying to be careful."

"That's smart."

"I tell you when I am going to his place. We still get together at least once a week."

"More like two, three, or four times." 

Laura paused in thought, "I've only been with Greg four times in a week once in the last month." Dan squeezed his wife's hand and chuckled. Laura decided to change the focus of their conversation. "Greg's going on vacation for two weeks; starts week after this."

Dan decided to go with the change; he could see that keeping on down the how many times Laura was with Greg path could spoil a nice meal. He asked congenially, "Any place fun?" Laura talked about her lover's upcoming vacation to the outer banks; that Greg had invited her along, but she declined. Dan wanted to know why she turned him down since he knew how much Laura loved a beach vacation.

"I told him no; I didn't think me going on vacation with Greg would go over with you." Laura also had pure feminine logic for not going. "Not this year. I haven't even bought a new bikini this year. I can't go to the beach in last year's suit."

"I wouldn't like it, but if you want to go I won't pitch a fit." Dane watched his wife shake her head no.. "I guess I will have to work overtime to take care of your new appetite."

"You do that pretty well, Baby."

"I can even spring for a new bikini if you don't mind wearing one for me instead of your Oh So lover."

"I will proudly wear any bikini my husband chooses to buy. Want to try a weekend at the beach ourselves while Greg is gone?"

"That sounds like fun; sure we can do that. I might even spring for a couple of bikinis; they don't take up much room in a suitcase."

At home, Laura took Dan straight to their bed. She told him to practice and get in shape to be able to satisfy her when Greg was gone. Most of the evidence Greg left soaked her panties before Dan entered. Whatever Dan felt as his cock dived into Laura's sex pool could be passed off as excitement. Dan's cock did feel something, but only enough to cause mild curiosity, not proof. His wife's deception was good enough. Laura had her second orgasm of the day. Her husband was a good lover, but their lovemaking had none of the forbidden fruit that flavored sex with Greg. The sneaking sex she had with her lover that morning touched a deeper need than Dan could fill.

Dan anticipated his wife's need to spend time with Greg before his vacation. Wednesday night Laura told him she was going to her home with Greg Thursday. "His plane leaves at noon Saturday; I will see him off and then come home to you." Her statement held no ambiguity; Dan understood that Laura would inhabit her other home for three days. He might get after lunch phone calls, but then again he might not.

They had no contact, none at all between Laura and Dan until she came home Saturday afternoon. Dan's immediate reaction was my wife has been fucking hard for three straight days; I wonder what Greg looked like getting on the plane? "You look like a cheap whore coming home from a three day fuck fest." As Dan spoke, something in his psyche snapped; he grabbed his wife by the arm roughly. "You've been giving your pussy to Greg for three days; now I'm taking mine." He ripped Laura's halter from her chest and led her into the house.

Less than a minute after the front door closed it opened again. Laura's shorts and panties flew out to join her top. Dan slapped his wife's ass hard enough to leave a red palm print. "Get your ass in the kitchen now. You like fucking Greg in his kitchen let's see how you like getting fucked in your own." Laura kicked off her sandals and scampered barefooted to the kitchen. She was bent over the counter waiting before she realized Dan hadn't even allowed her a welcome home kiss.

Dan reached between his wife's legs and squeezed her swollen lips hard. The excitement Laura would normally feel didn't come; she only felt the pain. Holding her tight down there, Dan spoke strong but controlled in her ear, "If Greg tried to seal his cum inside, either you can open up or I will open you." 

Laura reached down to open her swollen cunt lips, "Fuck me Dan; fuck your cunt." Dan slapped her ass hard once more and drove cock straight in hard with no pretense of gentle love. The hot sex pool that often inflamed him with passion drew out his anger this time. 

Dan rammed his cock at his wife's cunt furiously. "How many loads of Greg cum did you bring home today, bitch?"

"Two, just two from this morning." 

In spite of his anger, Dan was getting excited; he was close to cum excited. Looking down, he finally noticed her anus distended and pushed a thumb in hard. "Back here too, didn't he? Greg fucked your ass before he left you."

"Yes, my lover fucked my ass, and he fucked my cunt twice. He fucked me with his fat dick, Dan. Now you are fucking me. Fuck me as good as Greg did, damn you, fuck me hard and cum in my cunt."

In a burst of fury, Laura's words had drawn her husband full on her. One hand was around her waist and pinching wildly at her clit and lips. Dan's other hand thumbed her back hole. Even stretched as she had been by Greg, Dan's thumb was hurting her. His cock thrusts had lifted her feet from the floor, only her chest on the counter top supported her body weight. Her chest plus Dan's cock held her body in position. Dan did the chanting for this orgasm, "Fuck -- bitch -- fuck -- bitch -- fuck you -- bitch, bitch, bitch!"

Finally Dan's cock finished throbbing and spewing in the hot sex pool. Laura allowed him to ease away in his own good time. She turned, enfolded him and kissed her husband. As she held him, she could feel Dan's body still shaking and knew passion wasn't the reason. Laura held on until Dan finally wrapped her in his arms. His body remained tense. He pushed her down.

"Suck me hard, I am going to fuck you again. We are going to fuck in the living room. Then we fuck in the den."

"I can hardly wait until we get to the bedroom."

"You have to earn your way back to our bedroom." Uncertain thoughts abounded. Laura wondered what had got inside Dan's head; she wondered what could possibly have set him off like this. He knew I was with Greg, what is wrong?

The living room in their home was a seldom used place. It held formal, period furniture, expensive ornaments and art work. They used it only with guests. Dan took Laura's body for use in the same cold, aloof way the room and its furnishings suggested. Dan was a wary customer and Laura was deemed an avaricious salesperson calling. He fucked her in those roles.

Both were more comfortable in their den. Dan took his favorite chair with his wife astride him and facing each other. Laura was beginning to understand that she was the miscreant in the play they were performing. She would have to put forth her best effort to undo whatever damage her time with Greg caused in her husband. She didn't really understand, was it his ego suffering? Did Dan doubt his manhood? Had Artsy turned him down? Could it just have been me being with Greg?

Oh my God, if it was night, would the door be locked? The light might not always be on. As troubled and confused thoughts travelled around her brain, Laura's hips began to work to draw Dan to her being. She lifted and she dropped; she rocked forward and back; her hips swiveled from side to side. All of her motions were centered on Dan's cock pole in her cunt. Laura kissed lovingly all over her husband's face; she knew she had to draw his aggression and anger out of his inner self.

They fucked for a long time in the den. For Dan, most of his anger energy went in the kitchen. The formal fucking in the formal living room took his remaining frustrations. He let Laura do the work now, he only provided the erection. His caring began to wane until his body responded to her stimulation. As his body responded, Laura once more became a whore in his mind. His anger built once more and his loving wife became Greg's mistress in his mind again.

"You went to your other home to get your good fucking, didn't you? You went to your other Oh So fat dick."

"I was with Greg. I wanted to be with him before he left."

"Whore! Cunt! Bitch! Slut!" Dan spewed a third cum with the word slut, but he didn't slap her body. He only slapped his wife's mind. Laura held and kissed him; she knew no words or actions other than kisses could help at all. When they finally stilled, Laura suggested a drink.




Always Faithful Ch. 03.4



Author's Notes: Always Faithful is a work of fiction; no characters depict any known persons. This is the sixth post in a series of Laura's affair with her boss, Greg, and her relationship with her husband, Dan. Chapter 3-3 ended with Laura's lover Greg on vacation leaving Dan and Laura a romantic and loving two weeks of normal married life.

THREE – BEGINNINGS OF AN AFFAIR – 3-4 LAURA AND GREG - DAN, AND ARTSY AND MRS. PATRON

Laura looked from the baggage claim area to the escalator where Greg would appear. She had been waiting twenty minutes and everything about her was racing in anticipation. Unbidden, her feet shuffled, dancing. Laura's eyes searched to capture a first vision of her lover. The most pronounced anticipation showed underneath her light sundress. Laura's body generated moisture in anticipation of sex with Greg. She could feel dampness under her arms, wet beads between and under her breasts, and a slick sheen across her tummy. Greg would find her pussy gushing and ready when he finally arrived home.

Suddenly her shuffling feet took direction. Laura was in Greg's arms and their lips pressed together swallowing and muffling their greetings. Their kisses may have brought attention from Greg's fellow travelers but they were in a world with each other. Laura carried the smaller bag so she and Greg could hold hands walking to his car.

They kissed while loading luggage in the trunk, once more at Laura's door, and Greg pulled his lover into his arms as soon as he was behind the wheel. Finally their immediate needs were met and Greg drove home. "I hope we aren't rushed today; how much time do we have?"

"As much as we need, it's only you and I until you take me to my other home. I had Dan drop me off this morning."

"Is Dan being generous or you demanding?"

"A bit of both."

"He had to do double duty while you were gone. Dan wasn't thrilled about me not taking my car, but I still have my rings."

"I could give you a set to wear when you live with me. They would signify our relationship."

"No! I think Dan may have a date tonight. Let me think about that. I like your taste in jewelry, it is unique to say the least, and I like your special jeweler." Greg reached under Laura's dress and squeezed her clit. He liked what he didn't find.

"Are you wearing anything under your dress?"

"Just my desire for you; I could feel myself flowing everywhere while I was waiting for you. I am tired of making love and want to get fucked."

"You are wet enough to fuck, that's for sure. I am hard and ready too." 

Laura felt how ready cock was, how hard for fucking. She gave cock a squeeze, "Yes, you are ready to fuck me. I have missed this in me and the man who has this wonderful cock. Next year I am going on vacation with you. I can't be without you or this for two weeks."

Both were nude by the time they reached the bedroom. "Fuck me hard."

"I want your ass."

"I'll suck you wet, then take it. Take my ass, it's yours." Laura began licking and sucking cock. 

"Open wide darling, my balls have two weeks of cum for you. Swallow the first load so I can fuck your ass until you sing for more." Laura opened for Greg and rammed her mouth fully onto his thick cock. Greg fucked into her face hard and Laura did her best to match each thrust. His cum went straight in and down.

Laura rolled to her back. "Bite my clit, my lips. Get them tender and ready to feel your cock when you have finished with my ass." Greg dove between his lover's spread thighs and began licking, chewing, kissing and tugging with no discernable pattern. Laura swiveled him until his hips were above her so she could kiss and suck Greg's cock. Her hips lifted higher to feed her cunt to the mouth attacking pussy. Greg bit hard into Laura's clit causing a shriek for more. Her teeth responded dragging the full length of cock shaft. Greg screamed he was ready.

A flurry of arm and leg movements put Laura in position, head down and ass up, with Greg behind lubricating her rear. Cock ready at her entrance, Greg gave a hard swat to each of Laura's cheeks. She yelped and rocked away and then back for more. Greg penetrated as Laura rocked back causing her head to snap up. She wriggled back onto the cock probe inviting her lover inside.

Greg's cock accepted the invitation thrusting completely inside. Cock was at fever pitch; Greg used no finesse, no slow gentle entry. Laura felt the initial burn, but her sensation soon turned to sexual fire. "Yes, fuck my ass, take me, take my ass." Greg took his offering with full, strong and repeated thrusts. His thighs slapped his lover's loudly, his cock was a piston moving forward and back with full length strokes, hard strokes. Laura encouraged his fuck with words, "Fuck Me – Harder, Fuck Me – Harder, Fuck Me – Harder."

Greg gave his best; he relentlessly stabbed Laura's asshole with his cock. He slapped Laura's ass cheeks as he hit bottom inside. On and on, fuck stroke followed by fuck stroke, the lovers made up for two weeks separation with tumultuous anal sex. The precursor blow job had its intended effect; Greg was in no hurry to finish. He slowed his pace after a few minutes of furious fucking. As he reached full inside with cock, his hips pressed harder trying to go deeper than possible. Fingers on his left hand found Laura's clit just as those on his right hand reached for her nipples.

Laura felt their two week absence as much as Greg; she called out to him. "Greg, oh Greg fuck me, I need you, fuck me Greg. Make me cum my darling lover, make me cum." Her words built passion in Greg's heart that exploded finally from his cock. At climax they mutually pledged their love for each other and Greg finally shot his load. They collapsed in satisfied exhaustion and rested.

Their first hours of furious lovemaking led Greg and Laura to an interlude of wine and conversation. Greg told of two weeks of surf, sand and sun in North Carolina. Laura got excited when she heard about parasailing and wanted to try for herself. She teased Greg asking about other young lovelies in their bikinis who caught his attention. "There were some, I only gave a second look at the girls who were topless. None were as enticing looking as you because I could only look and not touch."

"I'm glad you didn't touch. Were you tempted?"

"Not really, I knew I could do more than look when I got back to you."

"Dan and I did a beach trip while you were gone, just a weekend."

"I hope you had as much fun as I did. Did you make him feel guilty so he had to take you?"

"Not really, maybe I did. He offered to let me have a week with you; I told him I didn't have a new bathing suit."

"I wish you had taken him up, I would have bought one, or go without."

"Hah, you guys are all alike. Dan took me shopping and bought me four. All spectacular, wait till you see the pictures he took."

"Tell me."

"Three bikinis; two of them really let my ass hang out, and one that had a push up bra. You can imagine how I looked on the beach wearing that one."

"I wish I was there, you know how I love your tits and what I like to do with them?" 

Laura cupped her breasts, "Yes, I know. The best, or worst if you were wearing it, was the one piece. My boobs fell out more than once while we were just walking."

"Really, now I know I should have been there."

"It was open down to here in front."

"Dan always has had good taste in clothes you should wear."

"My two men want me to be an exhibitionist."

"You said Dan had a date tonight?"

"I think maybe, tonight or tomorrow afternoon; I don't really know."

"You guys aren't talking these days?"

"Oh no, we are getting on great, but Dan is never certain about Artsy, his friend."

"Artsy?"

"That's just what we call her between us, I don't know her name. Dan met her when I was staying here one time. She is an artist; works at a gallery downtown."

"They date?"

"They dated a few times until she found out about Dan and me. They are still friends and Dan has started going to gallery events."

"So if Dan is out tonight, I don't have to take you straight home?"

"I'm yours until you send me back. I intend to spend the night at least. You don't have another date, do you?"

"No darling, you're my only woman." Laura felt Greg's arms wrap her tight; their lips joined in a long kiss of sharing. Laura extended her part of the kiss laying her head on her lover's shoulder and lightly kissing all over Greg's neck.

Finally the light stubble of beard tickled too much. Laura straddled her man and held his face just to look at him. "I looked in the fridge, there's not much. Do you want to order, go out, or go shopping?"

"I hate to suggest, but let's put some clothes on and go out somewhere, somewhere casual though." They walked hand-in-hand into a deli nearby. They got their sandwiches, sat side-by-side in a booth leaning against each other as they ate. There were light touches and kisses; they fed each other bites and sipped soft drinks through straws. For half an hour they were not 37 and 40 but teenagers.

"Would you like to indulge me a little longer and take me for a drink, or have you been away so long you can't fight the need to ravish my body again?"

"I think I can indulge you, some place in mind?"

"Just a casual place downtown, Gilly's. We are dressed okay for it."

"This doesn't seem like your sort of place."

"Dan comes here for lunch sometimes, or after work if I am out with you he will stop for a sandwich and a drink. He says their vodka tonic and ESPN is the perfect combo to clear his mind." 

Greg laughed, "You're just trying to check up on him, see if he really does have a date."

"Maybe, but it is an okay place for a quickie."

"I like your choice of terms. We can have a quickie here and then go home for a longie."

Greg and Laura saw no one they knew at Gilly's. They talked more about Greg's time at the beach and parasailing. They talked about getaway places nearby where they might spend romantic weekends in the future. They had two drinks, but neither ordered a vodka tonic and they didn't look at ESPN playing on the big screen TV. Dan and Artsy didn't show at Gilly's because they had been invited to an after opening gathering. 

Dan found his stimulation in conversation. Artsy had indeed come with him to this beautiful and art filled home, but they really weren't together on a date. After complimenting the hostess, she was paired as always with her friend greeting guests, Dan toured her personal collection. He acquired a glass of wine, complimented the artist being honored, and eventually got involved in a serious discussion with an interior decorator.

Dan overheard a snatch of disagreement about differences in selection for business and personal collections that interested him. One decorator, the more flamboyantly gay of the two, argued that business collections had an obligation to be more reserved because of their broader audience and need not to offend. Dan joined just listening at first, but gradually sought input from the decorator that seemed to make more sense. "I could use some good art work to brighten my office; it would add a much needed touch of class." They agreed to meet after work later in the week.

Artsy touched his shoulder; she had the hostess alongside. Dan and the decorator replayed their conversation and later in the week became dinner for four Friday evening. The discussion evolved to having one's portrait painted; "Is it really just pretentious, is there a really great local who does that sort of work?"

"My late husband had mine done a few years ago, but I don't have it out for general display. The painting, a small sculpture, and the photographs were all done by the same artist as a grouping. They are in what was his office."

"That is a nice tribute; you have almost a shrine of memory."

Artsy asked if she would consider showing them. "I know you all well enough, if you will stay just a little late when the evening ends, I will be happy to show off. Don't be shocked though, these are not public art, and I want no comparisons to what I would look like today." Later that evening their hostess led them to the upstairs office. One wall displayed a third life size reclining nude in a Ruebenesque style. A second wall showcased six figure study black and white photographs obviously used by the artist in lieu of some sittings. On a pedestal in a corner lit by an overhead spotlight was a small clay statue of the woman standing.

Dan had questions but the hostess fended them saying they would make for good conversation at a later get together. Dan drove Artsy home and she invited him in for a last glass of wine and continued conversation. Their parting hug and kiss at the door was a bit more ardent than usual of late but not in an inviting way. Dan drove home after a thoroughly enjoyable evening and gave no particular thought to the empty place next to him in bed that night.

> > > - - 

In her other bed, with her other bed partner, Laura directed sexual activity tonight. She straddled Greg's waist using her hands in a light touch all over Greg's newly tanned chest. As delicate as her hand strokes were, the clenching of her thighs was in opposition. Laura squeezed as tightly as she could to hold Greg to her body. Kisses alternated between airy and fierce.

Greg accepted his lover's lead at first, but soon felt his need to touch Laura's body as she felt his. Cockhead touched upper thigh from behind; Laura shifted her weight. Suddenly Greg lifted her hips, positioned her over his cock, and pulled her down. "Yes, oh yes! I missed you Greg, I missed this about you. I missed you in me the way we should be." Laura was riding her stud again; once more she was his exercise jockey and Greg was her sexual stud horse.

Every nerve and muscle of jockey and horse was attuned to sharing sexual pleasure. Greg was determined to make up for two weeks without sexual pleasure. Laura had been denied variety for as long. Neither was in a hurry to reach completion. Their earlier anal activity took an edge off both. They kissed and they fucked; they touched and they fucked; they pressed tight together and they fucked; and finally they fucked and fucked each other until they reached climax together.

A feeling of satisfied bliss wrapped Laura next to Greg; she didn't have to rush to dress and go to Dan. She was totally at home here with Greg until he decided to return her. She felt so good she hummed a no tune aloud. Greg looked, listened and just smiled. They kissed and cuddled until sleep came upon them. Hours later they were sharing coffee, showering, and dressing for a day at the office. "I haven't cleaned under your desk for quite a while, I think I better do that today."

Greg was busy with catch up all morning and into the afternoon. Laura was busy too but managed a shopping trip lunch and then decided to call Dan to check in. "Hi Baby, just called to see how you are making out."

"Busy day here in the office, other than that okay. How is Greg, did he have fun without you?" Laura and Dan had a totally normal mid day telephone check in with each other talk. References to Greg were pro forma courtesy questions with no ulterior meaning or motive. Laura decided Dan wasn't getting antsy about her being with Greg yet, he didn't even ask if she was coming home tonight. She wasn't, hadn't intended to at all. She still had two weeks separation from her lover to make up and one night wasn't enough.

By 2:30 Laura decided Greg needed a break. "Sir, could I use your bathroom, please?" Greg guessed that she was up to something and nodded approval. A few minutes later, he heard a soft call of darling. "Wow, I like."

"I went shopping." Laura padded barefoot to her lover and kissed him before turning and modeling the sexy bra and panty set she bought for afternoon diversion. Greg used hands as well as eyes to appreciate Laura's attire.

Laura had locked the office door; she was ready to be wicked and relax her man with her mouth. She knew she would find a way to fuck him right here if he asked. She guided his hands around and inside both panties and bra. Greg pulled her tits up and out, he let them drape over the bra cups so he could twist and pinch at will. Laura looked obscene this way, tits out and nipples pulled taut. This was his secretary's natural pose, Greg thought.

"I love you as office slut, just the way you are now."

Greg twisted her and Laura moaned a soft, "Yes, yours". 

"I still want to take pictures of you here, I haven't forgotten."

"If you treat me like this you can do anything."

"Anything?"

"Yes darling, anything for you." Greg pulled a breast to his mouth and began to chew. Laura held him in place and stroked his face as he worked the nipple to blood red excitement. A last tug with his teeth excited her and brought panting breaths. Greg gave the other breast equal treatment and then admired he results. "I'm ready; you look like a slut whore."

Laura went to her knees and found Greg's cock ready for her. "Take me like a slut whore then; take me hard. Fuck my mouth and make me choke on your fat cock. I want it just like that." Greg used one hand to open her mouth as the other pinched her nose shut. He pushed cock straight in to the back of Laura's mouth and felt his cock head enter her throat. Familiar gagging and choking motions excited his cock further and he pressed completely against Laura's lips before he released her nose to let her breath.

Laura's eyes, bulging wide and showing fear, told Greg he got to her the way he knew she loved. He finally withdrew full length and began to deep fuck her mouth with a steady rhythm. Laura choked with each full penetration causing a quiver that thrilled her boss cock. When Greg sensed Laura adapting to his slow steady fuck pace he changed to short rapid strokes. Still full deep, he withdrew less; breathing became labored for both. 

Some day I will fuck her face until she passes out, I know that is what she wants. Not today though, I can't hold out much longer. With Laura gagging around his cock, Greg held her face full on him as he spewed cum into her tummy. Two shots went straight down until he pulled off and painted her lips with his final offering. Laura gasped, supported her weight on Greg's thighs, and licked her lips and chin clean. "I want a picture of you just like that too, but someone else would have to take it. I couldn't hold a camera right now or see to focus." He kissed his lover.

"I wish I could stay like this with you all day, but people would talk."

"People already talk, darling. You know that. Let your tits stay draped out the rest of the day, it looks nasty and I like you nasty."

"You like to see my nipples pointy and hard."

"Yes, if they relax, come back for a second treatment."

Laura went to the bathroom to dress and decided to go with Greg's suggestion. When she returned she carried her suit jacket and had left four buttons open on her blouse. "Give them a last twist so they stand proud and then button me up." Laura worked at her desk the remainder of the day with her jacket on a hanger, two buttons open on her blouse, and her nipples out and proud. 

The other secretaries noticed and smiled or smirked. One young clerk got whiplash when his head snapped as he walked past. Laura chuckled to herself at his reaction. She returned to Greg several times for refresher stimulation. Old Jacobs came by to talk to Greg toward the end of the day. Laura could tell he noticed but didn't say anything. She might ask Greg later.

Laura put away and picked up around her desk humming to herself. My mouth and tits got their heavy sex treatment, now it is time for Greg to give the rest of my body the same. I need him; I need what he does to me. With her jacket across one arm she went to his desk, "Are you ready to take me home boss man?" Greg reached for her blouse, unbuttoned two more buttons and pinched her nipples erect once more. 




Always Faithful Ch. 03.4



"Yes, let's go. Are you up for a drink on the way home?"

"Yes, anything with you. A drink sounds great."

Tonight's water hole was a place favored by lawyers. They sipped martinis at their table. "Jacobs noticed me when he came to see you, did he say anything?"

"He is old but not blind; he said you looked provocative today." Laura laughed. "That's why I decided to ask if you wanted to stop on the way home. If you are provocative to an old goat like Jacobs, others should see you too." Laura stood and bowed in a dramatic gesture. Her breasts came mostly into view. "That's provocative, if you had shoe laces to tie every lawyer in here would be at your feet."

Laura kissed her lover with a quick flip of tongue for his remark. They had two drinks. Laura hiked her skirt up to show a bit more thigh. She managed to bend over twice to get things out of her purse. Finally she could stand waiting no longer. "Take me home and ravish my body."

Two hours later Greg asked if she felt suitably ravished. Laura knew her ass must be red from the spanking; her thigh muscles throbbed from stretching to the limit. She ran her hands over her belly to cup and feel how swollen Greg made her lips. She could still feel the path his cock bored into her cunt. "Yes, good ravished. I like when you ravish me darling."

"Give me a few minutes to recoup and I just might do it again."

"We haven't used the back yard yet; it should be dark enough in an hour."

Greg returned Laura to her husband Wednesday after work. Laura made sure Greg was drained when he dropped her at her door. They made love in the morning before work. Laura rode Greg's morning erection before she let him out of bed. She sucked his cock at his desk both before and after her Wednesday lunch date with the other girls in the office. They stayed late in the office and Laura stripped nude to get fucked on top of her boss's desk. At 7:30 Greg parked in her driveway and walked Laura to the door. The lovers shared a passion filled kiss before Laura reached for the door knob and Greg returned to his car.

Greg saw Dan getting an identical kiss in the open doorway as he backed out of the driveway. Dan received his wife with open arms; he was always excited to have her back from days with Greg. When they made love later in their bed, Laura let Dan relish his time in her sex pool without teasing about Greg leaving his cum for Dan to find. For his part, Dan expected to find Greg in his wife's pussy. He knew he must be a strange husband to enjoy sex with Laura after Greg had her, but he did and so be it. He was married to an amorous woman with a lover.

Once again an easygoing familiarity developed around all three participants in Laura's love and life relationship. With summer ending, work demands increased almost like college students returning to school. Both Dan and Greg saw increased business workloads. If Greg was busy, that meant more work for Laura. She didn't have as much time to create tension around her affair; scheduling time to be with Greg left little time for teasing Dan. 

The art community provided a side outlet for Dan. He told Laura about his plans to incorporate some quality art in his office and possibly at home. "I have a dinner meeting with some people Friday evening to discuss the art in the office idea. I think it would be fun if you wanted to get involved some too. Not Friday, you could be with Greg then if you want."

"You have a date with Artsy?" 

Dan gave a sheepish grin. Almost blushing he said, "Not really a date, and not just Artsy. An interior decorator, I am pretty sure he is gay, and another woman, older, widow type, who is a patron of the arts."

"It's okay Dan; no it's more than just okay. You should have an outlet. Don't just sit here and mope when I am with Greg; that's not good for you."

"If I have my interests you don't have to feel guilty", Dan reasoned aloud.

"Not me, not guilty, I don't feel guilty at all about being with Greg. I didn't have guilt when I first had Greg, and I don't feel any trace of guilt. I do care about you Dan, you are my husband. I won't feel guilt about me and Greg, and I won't feel guilt about you and I."

"I don't expect guilt; set something up with Greg. Maybe you can find somewhere to show one of your new dresses." Laura and Greg collaborated on a Friday show off plan. Their three act adventure would begin with happy hour, move to a light dinner out, and reach center stage at a disco that was popular with a mostly younger professional crowd. Laura planned a getting ready prelude at work; their adventure trail would begin leaving from work. It would end in bed, but with no audience for that performance. Everything else was for show. "Greg, bring my special jewelry box to work on Friday, darling?"

Laura settled into her desk chair and waved to her neighbor secretary that she was taking Greg's phone back. That gesture almost caused her friend whiplash; the exotic, high drama face Laura created was clearly evident. Her phone buzzed, "I know who has a hot, hot date tonight, and I know with whom; where?"

"Drinks, dinner and disco, wait till you see the dress. I can't put it on until just before we leave."

"Tell me."

"Stay a couple of minutes late tonight, not long, you'll see. Back to work."

Laura's phone buzzed twice more with calls she brushed off. The office grapevine was in full swing. Greg was in the dark until 4:00 when she stepped into his office to let him know she would need his bathroom to change clothes soon. Greg whistled when he saw his secretary and Laura blew him a kiss and gave a curtsey before returning to her desk. One of her girls lunch out group stopped by her desk. "I heard and had to see for myself, you do look spectacular girl, I hope he delivers tonight."

"He always has, no reason tonight should be any different."

"Will your dress match your makeup?"

"Oh yes, that's for sure. I am wearing another of Dan's selections. He picked it so I would look sexy, you'll see."

Laura finished dressing for her evening a few minutes after five. Greg took in the total look with desire painted on his face and fastened her special jewelry clip in place. "You can have the bathroom back to change now; I am going to show the girls my dress. They have been curious all afternoon." Greg reached under her skirt to cup Laura's buns. 

"Does everyone know?"

"It was pretty obvious this wasn't a blue jeans night after they saw my face do."

"I guess so. Go ahead and show off, I won't take long."

"Take your time, I'll have fun."

A model couldn't have made a more spectacular entrance. Laura pranced and twirled to show the women how sexy her dress looked. The three secretaries she normally lunched with were joined by two others. All of their bosses cleared early on Friday; the women would be on the road home if not for Laura's expected show. The silver dress with tightly fitted top and full bottom hinting at sheer was daring and sexy. Dare was enhanced by a gold Vee pointing as an arrow from between her breasts to well below Laura's navel. Gold cord laced the opening mostly closed but hints of skin showed through open lacing.

Complimentary chatter continued until Greg appeared at Laura's side. He could have been a model as well. He had dressed in black: slacks, turtleneck and blazer. All were elegant silk. "Are you ready for a night on the town darling?"

"Anywhere with you my lover, anywhere with you."

"See you Monday, girls. Have a good weekend."

Greg and Laura returned to the lawyer's after work hang out they visited earlier in the week. After selecting a small table and ordering drinks, Greg led his trophy lover on a tour meeting friends and acquaintances. It was show off time and Laura shined on display. Flirting came natural; she was touchy smiley with the lawyers Greg introduced. She was more touchy and publicly intimate with her boss and invited his touches in return. While meeting a group of three men from another firm, Laura left a hand on the shoulder of one when she turned to kiss Greg open mouthed with a tip of tongue leading. Greg lightly cupped a breast to compliment Laura's playful flirty mood.

At their table later, Laura talked about how much fun it was to show off with her man. "You can show off with me any time, darling, it makes me proud to be seen with a sexy woman."

"Wait till you get me on the dance floor if you want to see show off."

"I may go for your laces and see just what a show off you are tonight." Laura moved Greg's hand to the frog tying her laces. "This is a slide just like my little brothers used for their Boy Scout kerchiefs, just feminine. You can slide it down to loosen me. Were you ever a Boy Scout?"

Greg took the slide and tested its movement. He kissed Laura, his tongue a guiding probe into her. "I even remember the motto, Be Prepared." He jerked down a short distance and used his fingers to spread the dress away from her breasts. Greg's fingers played between the laces on the warmth of Laura's now available breasts. His thumb played through fabric, circling and sometimes pressing Laura's expanding nipple as though a button. "Hmmmmmm, nice, don't stop, ever."

Dinner was romantic; Greg selected a small and darkly appointed French restaurant. Their meal was excellent and the woman playing soft melodies on a baby grand provided a perfect background. Their second venue suited intimate discussion more than blatant show off. "I was a bit surprised when you called Wednesday evening, pleased but surprised."

"No more than I. Dan had dinner plans for tonight and suggested I might want to be with Greg was how he put it."

"Another date?"

"I don't think really a date, but almost. He is out with his friend, but two others from the art community he is getting involved with."

"What's his friends name; you have never told me?"

"I don't know." Laura had to laugh, "We just call her Artsy. Dan hasn't even told me her name." Greg was surprised and encouraged Laura to talk more about Dan's evening and his friend Artsy. He listened attentively, especially about the business art part of Laura's telling, but found an opening to shift the conversation.

"I was looking through my closets this week and found some ladies clothes that haven't been worn for a while. They looked your size, but lonely."

"Lonely clothes are sad, clothes are meant to be appreciated, like this dress I am wearing tonight."

"That dress should feel quite appreciated. I am taken with it, and so were all of the men who saw it at happy hour." 

Laura kissed Greg's cheek, "How taken, darling?"

"Taken enough to taken it off of you later."

"That was horrible, the pun bad, your set up even worse. I will let you take it off when the time is right even if you do bad puns."

"What about the other lonely clothes in my closet?"

"Let me work on that problem. It might take a few days to give them all of the attention they might need." Laura and Greg bantered around the subject of another extended stay at her second home. She decided she could play at outrageous humor as well as her lover. "Since you have been on vacation and haven't been driving your gas credit card should be all paid up, right?"

"It always is, why?"

"I thought I could save on gas for a week and ride with you." Laura got a tender kiss for an answer.

"You can ride with me for a week or forever; ride with me to and from work and on me after work." Laura hummed and squeezed Greg's hand. "We will, soon. I want to talk to Dan and work out timing, but soon."

"That's probably best; no need for you to walk out and have him keep your rings, is there?"

"I will leave my rings with him, but on friendly terms. When I spend more than a weekend with you I will always leave my rings behind. They represent my marriage and intrude when I live in my other home with my lover."

"We need to see about a ring set for our other home."

"No, I am wearing your special jewelry tonight."

> > > - - 

At another restaurant, at the country club, two couples shared dinner and conversation. Their setting was elegant, but with much better lighting. Their conversation had a different sort of anticipation. The interior decorator and the older of the two women were talking about collecting art for display, as opposed to purely personal holdings. Artsy was facilitator for the evening. She made sure the discussion didn't get too esoteric for Dan's limited art background. Dan was delighted; as far as he was concerned he had a personal seminar at graduate level in a far more comfortable classroom than any when he attended college.

The older woman was helpful with more pointed suggestions toward the public relations value to Dan's company. She was the one who recommended Dan begin with two or three related pieces for his office and a nearby corridor or high traffic area. She also suggested ways to talk higher management into participating financially. Artsy offered to place some floating works by painters her gallery handled. By the time all were ready for after dinner drinks Dan had an oral plan, and commitments from all three for ongoing support.

Interior decorator suggested the lounge for after dinner drinks. Mrs. Patron agreed and commented that the two ladies needed a better audience to display the beauty of their dresses. Soon the four were in a large, leather covered, circular booth with snifters of brandy. Dan sat between the two women; his curiosity got the best of him. "Could we talk about the portrait you showed us last week?"

"Of course, Daniel; what would you like to know?"

Two hours and three brandies of conversation about the woman having her nude portrait made covered, more correctly uncovered, every bit of curiosity detail Dan could imagine. The interior decorator had bid good evening after the first round of drinks. The older woman remained alert enough to know all had too much alcohol to safely drive home. She insisted the club limousine take them to her home where they would all spend the night.

Artsy declined a separate guest room when sleeping arrangements were discussed but told Dan not to get any risqué ideas. Dan accepted a pair of men's pajamas and Artsy a shorty nightgown. They had one last brandy before retiring for the evening, and Dan had one last question for the woman about her portrait. "Did you have sex with the artist when he painted you?"

Artsy swallowed a quiet laugh and gave an amused look at both friends. The woman looked at Dan with a steel eye for several minutes and Dan began to apologize. "I did, four times. The first was before he did the photographs. He wanted to put me in the mood, he said. He did, he was a wonderful lover and my body showed it when he photographed me, don't you think?"

"You have a radiance that shows in the pictures and paintings, the sculpture less so."

"Thank you Daniel; that was a perceptive observation."

"We made love before two of the painting sessions as well. Sex with him put both of us in the mood for painting and posing. After the main portrait was complete and he presented it to us, I took him to my bedroom and we made love all afternoon. We left my husband here in the living room, this room. That was our last time together. He wanted to continue the affair, but I said no."

The woman topped off their brandy before continuing to speak from her memories. "He did the sculpture later, several years later and gave it to us as a Christmas gift. He said he worked from the photographs and his memories. My husband was delighted with the gift. I could see the pain in his heart reflected in the sculpture. I kissed him with as much feeling as I could share, thanked him for his gift to my husband, and bid him farewell. I never saw or spoke with him again."

Artsy had tears running down her cheeks; her sob brought attention. Dan was touched, kissed the woman on her cheek and then Artsy lightly on cheeks and then lips. All quietly sipped brandy. "You want to have your wife's portrait made, don't you?"

"Yes, I have thought about doing just that."

"Are you worried she might sleep with her artist, give him her soul?"

"That probably isn't the issue; Dan's wife already has a lover who has one part of her soul." Dan reached and squeezed her hand, "You are right about that; I sent her out with him tonight because I would be with you."

"Let us all finish these and go to bed. If he gets too frisky, LeeAnne, and you aren't going to give him any, point him toward my bedroom."

The three laughed as they climbed stairs to the bedroom floor. At the door to the room they would share, both Dan and Artsy got a warm hug and kiss. Inside, Artsy unbuttoned Dan's top before removing her nightgown. "Don't get any ideas. I always sleep nude and I want to feel your skin against me, that's all." They crawled under covers and Dan felt pointing nipples bore into his back. Her arm wrapped his waist and found the fly front to hold his erection. "I want to make sure this stays here and doesn't try to wander."

"Can I get a goodnight kiss?"

"Yes."

> > > - - 

Greg gave Laura full show off reign as they danced the final hours of the night at the in crowded disco. He pulled and tugged at her frog to loosen her strings. Twice Laura's boobs fell out and she finished the dance oblivious to her show. Returning to the floor after a quick respite, Greg teased her into letting her jewel shake and show for a dance. She lifted her hem to waist and did her best dance humping her hips at Greg as though fucking on the dance floor. Her dance drew a crowd to them.

Twice men approached her for a dance when she and Greg rested at their table. She turned down the first but Greg gave her to the second. He was a good dancer and Laura gave him a good look and shake before Greg cut in to dance with her. "You look gorgeous tonight; you have a sexual glow about you."

"This is honest sweat from hard dancing with a handsome man." 

Greg kissed her ear and spoke softly, "I have a surprise for your last dance of the night." Laura tongued his ear before asking about the surprise.

"See those four young hunks over there?" Greg pointed with his drink. Laura nodded. "They are waiting for us to finish these drinks and go back to the dance floor. They will join us dancing." Laura just looked curiously first at Greg, then the guys. "I will leave you with them after the first dance and come back to pay our bill. You will stay and dance with them."

"Greg! No!"

"Yes! I want to watch you go crazy dancing with them."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, call it foreplay for the mind; then we will go put that foreplay to use."

"Call them over."

Laura made her invitation and offer. "My lover wants to watch me dance with you guys, are you ready to give him a good show?"

"Stay here and pay the tab. How many songs will it take for you to have one more drink?"

"Three or four, up to you; how long do you want to dance?" Let's go guys Laura called out to her dance partners. "Hold it a second", Greg slipped her frog loose and gave the strings on her dress a small dose of freedom. "Now go have fun."

Greg leaned back in his chair and watched his lady love and the four young men. He saw her arms flying to the music, watched them land on each manly chest with her. Her hips gyrated and her dress moved freely about her body. By the time the second song was underway, all four men felt comfortable lightly stroking Laura's body. As the third song began, Greg watched Laura say something to each of the guys and they backed off to give her more room. Laura's legs spread and her hem came up. Greg knew she was tantalizing the guys with her clit clip bells.

Laura decided to give each of her hunks a good show. She fronted each one in turn and air humped at his crotch. She had to bat a hand away when her first partner wanted to reach in to jingle her bells. The others got the message and just watched her show. Laura was excited; Greg could see his dance foreplay was working. He took a long sip to finish his drink as she pulled her dancers close. She waved to Greg to get his attention and then pulled the frog lower. Laura raised her arms overhead and let four chests and eight hands sandwich her completely.




Always Faithful Ch. 03.4



Greg knew she must be feeling erections now; he would ask about them later, at home. I think I understand how Dan can put up with her being with me. She is an exciting sexual woman and that is all there is to it. Greg watched spellbound until the fourth song ended. He was ready for the hunks to return his lover. She wasn't ready to return. Laura waved one finger at him; she wanted one more dance. Greg waved back.

"Lewd, guys, let's show my lover what we can do." Laura used her hands to encourage her partners. They freely fondled her tits and ass during this last wild dance. Greg watched as Laura used both hands to check out the bulges she caused. He watched hands go under her dress from behind; those hands got good skin contact. Laura dispensed kisses to each as they finally returned her to the table. "You better be ready to take me home and do something when we get there, or I will stay with these guys."

"Thanks for dancing with her." And then to Laura, "Let's go!"

Laura dropped her dress in a puddle just inside the door. She immediately began undressing her man, dropping his clothes on top of hers. In just a minute Laura had her legs wrapped around Greg's waist with her arms around his neck. "Take me to our bed darling. Take me and fuck my brains loose. I want to sing tonight; I want you to make me sing. I want us to sing together." Greg carried her to bed and they sang and made beautiful passionate music well into the night.

Laura had every intention of going home to Dan, but she woke cuddled next to Greg in her other bed. She felt sheepish but not chagrined. She woke her lover by straddling him and riding his morning erection to a slow and satisfying orgasm for both of them.

> > > - - 

Dan found a feminine set of fingers still clutching his morning erection. He kissed Artsy awake and knew he wanted the same sort of morning wakeup his wife was having. His kisses did lead to a morning shower together, enjoyable but not totally satisfying. Instead of time for morning cuddling, Dan settled for coffee and retrieving his car from the country club. He dropped Artsy off before heading home.

By coincidence, Dan and Laura drove arrived home at the same time. They held hands walking to the door. Neither felt like family chores after a very late night for each; there was a lot to talk about, and that's what they did. Dan led off and told his wife his thoughts and plans for bringing quality art to his office environment. Laura was impressed with his ideas and his energy and let him know she approved of both.

Laura told about her happy hour and then dinner with Greg. She concentrated on her exhibitions to the lawyer crowd at happy hour. Dan relished her descriptions and laughed at her antics. When Laura tried to describe Greg's curiosity about another date so soon she laughed at herself. "I tried to tell him you were out with Artsy, but he kept asking what her name was. I couldn't tell him."

"She really does have a name Baby; it's LeeAnne. Her name is LeeAnne, but I think of her as Artsy too."

"Okay, LeeAnne, LeeAnne; if it's all right with you I will just call her Artsy."

"The reason I got home when you did is our evening extended into other discussions and we decided that none of us should drive home. We had too many after dinner drinks talking about the older woman's portrait. She insisted we spend the night with her. "What is so fascinating about her portrait that you drank long into the night? Is she nude?"

"Yes, she has it set up in what was her husband's study, the portraits, working photographs and a sculpture."

"She's interesting, an old broad with nudes on her walls."

"They are quite good; her late husband commissioned them. I was gauche enough to ask if she had sex with the artist."

"Dan, you didn't! What did she say?"

"Yes, she did. She said it put her in the mood to pose and him in the mood to catch her beauty. They made love four times as he did the portraits."

"Greg wants to photograph me in the office. He wants me on his desk in some of my sexy clothes. He has mentioned that several times lately."

"Are you going to do it?"

"Maybe, there is a naughty thrill about the whole idea."

Dan pondered his wife's revelation in silence for a moment and then poured wine for each to extend his contemplation time. When Laura tried to restart their conversation he held up his hand as a stop sign. Finally Dan continued, "I think you should. It would be a part of your affair a memento so to speak. An affair as daring as yours and Greg's should have something as a statement. You started it in his office, where better to photograph your eroticism."

"Greg loved those black panties you picked out; I could model them on his desk as proof of an illicit affair between a married woman and her boss. Maybe I will."

"I have another suggestion, more of a request."

"Do you want me to put copies of any photographs on our bedroom wall?"

"No, that might not be appropriate. Would you consider sitting for a portrait?"

"With clothes or nude?"

"Nude."

"Sitting or laying?" Laura laughed in reference to Dan's friend and her portraits.

"That would be between you and the artist. But the laying wouldn't have to be with him on top."

"Let me tell you about the disco, I went wild." Laura told about her late night adventures dancing with Greg and then the four hunks. Dan ate it up and laughed at the blatant exposure his wife put on. "The reason I was so late getting home was the dancing. Greg and I both were supercharged hot and there was no way I was going anywhere but his bed for the night."

"That turned out okay; I did get to sleep with Artsy, but she made sure all we did was sleep. I know you didn't just sleep."

"Hardly! We screwed as long and hard as I danced last night. I am sorry Artsy won't give you any, I wouldn't object. You know that, don't you?"

"It's her decision and that is okay with me. She did hold me tight all night long."

"Cuddling is good, almost as good as sex, but not quite."

"LeeAnne's hand was my chastity belt; she held on so my cock wouldn't go places it shouldn't."

"I'm sorry Baby." Laura wondered if this was the right time for the question Greg raised last night. "I almost hate to ask this, but Greg made a request last night."

"He wants more of you, was that his request?"

"I told him I wanted to talk with you about it; I don't want to just go the way I have done the last two times."

"You want to, don't you?"

"Yes, I do, but not if you feel strongly. I want to spend some time with Greg."

"It's okay, when are you going leave?"

"Dan, I don't like to think leave, I never think that."

"I know you don't but that is how I see it. I am not saying no at all; I give my blessing if that is what you want. You can leave for Greg; if I need or want you while you are gone I will call and ask f or a date."

"Dan, Baby, I am not leaving you. I refuse to accept that." Dan came to her and kissed his wife tenderly. "It's really all right; just tell me when and how long."

"Okay, next week, how about just for a week?"

"You can have two, take two weeks."

"I'll make love to you every day to make sure you are satisfied in every way before I go."

"Did Greg leave a little something with you this morning?"

"Yes Baby, he did. Do you want to look for it?"

Fierce love making following a long night and eventful day proved an excellent sleeping aid. Sunday breakfast on the patio was later than usual. Dan and Laura nibbled at their fruit plates wearing only Dan's black silk pajamas. This might be the last Sunday until spring where they could have this pleasure for breakfast. Dan had admired the view as Laura went to the kitchen, and watching her legs rise to the center of her sex barely hidden under his pajama top on return stiffened him. He couldn't resist fondling her and sampling Laura's wetness. With hands holding champagne and glasses, Laura could only accept his caress.

"To my wonderful husband and lover", Laura toasted. Dan raised his glass to her, "Is Greg joining us for breakfast?"

"No silly, you are my lover too Baby."

"Thank you, I love you."

"I know; you showed how much you love me when you found Greg in me last night. You were incredible. Was it finding Greg in me, or Artsy denying you Friday night?"

"It was you. You bring out my sexual best because we love each other. Finding Greg is always an added bonus."

"And Artsy?"

"I would have made love with Artsy, but I didn't need, or want, to push the issue. It would have been a bonus. I could have made love with our hostess; the offer was on the table."

"Really, the older woman; why didn't you?"

"You can call her Mrs. Patron; because, unlike you, I didn't go out Friday with an expectation of sex with anyone, not even the gay interior decorator."

"You were saving yourself for me with Greg in my pussy?"

"Yes!"

"I love you."

"I found Greg right where I expected him. I don't know why it excites me so to find your cunt so hot and full of Greg, but it does. Did you tell Greg I love you when he fucked his cum into your body, your cunt?"

"I haven't brought Greg home to you in quite a while, have I? Not in my cunt and not on my breath. I will have to be a better lover for my husband. Yes I did, Baby, yes I told Greg I loved him. I say it close to his ear when I am about to orgasm with him."

"At first it hurt me to say words that should be just for you. I knew I was being unfaithful. Now when I say them, and I always do, I know I am being faithful to Greg at the moment. Saying I love you in Greg's ear should make me feel terrible, but it actually makes me feel complete. Would you like more champagne?"

"Yes please, and then unbutton your pajamas. I was so excited knowing I would find you with Greg last night that I didn't take time to look you over."

Laura went to her husband with bottle in hand and PJ top open and off her shoulders. Dan took stock of her torso as she poured champagne. "Greg worked your breasts hard, didn't he?"

"We both got excited telling each other about my boob showing off at the disco. When he told me how it turned him on when I let the hunks feel me I got super hot. I rammed a breast into his mouth and yelled at him to bite. Greg bit me good until I orgasmed on his mouth. I always cum when he bites my pussy like that; that is my first time on my tits. It was wonderful."

"He obviously enjoyed you."

"We fucked three times before we went to bed, and twice in the morning. That is why there was so much left for you to find."

"I think I would have liked to have you with the sweat rolling off from the disco dancing."

"Maybe I will take both of you dancing some night." Dan sipped champagne and quietly observed Laura's sexual beauty. His mind drifted again to having her portrait painted so he could always see her in naked glory. A plan formulated.

"Have your time with Greg. Go early so you can have all of next weekend for each other. The following Saturday is a big opening at a gallery I visit. Could I get a date with you then? I can call for you at Greg's place; your other home."

"Dan!"

"Really, it is; I accept it and so do you. How about it, can a husband get a date as well as your lover?"

"Of course we can date; you just have to tell Greg what time you will bring me home. You don't even have to tell him I might be spoiled goods when you return me." Laura's s words brought laughter. "Tell me about the fancy opening."

Thursday morning Laura stood beside her car, kissed her husband with more passion than usual, and drove to work. On the back seat was a dress bag with three of her party dresses plus the few things she would need to augment what she kept with Greg. When she parked in her spot in the driveway after work she would become a housewife about to enjoy two weeks of extramarital bliss. She left her wedding rings with Dan charging him to take good care of them until it was time to put them on again.

By 10:30 the grapevine noticed no rings and rumors abound. Shortly before lunchtime a phone call asked her to lunch. With a devilish lilt to her voice Laura apologized, "I can't today. I am having lunch with my husband." 

When she and Greg returned from lunch holding hands the grapevine shifted to overdrive. At lunch she made her point clear to Greg. "For the next two weeks, at least that long, we live with total role reversal. You are my husband, and I am your wife. I want us to be just that."

"I will gladly be your husband for two weeks and even more if that is what you want."

"I may want the even more."

Including normalcy into their affair became a special delight. Saturday afternoon in blue jeans, a sweater and no makeup with Greg had a sexual allure so different from sexy dress at the disco. The allure was satisfying for its normalcy. Greg and Laura strolled as a couple past the street vendors. He noticed the satisfaction she wore on her face. "Penny for your thoughts?" 

Laura kissed Greg lightly, "I like being with you like this. I like being your wife even if our time is limited. I like being able to make love, but not having to make love. There is more to our life than making love; I'm glad there is."

They were in their romantic Friday lunchtime getaway when Laura filled Greg in about her date with Dan. After the waiter poured wine and left them, Laura reminded Greg about the date. "Dan said he will be there about 6:30. He asked me to dress up, that red dress you both think is so sexy. The event is from seven until nine and we will probably stop somewhere after. He should have me home by eleven; is that okay Baby – ooops."

"Ooops? Eleven is fine. What's with the ooops?"

"I've always called Dan Baby; I try to reserve it for him."

"My wife calls her date Baby, what is going on here?" 

Laura wrapped her arms around her lover, "I love you Baby, Baby, Baby. Get your hands under my skirt right now."

Dan whistled as Laura approached the door Greg opened. He took her hand formally to lead his date off as he promised to return her early and safe to Greg, "No later than midnight, closer to eleven." Laura played shy and wouldn't even let Dan kiss her until they were stopped at the first red light away from the house. 

They made small talk driving to the art gallery. As Dan was parking his car, Laura asked if she was finally going to meet Artsy. "Yes, she will be here, a lot of people will be here tonight."

"How will you introduce her, as LeeAnne or Artsy?"

Laura found herself surprised by the crowd inside. She always thought of people interested in painting as aloof, almost nerdy. She wasn't prepared for a high fashion gala and was glad Dan asked her to wear her red dress. Wearing it, she would compete well, but not stand out as over dressed. She quickly determined this was a glass of wine and mingle while people watching affair. The crowd could have easily been a group of lawyers and their influential clients.

At first Dan stayed by her side, introducing her to those of the crowd he knew. Laura was comfortable with mingling and polite conversation. She really didn't know much about art other than an appreciation elective she once took for a B. Laura discovered that she needn't worry on that score. She could chat with most of the men just being a piece of beautiful art herself. With women, and some of the men too, she could talk about how she, they and others were dressed.

Laura relaxed and enjoyed herself and her date. Being Dan's date in a setting that was all his with no identity as a couple was a new and invigorating experience. She handed Dan her empty glass to send him for more but took his hand as he stepped away. In his ear she softly told him, "I like being your date like this, it's good for us. We need to do more; whenever I am at my home with Greg you can ask me out. I may say yes." Dan moved to kiss his wife; Laura turned and gave him her cheek. "I see someone I think I know, just look for me when you get my drink."

Laura said hello as she stepped up to greet the young lawyer she met at the country club soirée. Recognition and conversation gushed. I thought it was you, Laura began. "You're wearing that dress again."

"Yes, my date asked . . ."

"Is Greg here, I didn't see . . .?"

"No, I have another date tonight."

The male lawyer of the legal couple joined them. "You remember . . .?"

"Yes, I do remember you, my one time dance partner . . ."

"I'm glad you still remember, I remember dancing with you wearing this dress ."

"We did dance to the music, didn't we?"

Curiosity was evident on the man's face. Laura knew he would ask. "Are you also wearing . . .?"

"Not today, only with Greg."

Dan returned with two glasses of wine. "Oh here you are Baby, this is the young lawyer and her friend that I told you about meeting at the country club when I was with Greg."

"This is my date for the evening, Dan. He is trying to teach me art appreciation." Laura kissed his cheek and thanked him for bringing more wine.

Dan and Laura visited with the young lawyer couple for a few more minutes. The young lady said she was surprised, at first, that Laura wore that dress again. "She told us you asked her to wear this one for you."

"Yes, I saw her when she first bought it; I helped her pick it out and she modeled it for me."

"Oh, I thought she told me her husband picked it out?"

"I did. I thought it would be perfect for tonight." Conversation ceased for a moment. "Baby, I see a friend of mine across the way that I should introduce you to."

Mrs. Patron and Artsy were sipping wine and surveying the crown when Dan approached with Laura on his arm. Introductions were made by first name then Dan said, "Laura is my date for the evening."

"You are even more beautiful than I imagined; you can call me Artsy, Laura, if you are more comfortable with that name."

"Helen, Laura is Dan's wife; from what I am led to believe, between themselves I am called Artsy."

"I see; you are beautiful, my dear, and that is a very beautiful dress. Revealing, but not too, do I have a special name?"

"I've told her to call you Mrs. Patron."

"That sounds far too stodgy, you may call me Pat. We can be informal, you husband has sipped brandy in my living room."

"Yes, and slept in one of your guest rooms, we should be informal."

"Dan has told me about some of your spectacular dresses; please tell me about this one. You make an amazing figure wearing it." Laura reached to lightly touch the dress Artsy wore.

"A dear friend whose specialty is creating fabric made it for me. When I wear this I never have to worry that someone else will be wearing my dress."

"It is stunning, and your body is the perfect backdrop for the material."

"There are six hand drawn thread styles. This is raw flax, for example; this one is corn silk, and this wheat straw. Each of the vertical threads is a single strand from top to bottom, front to back. They are laced together with raw spun silk. It looks delicate because of the open weave, but it is really a sturdy fabric."

"There is someone else I want you to meet Baby, ready to mingle again?" Dan got another kiss on his cheek and a lead off command. He introduced his date to an artist who appeared to be off in a corner just observing others. "If you agree to having your portrait made, this is the guy who is most recommended. From what I am told and have seen, everything about his work appears totally traditional and at the same time uniquely modern. You should get to know each other and see if you might be comfortable working together."

Portraits became the focus of conversation. Laura and the artist seemed to click; she asked detailed questions and listened intently to his answers. Dan picked up on a body language chemistry that seemed to draw them together. Portrait used his hands to illustrate points he wanted to make. Laura openly accepted touches to her chin, breasts, derriere and thighs. One question remained in Laura's mind.




Always Faithful Ch. 03.5



Author's Notes: Always Faithful is a work of fiction; there is no clothing manufacturer known as Business Lady. This is the seventh post in a series of Laura's affair with her boss, Greg, and her relationship with her husband, Dan. The last post ended with Dan and Laura on a date, Dan's increasing involvement with the art community, and Laura's introduction to the artists, especially Artsy, Mrs. Patron and Portrait.

THREE – BEGINNINGS OF AN AFFAIR – 3-5 LAURA'S DATE A TROIS - DAN'S HUMILIATION

Over the next month, Laura sat for her portrait twice a week. Laura hinted and teased both Dan and Greg about sexual activity with Portrait, but she admitted nothing. Every sitting began with sex; Laura could feel his cum in her cunt and taste him in her mouth when she posed. When he couldn't evoke just the facial expression he wanted for that part of the painting, Laura gave Portrait her ass as sex toy. As far as Dan knew, everything Laura said about posing was tease. She told Greg about giving up her asshole for art and he did use his belt.

Over the month she sat for her portrait and longer, Laura alternated time between her two men and her two homes. No pattern was obvious. She dated Greg some evenings wearing her wedding rings when she lived in her home with her husband. Equally, she continued having occasional dates with her husband when she was a housewife in her home with Greg. If there was a constant in these weeks it was sex. Every date with her two men included sex.

Laura still gave Greg his office blow jobs for their mutual pleasure, and to give Dan the cum breath kisses he seemed to enjoy. At least once a week she wore spectacularly sexy underwear to work under her conservative suits so she could get under her boss's desk in style. When she lived with her husband they made love almost every night. She always had Dan fuck into her used hot sex pool on the nights Laura and Greg stopped for happy hour with the lawyers and she came home late.

Premonitions aren't always from the ether of the gods. They may form from subconscious awareness of simple circumstances. Dan was aware that he suspected Laura would bring home cum breath or a hot pool of sexual juice in her vagina before he understood how he knew. The one time Laura asked him to buy a really sexy bra and panty set as a no occasion gift, Dan knew his wife would wear it when she was with Greg, not with him.

Slowly Dan observed on the days she wore one of her Business Lady suits to work she also wore very sexy underwear. Without fail, even if he didn't see her dress in the morning, the BL suits meant hot stuff underneath. Hot stuff underneath also meant hot stuff for Dan when Laura came home. Whatever hot panties she wore that day were hot and wet on return. Even Laura didn't recognize that she had fallen into a pattern. On those days she always undressed her outer clothes, but she asked Dan to remove her bra, panties and stockings.

"Baby; would you use your teeth to take my panties off?" Dan was delighted; he used his hands only to lift Laura's hips; tongue would probe and lift the elastic away from her skin until his teeth could grip. First in front, Dan managed to tug the nylon down enough to reveal Laura's pink button winking at him. He rolled her over. Dan used teeth, tongue and nose along Laura's channel to lower her panties in back. The flesh revealed was tempting, and Dan took his time kissing there until he rolled his wife face up again.

Now Dan could use teeth and tongue along Laura's front crease to work her panties even lower. Again he took his time kissing enflamed lips. Laura moaned and encouraged him, "Nice Baby, so nice. Do that for a while. Kiss me there; my pussy, kiss me!" Suddenly Dan rolled her legs up and grabbed the sodden panty crotch in his mouth. He sat up lowering Laura to the bed. Above her, Laura saw her panties hanging from her husband's mouth. He must know; he can feel how wet they are; he must be able to taste Greg and me. Dan knows what we taste like together.

"Can you taste us Baby? Don't we taste good together? Take my panties out of your mouth and eat me before you fuck me. Get cum breath from my pussy tonight; Greg left some for you. Eat my cunt before you fuck into the hot cum we have waiting for you." Dan ate Greg's cum and fucked into his leavings. He was panting and screaming joy along with his wife when they found their orgasm together. As Dan sucked and fucked his wife she chanted a rhythm for him; "Eat us, Taste us, Fuck us." Laura was being faithful to both of her men while driving her husband to sexual heights.

Laura's sex style when she lived in her home with Greg was different. When she dated her husband they had sex in their bed; then Laura showered away any trace before returning to Greg. She kept Dan aware that she was a wife with a lover, but Laura always posed as faithful housewife for Greg. Laura had told Dan to find a suitable container for their mutual wedding rings when she lived with Greg. The small lined box was beautiful; Dan told her Artsy helped with the selection. That revelation brought a smirk to Laura's face and a soundless chortle in her heart.

Through most of the fall, life could not get any better sexually for all three. Each of her men had all their middle aged crazy sexual desires filled by the same woman. That woman, Laura, had two men to stimulate and then satisfy her sexual peak time of life. As an aside she had twice a week trysts with Portrait. Laura had no reason to rock the boat she was sailing.

> > > - - 

Dinner for two is always an opportunity for intimate conversation. Of course sexual intimacy isn't a given next step, Dan wasn't sure that was what he wanted anyway. He wasn't looking for sex when he called the older woman and asked if she might be available for a quiet dinner for two Wednesday evening. The woman had a depth Dan wished to know more about, and Laura was spending this week with Greg. Why not have dinner together.

"I think your dress does compare favorably to the fashion plate styles Artsy often wears. It suits your elegance. You look beautiful tonight."

"Thank you, you most handsome gentleman; may I return the compliment? That suit looks Italian."

"It is; a silk and wool blend I bought several years ago when we were on vacation. I took the time to have the tailoring done there as well; that was a smart choice." Their conversation was wide ranging. She wanted to explore Dan's sudden interest in art for office display. Doing so, the older woman drew Dan out, and in drawing further developed his consciousness of art for art's sake.

Dan led their conversation into a discussion about her marriage. How did you meet? Did you always do things together? How did you share your individual activities? The woman realized Dan was inspecting his relationship with Laura in discovering her marriage. "Did you talk to your husband about his feelings when you took the artist to your bed and left husband in the living room?"

"Yes, of course we talked. He understood that I was paying homage to the capture of part of me. I never threatened him and he knew I never would."

"Your husband must have been very understanding."

"Yes, that too, he loved me completely, and we both knew that about each other."

"Your wife is posing now, isn't she?"

"Yes."

"You suspect she is having an affair with Portrait?"

"Laura teases that she might be; I don't know if she teases Greg too. She could be screwing Portrait, but I somehow doubt she is; she has two men to be faithful with."

"Portrait can be demanding, and he is very good as an artist and a lover."

"Have you had him as a lover?"

"Yes, I have. He is one of the few lovers I have had since my husband died."

"How many men before your husband died?"

"You can be gauche, can't you, Daniel? The artist who pained me was my third. I had three additional before my husband became ill. How many I have had since is a lady's private business."

The dinner date ended in the woman's den. A Viennese chamber group CD played Strauss waltzes as they danced. They shared a love seat and brandy. I don't think I will take you to my bed tonight on our first date, but I would love to kiss and cuddle before the evening ends. Can you manage to put off sharing my bed until another night; perhaps on our second date?" 

Dinner date evening closed for Dan with another brandy in his own den alone with his thoughts. I really didn't expect sex, just the intimate conversation. She kisses with an ardor that surprises me. I love her attitude and refusal to grow old anything but gracefully. I didn't know women in their sixties could look that good or kiss that passionately. I think I will ask her out again, and I think I will accept the offer of her bedroom.

> > > - - 

"Baby, these last two months have been fabulous for me. You are a big part of that fabulous feeling. I owe you. I love you." Fall weather kept them from Sunday brunch on the patio. The den would host them until spring. In another month or so it would be cool enough to sometimes light a fire. Both Laura and Dan loved that about winter, a burning fireplace on a cold day. 

"You're right; life seems to be working smoothly for us, for all three of us."

"Yes, all three of us; Laura and her two men. Baby, I do like having a lover; it suits me, and no matter what you might think, I know I have not been neglecting you."

"I have filled in when you aren't here."

"I sometimes wish Artsy would take better care of you when I am with Greg, but that is her loss and not mine." Laura changed subjects. "I need to do something special for my two men, for my two lovers."

"You can start by saying your two men, your husband and your lover. Even put it the other way if you like, but I am still your only husband."

"You may be my only husband, but I have two men and two lovers. Both Dan and Greg are my lovers, and I love both of you."

Legal skills not needed to understand what was said and not said, Dan thought; hmmmm. 

"I want to treat both of my special men to a really nice night out. Would you join me for dinner Friday night Baby? I will ask Greg as well; just the three of us. My treat, I will pick someplace nice." I'll give her her words; that's just the way she is. I know she has feelings for Greg that go beyond just sex. He truly is her lover and you have been living with that fact. That is what she is trying to celebrate. "Okay Baby, Friday night. You set it up with Greg. Tell me how you want me to dress. Other than that surprise me; I will even let you drive."

She had almost as much difficulty convincing Greg. In the end, Laura used a please do this for me kiss to convince him that she deserved a night with both of her men. By mid week she had reservations and told Dan and Greg business suits would be fine for dress. Laura would wear the jungle print dress that she wore in San Francisco. Greg had seen only a picture of her wearing that one.

Maitre de seated Laura precisely at nine. She reserved a round table suitable for three overlooking the lake. Candles burned; there was a small floral centerpiece and stands with two bottles of chilled champagne. Laura requested Greg's favorite brand. The not full moon was rising, and ripples on the lake water were highlighted. Across the lake, a getaway house showed light on the back deck. A few boats were still on the water. The atmosphere for tonight seemed perfect.

Holding both of her men in hand, Laura wanted to break the ice early. "Just relax guys; we are all going to have a sensual evening meal together in a romantic setting. I know both of you have reservations. Let them go for me." She gave each of her men a tender kiss and then asked Greg to pour champagne.

Dan relaxed first. He accepted long before that his wife had a lover; he knew her lover was not a baleful person. As Dan relaxed and opened up to the evening, Greg followed suit. By the time their appetizer course was over everyone reached the proper sensual state. Laura had also requested a platter of oysters on the half shell be waiting for them. "Oh good, oysters; these should be perfect for our romantic dinner. They will put all of us in the mood for the evening."

Laura handed Dan an oyster shell, then Greg, and finally took one herself. Shifting direct and inviting eyes between her lovers, she used her teeth to tug the flesh onto her tongue. Laura waited a moment for drama, and to be sure she had undivided attention. Greg received her first exaggerated air kiss and then her husband. Dan's breath caught as a not pink tongue appeared between Laura's lips. The oyster seemed alive; it wriggled and curled sensuously. Oyster tongue appeared, retreated and appeared again. When the grey tongue returned to Laura's mouth Dan began to breathe again. He knew his cock could not get any harder in his pants.

Laura turned her attention to Greg. Their eyes locked and Greg returned her air kiss with one of his own. Grey tongue darted out like a snake and saw a pink tongue darting from her lover as return greeting. When the grey tongue licked Laura's upper lip Greg duplicated. Laura leaned close to him and brought the oyster shell back to her lips. Slowly she returned the grey flesh to its home leaving just a tip at the edge of its shell.

Laura looked to Dan without tuning; he was watching his wife intently. She saw labored breathing and knew she was the cause. Laura shivered inside and turned her eyes to Greg. They locked together and Greg watched as Laura stimulated both upper and lower lips with the rough side of the oyster shell. A quick glance back to her husband, and just as rapidly locking eyes again with her lover, Laura sucked hard and drew the fleshy oyster between pressed lips and straight to her stomach in one devouring gulp.

Greg moved with the speed of Laura's final swallowing exhibition. Left hand clutched her head and pulled her to his lips. They crushed hers and his tongue rammed between her lips like a piston. Laura gave herself completely to her lover's kiss, and when they finally separated her eyes stayed with Greg as though Dan no longer existed.

Laura handed each another shell and they ate this round of oysters without dramatic visual effects. "That was fun; I hope my guys liked the oyster show. Let's sip champagne for a minute to let these oysters settle. Laura accepted compliments for her erotic ingenuity. Dan noticed her lipstick smeared with sucking and kissing; he told her so. "You wouldn't object to a kiss with smeared lips, would you?" Dan accepted his wife's kiss from lips smeared by her lover. 

"Me too!" Greg demanded another kiss.

"You're the trouble maker who smeared my lipstick, but okay, I like kissing you." Greg's kiss was light this time. "My hair is probably a mess too; someone seemed to have his hands in it. I'll go freshen up after this glass." On return from the ladies room, Laura dribbled horseradish on her next oyster.

"Oh my, Wow, Hot, but good. Try one with some of these sauces. They are good that way too." All of the play with oysters, lubricated with champagne between, built the friendly and erotic atmosphere Laura wanted. They were having fun together. When only three oysters remained, Laura fed each of her men their last from her lips. She left her last on the platter. "If I wasn't such a good and proper girl, I would send one, or both, of you to the men's room so I could have my last oyster with a special sauce." She signaled for the waiter to return to take their order.

Everything about dinner was wonderful, the setting perfect for romance, the food unique and flavorful, and the service discreet and flawless. Laura knew she had chosen the right restaurant to join her romantic triad. After initial awkward moments, both men participated in the erotic build up of the night. Dinner was interspersed with kisses and touches; Laura was the focal point of all attention. Eleven o'clock passed before they finished their meal. 

Dan had commented earlier about couples dancing on the balcony; Laura wanted to dance. "Greg darling, I danced with Dan in this dress in San Francisco; will you take me out on the balcony for a dance here?" They danced two songs, close, as lovers. Laura kept her head near Greg's neck throughout. Returning to their table she spoke softly, "My last oyster is under my napkin by my plate." At her table she released Greg's hand and took her husband. "Your turn Baby, I don't want to short change my husband."

Laura danced longer with Dan; they danced until she saw Greg sitting inside once more. She ended Dan's last dance with a body pressing, lip pressing kiss. Once more she handed off a dance partner to his seat. Her last oyster perched on top of her napkin now. She saw the pearly sauce covering the grey flesh of oyster. "Thank you Greg, this is a perfect gift to end a romantic dinner with two men I love." She showed the cum filled shell, then sucked both cum and oyster into her mouth. Dan looked at his wife astounded; his jaw dropped open.

Laura grabbed Dan behind his head the way Greg had kissed her earlier. She fed Dan the oyster in her mouth. Laura used her tongue to press it on him along with any remaining sperm sauce. She took her car keys from her purse and gave them to her husband. "Take my car; Greg will bring me home. He can give me the kind of sex I need after our romantic dinner together. He will be better for me tonight, not you. Go, I want some time with Greg now. Go!" 

Laura shared a final glass of champagne with Greg as they watched Dan slink away. "Take me home and fuck my brains out for being such a bitch."

"Leave that dress in the car; I never want to see it again." Greg slapped her ass all the way from the car door to the front door. Laura carried her shoes and purse in hand and bent to receive his slaps. Every blow brought drips from her pussy. Within seconds of opening the front door, Laura found herself face down on the sofa with her ass bent over one arm. She heard Greg's pants hit the floor before she felt his cock penetrate. 

"Yes, fuck me hard, I need it. Fuck your slutty bitch." 

Greg mauled her tits as he violated her. "This is what you wanted; you set Dan up for just this, didn't you?"

"Yes, yes, just fuck me hard."

"You used me to fuck your husband. You used my cum in that oyster to fuck him over."

"Yes, I used him because I need this from you. I need your cock like this; I need what you give me; I need what only you can give me. I wanted you to help me send Dan away. I wanted you to fuck me just like this. I want you to keep fucking me until we can't fuck anymore." Laura's words spewed into air punctuated by grunts and moans of raw sex.

Finally the excitement and stimulation of events overtook both lovers. Greg thrust hard and slapped his lover as both orgasmed. They collapsed in a bundle on the sofa and then Greg rolled to the floor and pulled Laura with him. "I knew you were going to eat my cum and that oyster. I was hard waiting, watching. When you kissed him and fed him I thought I would blow again, all over my shorts." They breathed hard and talked about the evening.

Both agreed Laura made a good restaurant choice and they should go again, but as a couple. Greg even agreed that after his initial qualms, he relaxed and enjoyed the light sexual overtones of their threesome. He asked Laura if she preplanned tonight's explosion with her husband. "No, not preplan. I was as excited as you that we had fun together. I might have gone home with him. We did drive my car, recall. You won the lady"

"There's more than that; you were a bitch and you know it."

"Okay, you won the bitch and you are doing a good job of taming her."

"Is your ass still sore; I was swatting you long and hard."

"Mmmmm, yes it is. Thank you for spanking me like that. I needed it, and you got me really wet, open and ready for you."




Always Faithful Ch. 03.5



"I will fuck you more tonight; I might spank you more too. I meant it when I said I never want to see that dress again. Go put on a gown and robe, one of the really sexy ones. Bring me shorts, a T shirt, and my sandals."

"Are we going somewhere?"

"Yes, you are going to take that dress back and put it in your closet. I'll explain as we drive."

"Dressed like this?"

"Yes, let's go."

Dan stirred from his sleep when Laura entered their bedroom. "Sshhhh. Don't get up. I am just hanging my dress and then going right back out. Greg said he never wanted to see this dress again."

"Is he downstairs waiting for you?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Goodnight Dan, I love you. Sleep well."

"After all that, all I did tonight, he still left the light on and the door unlocked."

"Take your robe off; we are going to give your neighbors a thrill." 

Laura stood in a puddle of red nylon under her door light while Greg kissed all over her face and her breasts. When he finally walked Laura back to the car he carried the robe in one hand and gripped her ass firmly with the other. "I'll suck your cock right here if that's what you want. I'll suck you until you cum right here and right now."

"Later."

Greg returned Laura to her married home Sunday evening. He was sure his cock and balls could no longer function as sex tools. They hung limp between his legs. God knows how many times he shot his load in Laura's sex holes this weekend. The last two went ass and cunt. Laura walked to her door still barefoot; she wore only one of Greg's too big for her T shirts and panties. She was as sore as her lover; she knew that as she approached the door. This is what fucked out looks like and feels like. This is what I wanted when I sent Dan away Friday night. The door knob turned as she knew it would.

Dan was in the den with vodka tonic and ESPN. His wife was suddenly in front of him and she bent over to kiss. "I am home." 

Dan's question was the same one he voiced from his sleep early Saturday morning, "Why?"

"Why was I so cruel to you? I was cruel because I wanted to be cruel. I needed to be cruel to you; cruel to my husband. I wanted once again to remind you that this is my affair and not yours. I hurt you that way because I wanted to hurt you that way, but I am home now and I am your wife always. I love you."

"Is that a vodka tonic? Would you make one for me, I could use one?" Dan returned with another drink to find his wife nude holding her T shirt and panties out to him. "These are sweaty dirty, please bring me a clean pair of panties Baby; pick whatever you would like me to wear." Laura wanted Dan to feel how cum soaked her panties were, and she was mildly curious what he would bring as replacement. Dan carried a white bikini with a lace heart appliqué in front, "Those are pretty; I will put them on."

"Please, let me."

With the virginal white nylon covering her mid section, Laura gave her husband a helping hand to rise. She was the regal queen. She held his hand as they sat side-by-side quietly drinking their vodka tonics. Laura knew her breasts showed Greg's hard use the last two days. She flicked a nipple to cause a peak. "Kiss it and then come with me. You need me."

Dan trailed holding Laura's hand. She commands and I accept. She leads and I follow. She knows I need her. She knows more than I know. In bed Dan worshiped using his tongue and hands. Finally he removed the panties he placed so lovingly and entered his wife's hot pool. Proof, even more proof than the soaked panties, Greg has fucked my wife's cunt all weekend. He has used her body completely for their pleasure. Laura chose to be with Greg Friday and now she is giving me their leavings. "Ahhhhh, yesssss, fuuuucckkk. I need you, I need you."

Laura laid on her back and let her Baby fuck her. She did know he needed her even before he cried out his orgasm. When Dan screamed she wrapped him in her arms and kissed the top of his head. Her marriage barge was sailing smoothly again until the next flood rocked her boat. She let Dan have all that he needed. Life returned to normal.

> > > - - 

The calendar seems to schedule so much in late fall and early winter. It is a conspiracy to take adult time and transfer it to children. Old Jacob's wife remembered Laura from the country club affair. Being significant other to a junior partner required commitments greater than dalliance; she needed to make certain Laura understood her responsibilities even if she was married to another.

"Hello dear, it has been so long and we haven't spoken. How have you been?" Laura understood her health and well being meant absolutely nothing. By conversation end she was a subcommittee of one helping Old Jacob's wife organize a Halloween after school party for the firm's children. Rather than give in to annoyance, Laura threw herself to the task with enthusiasm; she had fun and made sure the old broad knew she was having fun.

Dan noticed her more colorful dress the day of the party; he had to ask. When Laura came home she was almost giddy bubbly, and not from sexual excitement with her lover. "Baby, it was almost like being a mother for an afternoon. I loved it, we all had fun."

"You and I both know that parenting is more than kids parties Baby."

"Don't worry; no biological clock inside this woman. That is just not my style. It was fun though, I am glad she asked me to help."

"Good brownie points too, now if someone bitches about you and Greg, you have a friend near the top."

"You're right about that; I took pictures, we can look at them on the computer after dinner."

While Laura was playing with kids at work, Dan had work not related to his normal business. The first acquisitions of his art for the office project were ready. He asked Artsy, the interior decorator, and his older woman friend to join him for the initial installation. Artsy brought a technician and all of the pieces while Dan met the decorator and his friend for lunch and escorted them to his office. He had asked his VP to stop by toward the end of the day to see his results.

VP was impressed enough to plan a toast for Dan, and he showed up pushing a cart with a wine and cheese spread accompanied by the company president's executive secretary and special assistant. Dan did introductions; others who worked near Dan's office joined in the celebration; the art hanging became an impromptu happy hour. The executive staff seemed taken by the PR possibilities. The interior decorator was asked to meet with the company president soon. Artsy agreed to a rotating exhibit; an extension of the gallery where she worked.

"Congratulations, you are showing off your senior executive potential. I hope you realize this is more than simply decorating your work space." Dan turned to see the face of that feminine whisper. His blank look made clear Dan hadn't considered that far ahead. "The four of us will have drinks when we are through here; I'll explain." His older friend seemed a mother hen guiding her chicks through life, even though the chicks were mature and successful individuals in their own right.

Dan's hurried phone call gave Laura time for more than just a quickie with Greg. The interior decorator was ecstatic about possible new business and agreed to drop Artsy at home following drinks and discussion. Dan took his older friend home where she talked more personally to him about skills and practices of executive management. Dan enjoyed once more sharing brandy and some intimacy on her love seat, but had no problems when she said no more tonight.

The following Sunday Dan and Laura broke pattern to have brunch out. They still took time to be together and share extended conversation. "Greg is still after me to pose for pictures in the office. He says now that I have posed for Portrait, he wants next."

"Why are you holding back?"

"It's one thing to wear that red dress with my bells jingling as his date to the country club. Posing in sexy lingerie and nude in his office is a lot more. What if Old Jacobs saw those pictures?"

"Old Jacobs would get hard and Mrs. Old Jacobs would love you even more."

"Knowing Greg he would take some with cum running down my leg and out of my mouth."

"Yes, and with your nipples hard as rocks and your cunt swollen and red. Hand me your cell phone."

"What! Why? Here!"

"What's your speed dial for Greg at home?"

"Eight!"

"Eight, significant?"

"I think of it as us together. I didn't want to push two buttons or I would use sixty-nine." Laughter and kisses.

Greg, this is Dan not Laura. We are at brunch and got into discussion about the posing you want her to do. - No, I don't object at all; I am on your side. - I'll make sure she is ready next weekend. - That works for me, I will tell her, and I am sure it will be okay too. – Make an album for me; here is Laura.

Laura reclaimed her cell phone. Hello darling, what have you and my husband signed me up for? - I'll see, trust you? Which of you should I trust? - I do, I love both of you. - Bye bye, darling." Laura took her husband's hand and squeezed, "Thank you Baby."

> > > - - 

Dan carried a hanging bag as he escorted his wife to her lover's door Friday evening. He had spent most of Thursday evening with Laura picking posing clothes. They knew Greg would make his own selections from Laura's things that she kept with Greg. He passed off his bag and gave a light goodbye kiss. "Have fun and get some good pictures. Pick a sampling and make an album for me. I can hardly wait to see the outcome."

Three women, I trade one off to her lover and go meet three women for a date tonight. No Dan, you are not really a swinger of that magnitude and you know it. Dan stopped to pick up Artsy; she was the first of the three women. Artsy carried a small bag plus her purse. When they arrived at the older woman's home, her friend was already there. Dinner and conversation was delightful, but Dan didn't have to worry about a repeat of that disastrous prior Friday engagement. At eleven-thirty Mrs. Patron announced the arrangements for the night. "LeeAnne, I've put you in my friend's suite, and Dan will be with me. I hope that is suitable. Let's all get into our evening clothes and then finish with brandy in the den."

"I thought we might end the evening this way. I brought a special bed warming gift for the three of us if that is all right. Dan, you will have to make do with pajamas I am afraid."

"Artsy, I have slept in this house in pajamas as I know you know." All left to their sleeping quarters to change into night clothes, and returned about fifteen minutes later. The women were dressed identically in sheerish nightgowns in a Mondrian print style. The gowns were white chiffon with bold stripes in primary colors executed in shiny satin. Dan contrasted in black silk.

Dan poured brandy, and asked the women to pose for him. His complements were sincere; he told the older women how favorably they compared with Artsy even though she was more than thirty years younger. Their hostess played a CD and they talked as they drank. Dan whispered in the older woman's ear. "Of course, I think she would be delighted." Dan offered his hand to dance with the hostess's friend and held her close through two songs. They kissed as he returned her to the sofa next to Artsy who held up a hand to accept her dance. 

"Thank you for giving that to her; you are a sweet gentleman." Artsy noticed the semi erection Dan grew while dancing with his first partner, and she held him there softly through their two dances. When Artsy drew the older woman from the love seat for her dances, Dan was clearly and completely erect. Artsy poured the last brandies of the evening and then sat close to this evening's partner on the sofa. They watched Dan and their hostess kiss and touch with increasing steam until finally they left to their sleeping quarters. 

"Come Daniel, let's continue in bed."

> > > - - 

Laura blushed brightly when Greg asked one of the guards to help him carry the two hanging bags and small suitcase to his office. She followed behind with her makeup case, and began unpacking and hanging everything while Greg returned to get the bag with champagne and his camera gear. Dan had slipped in a surprise; Laura saw her wedding veil in the plastic storage case that had held it for years. There was a small card addressed to Greg inside the case. "Men!" Laura continued hanging her costumes.

"Here, from Dan to you." Laura unfolded the veil and showed it off as Greg read. The veil was short in front, barely covering Laura's eyes, but it flowed back almost as long as the train on her wedding dress. The material alternated stripes of sheer net and lace rosebuds. She modeled for her lover, but the effect over jeans and a sweater was not the same. "What did Dan's note say?"

Greg read the note: "It says, 'If you get tired of taking pictures in her underwear, I know from memory that she looks good dancing in this and nothing else."

"On our wedding night, when we made love the first time as a married couple, I wore this and nothing and I danced and then we made love all over our hotel suite."

"I want you to wear it tonight in our bed as I make beautiful love to you."

"I don't know Greg; that might be too much."

"I want to, I will. Tell you what, make love with me in your wedding veil, and I promise to fuck your brains out wearing your wedding dress someday soon."

"You bastard, you rotten bastard, I love you. I'll think about it."

Greg posed Laura all afternoon. He had her changing outfits almost constantly. He did take a few with cum running from her mouth. Now she was sitting on Greg's desk facing his chair with hands on her knees. Nipples had been twisted and pulled taut, and that was obvious. She wore only the sheer black, boy cut panties Dan loved so much and smeared lipstick. Greg had just choked her hard with his cock but spewed his load in her outer mouth. Laura looked at her lover sitting in his chair and snapping pictures as fast as the camera would cycle. Cum dripped as she gasped to breathe. Click, click, click, click.

Twice Greg moved his model to daring locations. He took a stripping series of pictures at her desk in the outer office. The final shot of the series showed her skirt neatly folded on one side of her desk, her blouse and jacket draped over her chair, and Laura bent to the computer wearing full pinup lingerie, stockings and heels. The second series had her stretched out on a walnut table in one of the conference rooms at the end of the building. Laura wore only her veil for this series and Greg made her masturbate to completion as he took pictures and positioned her veil. Click, click, click, click.

Laura heard the guard making rounds somewhere behind them as they returned to Greg's office. She didn't dare look and never knew if or what the guard saw. Once private, her command to Greg was simple, "Fuck me now!"

"I'm exhausted, let's pack up, go home and see how good a photographer my lover is; fuck once or twice, and then see what we want to do this evening." It took almost an hour to pack and get home. They decided to fuck at once before looking at the pictures. A quick preview of the day's pictures was followed by a light dinner at home. What Greg wanted to do was make love to Laura on their bed wearing the wedding veil she wore when she pledged fidelity to her husband.

Laura's mind was still active as she drifted toward sleep. Dan and I have made love, really beautiful love many times. Greg and I have made love before, made love as only true lovers can. I have never been as loved, kissed, thrilled; and returned that much love as Greg and I just shared together. I am glad Dan put the veil in with my things; I must thank him. Laura closed on Greg, kissed his lips with love and fell asleep with lips together.

Light through drapes woke Dan. When he realized where he was and who he was with, he wanted to make love to start the day. His hand traced the bright blue satin line from shoulder, over the woman's breast, and down to her hip. Her kiss was instantly ready and tender; she became fully awake immediately. Last night she had been more demanding of Dan in her bed. This morning she allowed very slow and complete exploration. Everywhere Dan touched he stimulated. She knew she had selected well when she chose Daniel as her lover for this period of life.

Dan and the mistress of the house sat together at the large kitchen table. The bay windows gave a view of the garden, but mostly that meant fall leaves on the ground. "In spring, eating breakfast here must be heavenly." Instead of a verbal response, Dan felt her hand gently trace his cheek. Dan sensed that meant agreement. Twenty minutes later Artsy and the other woman joined them. They held hands as they approached and it was quite obvious they just made love. Breakfast was quiet time.

In the den conversation shifted to schedules. Artsy had to be at work at two. Neither older woman was committed. Dan admitted he was totally free because Laura was posing for her lover, "No telling if she will be home today, let alone when. I really don't expect to see her until late tomorrow." The older woman's friend wasn't as familiar with Dan and Laura's situation so Artsy gave a three minute thumbnail sketch.

"Since I am the business professional skilled in planning, let me propose a plan for the day. At one, Artsy can shower and dress and I will take her to the gallery. We can stop by your apartment if necessary. Until then, all of us can stay here in our nightgowns and pajamas because it excites me to be here with you all dressed so provocatively."

"We don't seem to excite you that much, only half by my experience." Mrs. Patron got a kiss, "Touché." 

"I don't object to wearing this beautiful nightgown all day. You really chose well LeeAnne, thank you again."

"Would anyone care for Chablis? I think I saw some chilled."

"Yes, I put some up; would you pour?"

"While we enjoy our wine, Daniel, I want you to tell us how you really feel about your wife's affair." Dan thought some, sipped his wine and thought more. Twice he opened his mouth as though to speak but nothing came out. Finally his words flowed.

"Mixed, and I know that sounds like I am begging the question. There are times when it excites me no end to see Laura walk through the door knowing she has come from him." Dan paused and stared at his glass. "Other times, anger is too insufficient a word; I want to throttle her and beat sense into her brain. I never do; I swallow those feelings." Again he paused and stared at his wine. He drank, waited and then handed his glass to his partner.

"There are also times when I am like an active participant. I have never seen them do anything but kiss or touch, but I was the instigator of their photo session today. My wife, Greg's lover Laura, is most likely sprawled over his desk in his office at this moment. She is posing in sexy lingerie for her lover. He has been trying to get her agreement for months, and I pushed her into accepting." Dan stopped and reached for his glass of wine. "Now do you understand mixed?"

The older woman walked Dan across the den to sit between Artsy and her friend, and then returned for Dan's wine glass. "Hold your thoughts Daniel, I will refill our glasses." While pouring wine into their glasses, she stood directly before each guest to let them admire her body and nightgown. She knew she looked very attractive, not like a sixty-five year old woman after a full evening of excitement. She raised her glass and indicated her guests do likewise. "To an excellent lover who has mixed reactions because his wife wants him and a second lover."

She drank from her glass and then gave Dan an ardent kiss. When she released Dan's lips the other women kissed him as well to complete the toast. "Thank you ladies, thank you all. I think how I feel, how I really feel, is that I love Laura and I know she loves me. That sustains me through some very hard times."




Always Faithful Ch. 03.5



"Yes, you love her and she loves you all the while she is in the arms of her lover. Do you have any doubt that she will spend tonight making love with him?"

"None, no doubt at all."

"Say his name, their names; tell us what will happen when they are through taking pictures. Tell us directly."

"My wife Laura is posing nude for her lover Greg at this moment. When they are through taking pictures Laura and Greg will go to his home, to their bed in his home, and make love all night long. They will make love, and they will fuck, rut like animals. Laura will most defin itely say the words I love you Greg." Greg went silent, suddenly he felt alone.

"Come to me Daniel and sit with me once more." Dan did and she gave him his wine glass before wrapping him in protective arms. "LeeAnne, could you pour more wine?" Dan sat with the women and poured his emotion and experience of his wife's affair. "LeeAnne, it is time for you to shower and dress. Take Daniel with you, I am sure he needs something. Daniel, after you take LeeAnne to the gallery, plan on coming back here."

Dan had one more date with just the two older women during the fall months. On a Saturday night he escorted both to the country club once again. They dined and danced until almost midnight, and had a delightful time. Laura gave no objection to Dan's outings with his new friends. He was always considerate. Dan told Laura well in advance every time so she could make plans accordingly. She always planned to be with Greg those nights.

Dan's older woman friend asked a favor when this date was planned. He expected her pronouncement as the evening drew to a close. "I am going to have the limousine take me home. Will you see my friend home tonight Daniel? She has a lovely home and I think you will enjoy the evening." Dan did enjoy the lady's home and her company that night, and once again before leaving in the morning.

> > > - - 

The compressed schedule in autumn always included family responsibilities. Each year Dan and Laura flew home to spend Thanksgiving dinner with one family, and the Saturday following with the other. Thanksgiving with parents and relatives allowed them to have the Christmas and New Year's holidays for themselves. Both left out details when answering the perfunctory what's new in your life questions. Their visits home went well, as they always did. "We really like to have Christmas with each other", served as an understood excuse to fend off repeat invitations to visit.

Not all fall holiday events are children times. Company parties are traditionally for adults. Dan and Laura always made both company parties, and enjoyed going. Some years they made a brief appearance at one because they happened on the same night. Both firms scheduled Christmas parties December 13 this year. "Christmas parties, Baby; how should we handle them this year?"

"Yours is the 13th?" Together they finally agreed that just this once they would each go to their own party, alone. Dan knew, of course, that meant Laura would go with Greg.

"Would you help me choose a dress for my party? The red dress is right in color, but I don't think the style says Santa Claus."

"No, Santa came early when I bought that one for you." They adjourned to the bedroom to look at dresses. Laura modeled three green dresses; Dan talked her into the most modest as best choice. The dress was fitted on top with a high neck and long sleeves in a dark green fabric. The skirt was full, having the same dark green fabric inlaid with silver filigree threads. Laura wasn't totally sure this was the one. "It's right for you and your company party. It is modestly cut, and you should want that modesty, but the skirt is full enough that Greg will have no trouble getting his hands under when the time is right."

"Dan, you are terrible. You sound like all Greg and I do is fuck around."

"Well, am I wrong? Do you want me to look for a chastity belt to go under the dress?"

"No Baby, no chastity belt. This dress is for me going to my company party though, not for a date with Greg."

"Are you taking one car, or two?"

"Makes more sense to take one, doesn't it?"

"Is Greg going to call for you here, or leave from there?"

"I don't know."

"I may not be part of your affair with Greg, but it looks like I have to help with the planning. Let's drink a glass of wine and talk about the rest of the holidays."

"I haven't for a while, but I want to have more time with Greg." Laura opened a subject that must add to holiday stress.

"Without your rings you mean?"

"Yes!"

"Not Christmas!"

"No Baby; Christmas is for us. Maybe before, maybe after." Dan finally worked out the compromise. "You can have the few days before your party, and a few after, but I think you should wear your rings to your party. I will find a date for mine."

"Okay, that makes sense", Laura agreed. 

"After Christmas, between then and New Year's eve, go to be with Greg and come back when you are ready. Leave your rings then. I will either find a party with some of my art community friends, or stay here with ESPN and vodka tonic. There are a bunch of football games on TV." With all of the holiday details settled, Laura and Dan went to bed. She talked Dan into his version of a good hard screw, and it was good. Not as hard and demanding as Greg when he fucks me hard, but my husband is a good fuck too. I am one lucky girl. Laura's eyes relaxed in sleep and her breathing followed.

Laura only required a simple confirmation with Greg, but she decided stage managing might be fun. That started with a phone call to Business Lady and the young marketing woman who had been her liaison. Laura remembered seeing a skirt at the private fashion show. She thought then, but held her tongue, that she wanted to wear that suit for Greg.

Laura chatted with Liaison telling her how all of the women in her office were jealous. They talked office gossip, girl talk and finally when talking about the upcoming holidays Laura asked about that suit; "Could I get one shipped?" Laura expected to give her credit card number; two days later her first Christmas gift arrived. Two of the wrap skirt suits she wanted in different fabrics, and four blouses, including two of the halter blouses she used to first seduce Greg. There was a card enclosed; a personal note from the marketing executive with a thousand dollar gift card for more clothes from Business Lady.

"Queen of the support staff." Her fellow secretaries made a bow down production when word got around about the FedEx package. "Do you have a boyfriend on the West coast too?"

"No ladies, one is enough. I'll wear one of these soon." Soon was Friday; Greg's hand was under the wrap of her skirt all through lunch at their hideaway restaurant. 

"If you keep your nose to the grindstone this afternoon, you can leave early. I would say yes if you offered an after work fuck me."

A nice feature of wrap skirts is they come off easily. Laura left a trail from front door to bedroom. "Face down or up, how do you want me."

"Hang your head over the edge and let me choke you. I feel like a face fuck." Greg was hard and ready; he took full strokes from the tip of his cock to his balls. Laura felt her lips mashed at the depth of each stroke. Suddenly cock stayed deep; she choked and gagged. Greg pressed even harder trying to go deeper than possible. Is this the time, choke her completely? Should I? He held just a few seconds longer at full depth; their eyes locked. Greg knew Laura would not fight him off so cock must slowly withdraw.

Greg let her kiss and lick his slit before he raised her to fuck. Laura became his pogo stick. He held as hard into her cunt at full stroke as he had into her throat. 

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, Fuck me . . . ." Greg could not believe his control today. He just kept on fucking as Laura chanted. I want her to scream, to scream loud. He bit a nipple hard, going for blood. "AAAaaayyyyyyeeee. Fuuucckkk me I am cuming."

The lovers sat joined like that until their breathing returned to normal; they just stayed together kissing. "God I love you, I really do." Laura offered her unmarked breast, "Would you do this one at least a little bit?" Greg bit, but not for blood. He sensed her head go up, her breathing quickening. She really gets off on our rough sex. I wonder if she loves me; or the rough sex I give her? I don't care, I love her.

"I just decided darling."

"Decided what?" Laura looked up at her lover with anticipation.

"I really do love you."

"I love you too, Baby."

"No ooops?"

"You can be my special Baby too. Right now you are my Baby." Laura broke another vow, this one to herself.

"Fuck again or dress?"

"Fuck, oh yes, fuck again." Laura didn't get home until almost seven-thirty, but she did give her husband a cum breath kiss as soon as the front door closed.

Refusal and resistance marked Dan's attempts to make a date for his company party; he thought first of Artsy. "No, I have several good reasons and they all lead to the same answer, No!"

"Tell me one of your good reasons."

"You and I are friends, not lovers. You know my terms and accept them. I don't need to have a reason to say no." 

"Point taken, I agree; tell me another."

"I don't want to appear as your date for the evening because your wife has a date with another man." 

"That doesn't bother you when we are with our art friends." 

"When we do things together with them, or when you come to an opening where I am, it isn't a date. Mostly we are part of a group. Furthermore, they don't know about you and your wife." 

"They are learning, aren't they?" Dan's secretary brought him some material while he was on the phone with Artsy. He took a quick look and then asked for another file. 

Dan admired the retreating view before returning attention to his call. "Okay, no appearance of a date, anything else?" 

"Yes, you forget I now have a sort of professional relationship with your company. That adds another No in my mind." 

"Three noes, I am not doing a good job of convincing you, am I?" His secretary returned with the requested file folder; she leaned over Dan's desk to set it down. Dan noticed a lace edge of bra as her blouse gapped. He held a finger up for her to wait just so he could look a moment longer.

"Give me one more good reason why you won't come the to the Christmas party with me and then I need to get back to work." Dan listened to Artsy last reason before asking for special consideration one last time. "Oh, you already have a date. Can't you break that one for me?" 

"I see, he has a spectacular dress for you and he is straight. Does that mean you are going to sleep with him?" Dan finally gave up his quest. "Hah, I'll bet you might do more than sleep. Talk to you later." Dan finished going over some details with his secretary and once again enjoyed the view as she returned to her desk. She does have a really nice bottom.

Dan decided to call the older woman; her part of the conversation finally pushed Dan where his eyes had been leading. LeeAnne told me about that dress. It sounds spectacular even for her. I must have a private showing. - Sweet of you to consider me Daniel, but no, I don't think I make a suitable date for your company Christmas party. – Really Daniel, I am old enough to be your mother, and a fast rising executive doesn't want to bring mother as his date. – Look for someone younger Daniel; a younger woman would be much more appropriate."

"You are a sweet dear, ta ta." Mrs. Patron ended their call with her casual salutation.

Dan's problem was he didn't know any younger women well enough to ask on a date, why should he? He was sure either Artsy or the older woman would say yes. The only positive advice he got was to look for someone younger. His secretary brought the last folder he would need. "If any of my phone conversation offended you, I apologize. I was talking to a friend about the Christmas party and I didn't think of you hearing. I am sorry."

"That's quite all right, I could tell you weren't serious about what you said, just joking."

"Are you coming to the party?"

"I don't think so; I will probably pass this year. Going would bring back memories, especially going alone."

"Yes, I am sorry again, this time for opening a personal subject."

"It's all right; I know I am divorced and now single. I still have memories though. Isn't your wife coming?"

"No, her company party is the same night and she really thinks she needs to go to hers."

"That's too bad. I better get back to my desk; hope you find a date for the party."

Dan watched once more; he realized he was looking at his secretary's shapely tush more and more. Was that an extra wiggle, Dan almost whistled, but caught himself. She is younger than I; I'll think about it. Dan decided to play safe. He asked his VP, explaining that he was stag for the night and she wouldn't come to the affair unless Dan asked her to be with him. "Not a date, certainly not that. I just want to help her out, but with no talking behind her back. What do you think?"

"Dan, the reason you are on the way up is your creative solutions that are good for the organization. I'll take care of any gossip; I know how to handle that stuff."

> > > - - 

Wearing a pretty, but conservative, dress to the company party was one thing. Spending three days living with her lover, sleeping in their bed every night, and going to this affair unfucked was carrying conservatism to extremes. Greg was torturing her, torment first class. He had been doing it deliberately for the last three days. Oh, he touched her, many times and almost in the right spots. Then he would stop and say, "Wait until the time comes darling; let your hunger build." Frustration dominated Laura's mind as she and Greg began mingling at their Christmas party.

Laura smiled at everyone she came upon; inside she steamed with desire. Greg even insisted she wear pantyhose tonight to keep the steam between her legs encased. Laura had really wanted to wear her special jewelry so she could hear her bells ring. Oh well, I will go with the flow. Greg will decide when I get mine. I doubt he will wait too long. He is doing without too. Laura saw Old Jacobs and Mrs.; she decided to sit with them for a while. Brownie points were always useful.

Mrs. Jacobs first thanked her again for helping at Halloween, and then complimented her dress. Laura decided on a proper but naughty response. "Thank you so much, I am glad you approve. I will tell my husband; he insisted this one rather than my first choice. Perfect for a company Christmas, he said."

"Your husband has excellent taste in selecting clothes for you, my dear. I recall you saying he picked out that red dress you wore to the country club affair."

"Yes, he does know me well, and he knows how I like to present myself. I will pass on this compliment also."

"I don't see him tonight, is he here; he normally attends with you?"

"Not tonight, his company thing conflicted. I asked Greg to escort me tonight."

"I see." Laura noticed Greg across the room and decided to join him. He was talking with two of the senor partners and some of the other juniors.

Laura took his drink out of his hand as her own. "Thank you darling, this is tasty." Laura listened in on their conversation, but did not really join in. She gave inconsequential responses when required. Her hands made her point clear if the lawyers were observant as if in court. Whenever she did respond to a question, Laura used a hand tracing on her lover's sleeve to draw Greg's attention only to her. She was saying to everyone with body language, Greg is mine and I am his, and we both know that. You are props.

With both sharing one drink the glass ran dry. As they moved toward the bar Laura made clear to Greg that she didn't want to wait much longer. "An early night, okay darling?" Greg wanted to draw out the tease. He directed them to a group of younger lawyers; two he supervised. Greg wrapped his arm around Laura with hand under her right arm. He blatantly stimulated the nipple on that breast, pinching and pulling as they spoke.

Laura participated in this conversation more because she was familiar with most of the young men. With the stimulation Greg was providing, her comments often ended with a low moan. Greg maintained a detached expression, but the others mostly smirked. All were aware of the relationship between the lovers. One of the lawyers suggested Greg give the other breast equal time. Greg pulled Laura closer and pinched even harder on the nipple he was holding. "I'll take care of the other when this lady is naked in bed tonight." Within a few hours those conditions were met.

> > > - - 

Dan escorted his secretary, date for the evening, to her doorstep. He had really enjoyed himself, and thought she had fun too. "Since we were both models of propriety tonight, would you like to come in for a while and have a drink while the night is still young?"

"That sounds nice." Surprising Dan no little bit, she mixed vodka tonic because that was her choice. "I also keep a bottle of Grey Goose in the freezer for when I feel indulgent."

Their conversation strained as they drank. She didn't want to talk about his wife, and he didn't bring up her divorce. Neither of them wanted to talk shop. Dan decided to leave after one drink, and she walked her first date to the door without so much as a kiss. Dan rectified the lack of kiss with lips that could have been from her brother. Dan began saying his thank you and good night pleasantries. His secretary gathered resolve to end her first date since memorably.

"Is Laura expecting you home early?" She knew the answer before Dan spoke, "No, I don't expect her home tonight."

"I didn't think so. You have time for at least one more kiss." The second kiss was not at all brother and sister. Den felt his date undo his tie and the top two buttons of his shirt before their kiss ended. She smiled, licked her lips and turned around. "There is a hook at the top above the zipper, or the doorknob is behind you; your choice." Dan hesitated only slightly.

"I've often admired this view as you leave my office. The view is even better without your dress."

"Follow me and enjoy the view." Dan made sure her first sex since divorce was memorable. He unhurriedly played her body as sexual instrument bringing crescendo after crescendo of sexual delight. Finally he made her cry out with joy as they consumed each other. She was panting in his arms coming back to earth after their first lovemaking time. "I could go again after a breather."

"Let me try some of that frozen vodka, I have never had that. That will get us ready for round two."

"This is smooth, I like it." Dan's hand stroked a thigh. Her lips wet with frozen vodka covered his, and a cold tongue darted inside. The hand on her thigh jumped forward; their tongues dueled. "Let me try something." Dan rubbed a nipple with the frosted glass causing it to stand tall. He painted her nipple with vodka and then sucked it clean. Dan repeated painting and sucking several times before being pushed away. "My turn!" Dan's cock got the same treatment and then they returned to her bedroom.

Her clock chimed a single half hour tone at 2:30 as they stood at her door again. Dan was semi dressed; secretary, newborn nude. He kissed her lightly and thanked his date for the evening. "I like drinking frozen vodka with you. Your bottom fells as good as it looks. You deserve one of those Good-In-Bed medals."

"So do you." She kissed him and turned around, "You may never get his view again, take a good look." Dan looked with both eyes and felt with both hands.

"Open the door and then kiss me one last time before you go. I want to feel goose bumps on my skin that match the goose bumps inside." 




Always Faithful Ch. 03.6



Author's Notes: Always Faithful is a work of fiction; there is no clothing manufacturer known as Business Lady. This is the eighth post in a series of Laura's affair with her boss, Greg, and her relationship with her husband, Dan. This is also the end of Chapter 3, Beginnings of an Affair. In the prior post, Laura, Dan, Greg and friends have enjoyed Christmas holidays in various combinations.

THREE – BEGINNINGS OF AN AFFAIR – 3-6 NEW YEARS PARTIES – LAURA'S PORTRAIT AND A NEW JOB

Laura was almost ready to leave; she gave Dan her rings. "I am glad you are going out with Artsy and your friends. I would feel guilty about you being alone on New Year's Eve."

"My wife says she would feel guilty about going with her lover as she gives back her wedding rings."

"You know what I mean Baby. I love you."

"I'm just teasing; I love you, and I know you love me too."

"I don't know how long I will be gone, more than just the holiday though. I want a good long stay. Can you handle being alone for a while?" Dan kissed her, but did not respond to her question. At her car she kissed her husband goodbye and made one last attempt at reassurance, "Have a good time; I intend to so you may as well too."

When she closed her car door and put the key in the ignition, Laura assumed a new persona. She became Greg's wife, and she was looking forward to being Mrs. Greg. "Hi honey, I'm home."

"I'm excited about this party; I'll need a little help from you getting dressed." The help she needed was pulling and twisting her nipples until they were fully erect and puffed out; plus the same treatment between her legs. Her costume was an opaque black body stocking that stopped just below her breasts. Over that she wore a silver chain bra and silver dagger skirt. The silver pieces came from their special jeweler, and had required several custom fittings over long lunch hours. The sales lady from her favorite lingerie shop coordinated everything as a special project.

"You look spectacular; I should have hired a body guard to beat the guys off."

"Oh don't do that, please Baby, don't do that. You said I could practice my exhibitionism tonight." Laura stood on clear plastic sandals wearing her body stocking. The bra only supported her boobs. A silver tube circled each nipple with a chain leading over her shoulders. Four strands of light silver chain carried the weight of her breasts and joined the chain from her nipple ring. Three heavier silver chains circled around her back. Her skirt consisted of short silver plate panels like daggers that hung loose from a silver chain mail belt. 

"You might need a body guard for the value, this may not look like much darling, but you are looking at $3200 worth of outfit. The skirt was the killer; there is a lot of silver in these duds. Would you do the honors with my bells and anklet?" Greg knelt and first clipped the diamond studded anklet around his lover's knee. He took his time placing her clit clamp bells, and made sure he could hear them chime before he rose.

"One last item, and then I want some pictures before we leave." 

Greg had a ring box in his hand. Laura was afraid to look when he opened the box, but the ring was a ruby dinner ring. Laura breathed in relief and offered her left hand. She would allow this much as long as the stone wasn't a diamond. "It's beautiful, I would kiss you but I don't want to mess my makeup until we get to the party."

They were announced as they entered, but absolutely no one was paying attention to announcements. Everyone was in costume; most were extravagant, and some outrageous. Greg's leather tuxedo seemed almost commonplace. Laura's stood out. Most of the women hinted the availability, desirability, of their breasts tonight. Deeply cut cleavages were abundant. Some sheer tops actually gave a clearer view of breast than her bra, Laura noticed. No breasts drew more male attention than Laura's.

This was a see and be seen party of beautiful and well heeled people. This New Year's Eve party was for the socially connected avant garde. Tonight was for fun and show off, and Laura intended that she would like nothing better than to show off with, and for, her lover. First they visited the bar for drinks; then they slowly worked the crowd. Laura loved overhearing comments about her outfit. 

She and Greg discussed the party as they drove. "You are always fun when you show off. You have until eleven, any game you want to play. Anyone you want to play with, make it exciting."

"And after eleven?"

"I'll set you up between eleven and twelve; you just do whatever I tell you. At midnight you become mine and mine alone."

"Sounds like a plan to me, I can't wait."

Laura selected a couple standing by the dance floor as first target. "I want to watch you dance lover; would you ask this pretty lady for the first dance while her partner keeps me company?" Greg asked permission and soon led the woman out on the floor. Laura just chatted with her partner and watched the dancers. 

"I want to see how he dances with your wife so I know how far I can go when I ask you to dance with me next. I do hope you are a good dancer." The lady's husband nodded and agreed.

Greg and the lady became more and more familiar in their dance. By second dance, both were using their hands on each other in acceptably intimate accompaniment. "He's very good with wives; I know that for a fact." Laura got a questioning look; his hand covered her left. "I'm actually his secretary, but we have been lovers for almost a year."

"Where's your husband tonight?"

"At his own party."

"Oh!"

"Shall we join them and show them how to have a good time dancing?"

Laura led to the dance floor with her new friend in trail. He was a very good dancer; his skill flowed through Laura as excitement. She worked her body with athletic rhythm moving in and out; the chains of her bra jangled as did the swords that made her skirt. Laura pressed her body close to her partner when the music stopped and initiated a switch.

Laura and Greg gave dirty dancing a new and even badder name. Their rhythm could easily have been sex, not dancing; they were close enough to fuck. Greg's first partner took the cue and drew her husband close making their own sexual tension. The spontaneous two couple dance team boiled heat and stimulated surrounding dancers. Laura again led a switch, "I want to dance with him again. Treat her just like me for a dance or two."

Laura guided her partner's fingers on a tour of her chains. Once he was familiar with the territory, Laura danced back into his chest and shimmied as male fingers played. Her partner's eyes never left her tits; Laura focused only on Greg and the man's wife. She saw daggers in the wife's eyes, "Don't mess with my man!" Then they softened. Greg had excited lust on his face from the moment she danced her new partner away. He knew well the sexual heat Laura loved to bring to a party. 

Laura turned face on to her dance partner, "Reach through my skirt; the daggers aren't sharp. Give them a show." They finished their dance with Laura humping her daggers into her partner in time with squeeze of hands on her globes.

Outrageous, that's what she wanted. Laura turned so the hands under her skirt were in front. She motioned Greg and wife closer; they each danced a knee inside Laura's thighs. Wife's husband banged his erection through the skirt blades and hard on Laura's ass. Laura was meat between buns; Greg and husband worked left tit, wife did the right. Wife worked tits harder than husband. Laura took the woman's free hand and put through her skirt. The bells were ringing.

Laura worked through the crowd finding adventure wherever. Mostly she stayed hand-in-hand with Greg, and sometimes included him in her adventures. Twice Greg was strictly an observer. They had been mingling and dancing for over an hour when she spotted her prey, a couple on a banquette. Laura handed Greg her glass for a refill; then asked the couple if she could sit between them. They were so stunned by the request that they shifted to make room.

By the time Greg returned with her fresh drink, Laura brought the couple in on her exhibition. Both were playing with her bells. Laura took her glass then directed Greg off to an observer position, "Just watch them get me off Baby." Laura spread her thighs; her skirt blades were pushed to the side. Greg could see perfectly, so could others strolling by. 

The gathering crowd watched a three person sex show for almost ten minutes. At first Laura sipped her drink and enjoyed the climbing stimulation. She would make eye contact with Greg and then let her gaze roam the crowd returning air kisses as they were offered. The couple received real kisses and words of encouragement. Laura was in show off heaven; her breathing quickened.

Greg was in synch with his lover. Unaware, his breathing grew quicker but shallower in time with Laura. He knew the slut part inside her psyche was in overdrive. Laura put her glass on the floor and gave instructions to her accomplices. Each used two fingers for rapid penetration; their thumbs pressed Laura's clit between them. Laura's eyes closed, her head flew back, and she screamed in a loud orgasm yell. Greg wasn't the only man breathing hard and holding an erection when she opened her eyes. Many of the men watching had women helping hold them.

Laura checked Greg's watch; almost eleven and I have to cede control. She wanted one more event. Laura noticed an obviously husband and wife couple leaving the dance floor and moved to intercept them holding Greg by the hand. "Excuse me, my husband often has to watch as I kiss my lover, and I often wonder what he sees. I am going to borrow your guy for a few minutes of kissing. Will you watch us and tell me what it is like?"

The woman was stunned; Greg almost choked. Laura didn't give her target time for reaction; she had her arms around him and lips locked in an instant. At first, Laura led the kiss, but soon her new partner got into the spirit of the moment. The man's hands went into action up and down Laura's back and then to her neck and head. His wife and Greg could see the obvious tongue thrusts into Laura's open mouth. His lips worked down along her neck, into the cleavage between her breasts; then his tongue led lips back to Laura's mouth licking upward along her centerline. They shared a good sexy kiss before turning to their partners.

"You slut! If it wasn't New Years and I suspect you are drunk already, I would poke your eyes out and cut off your lips. And you husband, you better kiss me better than that if you ever want to kiss me again." Greg just watched quietly with a grin; he loved Laura's boldness. 

"That's how you feel; I guess that's how my Baby feels too. Let me have one more kiss to warm him up for you and then my lover and I will watch you."

"It's eleven o'clock and now it's your turn. Do you have something planned?"

"I have a couple of ideas; watching you has given me more. We should have come earlier or maybe stay later than I had planned."

"Do you have something in mind by leaving early", Laura asked?

"The same idea as you I think."

"We will Baby, we will. I was going to save this as a midnight dance surprise, but you get me for January."

> > > - - 

Laura and Greg weren't the only ones having fun tonight. A downtown gallery hosted a party for the art community to usher in a new creative year. Creativity in costume was traditional for this group. Artsy surprised Dan asking him for a date to the art soirée. She insisted that his acceptance had to be conditioned by her taking him shopping for clothes. 

Dan felt self conscious at first in skin tight leather, men's golden dance slippers, and a gold silk scarf at his neck. Dan was sure he would stand out gay as hell, but women seemed to flock to him. Artsy had chosen well, and he complimented her, receiving a warmer than expected kiss in return. Artsy was as extravagantly dressed. Tights and leotard hugged her body, only lightly shrouded by gossamer over drape. She drew as much male attention as Dan did from women.

Artists apparently had less need to express themselves with dance. Conversation seemed to dominate the evening; mostly about new projects for the coming year. Neither Artsy nor Dan made any efforts toward sexual flamboyance; they were quite satisfied making their statement quietly with fashion. There was a small dance crew entertaining with interpretive movement, and they drew an appreciative audience from time to time.

Dan and Artsy stayed close; close enough that Dan felt her breast against his arm almost constantly. He felt comfortable here at this party. I think I am having a better time with Artsy tonight than I would with Laura. That may be disloyal, but it is the truth. We are having fun, a lot of good time fun tonight. Dan knew many people tonight; those he didn't, Artsy introduced.

Periodically, no rhyme or reason apparent, Artsy would turn and wrap Dan in arms for long sensual kisses. Once Dan tried to initiate, but was rebuffed. Artsy was in charge tonight, from asking for the date, picking his clothes, to determining the pace of the evening. Go with the flow Dan, you probably won't get laid tonight, but you never know.

As midnight approached there was a flurry of activity in the gallery to clear the entire floor. A tape deck, of all things, began to play traditional Guy Lombardo Orchestra music and the in crowd art community ushered in the new year slow dancing the waltz and foxtrot. Auld Lang Syne played at midnight to mark a new beginning with tradition. The gallery director announced a short break before the performance piece that would break with tradition.

> > > - - 

Greg began his exhibition hour stimulating Laura's breasts. He pointed toward a tall, muscular black man who was chatting with three young women. "How does the black guy look to you?"

"Like a maidens dream darling, but I should remind you I am not really a maiden."

"Oh, I think I've made you few times lately." The pun earned Greg a sharp poke in the ribs.

"What's not to like about him? A well muscled and very bare chest. Those tights are all he seems to be wearing, and Baby he looks as well endowed as you, maybe even a bit more. There is not a hair on his body that I can see, nothing to get in the way of his good body."

"Maybe I will send you after him next; right now I want to watch you dance with those three young guys over there." Greg pointed to a group of guys in their twenties. 

"You want to watch me do some cradle robbing again?"

"You got it; go get them."

A bold approach should work Laura decided that much as she went to them. Her undulating glide grabbed their attention and they were ready. "My date wants to watch me dance. If you three dance as well as you kiss, I choose you."

"How do you . . .?" Laura's lips stopped that remark. She kissed the man with an open mouth and tongue leading. Laura deliberately clashed his teeth with hers and bent him back.

Laura's aggressive onslaught amused Greg as he watched. When I say go get them, she gets after it. She might fuck them all on the dance floor. Although taken aback by the kiss this strange woman just laid on him, the young man responded appropriately. Soon Laura was bent back, held close to his waist, and was now on the receiving end of her target's lustful kisses. She opened her mouth to receive stimulation. The other two guys did not want to be left aside. Laura's neck was stretched back and available. One of the young men began kissing and biting there, while the other made an ear his target.

Somehow, Laura moved them all to the dance floor. Her kiss partner wore an open front shirt; Laura's hand went inside to feel bare chest. Her other hand worked on buttons of another shirt, neck man's. Girls can play with guy's tits too. Her third dance partner, ear sucker, took up position behind. They didn't even try to follow music; they made their own. Three young guys and a woman put on a dry fuck exhibition for the party; for Laura it was an audience of one.

Feminine hands on male chests invited an equal response. Her eyes and kisses invited fingers under her chains. When Laura pinched, kiss partner and neck man pinched. As they pinched harder, Laura's head snapped back and breath whistled through her lips; her tongue came out. Ear sucker was behind; he reached through and under the sword blades.

"Wow, guess what . . . ." Laura shut him off with an over the shoulder kiss. "Shut up and play the music. Don't say a word." Ear sucker used one, then two and finally three fingers pumping pussy and ringing the lady's bells. Laura pinched kiss and neck hard, and they responded. She was close and getting closer. Even if she doesn't fuck them on the floor in front of everybody, she is getting off big time. Should I let her, or frustrate my lover? Frustration is sweet.

Greg waited until she was almost there, panting like a dog, tongue out. "Thanks for entertaining her guys; I'll take over from here." A quick kiss and then, just she and Greg; no three handed stimulation. "You bastard, I love you. I was almost there. They guy behind me found my bells and was ringing them finger fucking me."

"Looked more like most of his hand to me. Now it's time for your next adventure, are you ready?"

"Yes, how far?"

"Let him lead; take him away from the three women."

"Your chest is flawless, beautiful; it is beautiful in every detail. I'd like to dance close to you, but I am afraid my chains might get in the way."

"Where is the catch?" 

Laura guided his hands between her breasts. He unhooked her easily, but had to twist the rings around her nipples to detach the bra. "Now the skirt." Laura presented a hip. "Take them to your lover for safe keeping. Leave your shoes."

Her dance with three partners was primal sexuality, fucking in dance. With black Adonis, they danced erotic sensuality. Sometimes Laura could feel his touch; other times she only sensed his closeness. For some uncountable minutes, his finger tips turned her cheeks into the most sensitive erogenous zone Laura could remember experiencing. Laura matched his delicate skin strokes by lightly tracing muscles in his torso.

Suddenly he took her hands in his to guide them lower. When he was satisfied with her touch, black Adonis released Laura's hands to their wanderings. "Spread your legs so I can get at your bells." Laura shifted open. "Look only in my eyes; your world is my eyes. He will come for you when it is time."

"Yes, just your eyes and me."

"Do not hold back; scream when you need to scream. Enjoy your sex." Laura gave him everything he asked, and she did scream twice in consuming orgasm. She never moved from his eyes. At last she felt herself passed to Greg for the midnight dance.

"A limousine will be here for us at twelve-thirty. I want to get you in bed as soon as possible."

"Can we take him with us?"

"Not tonight, he is with the three ladies. Maybe some other time. You were fantastic; I love you, love you, love you."

"Mmmmm, I love you my darling Greg. I wouldn't want him without you. I always want you."

> > > - - 

Dan began his New Years dance display a few miles away and shortly after his wife completed her blatant show. "We have a part in the performance piece. Just follow my lead." Artsy placed him as a centerpiece and danced around hm. Dan could feel the soft material of her over gown floating as a mist, enveloping him. Her dance moved in and out, touching and dramatically pulling away. Their finale was as natural and dramatic as it was spontaneous. Unrehearsed, Dan caught her leap into his arms and buried his head into her breast. All felt right as he held the posture and his lady.

Artsy pulled him away, yielding stage to four more dancers. She wrapped him again in her arms and her gown, and they kissed through the next dance sequence. Dan felt himself growing; Artsy felt him grow, but she stayed with him and their intimacy. Two hours into the New Year, their party began to fade. Artsy, Dan and a number of others moved on to an after party in their friend's elegant home.




Always Faithful Ch. 03.6



The two older women entertained more than a dozen friends until dawn. Dan didn't watch any of the New Year's Day bowl games. Artsy's final surprise came in the form of a simple request to their hostess as she and Dan were off to bed, "May I join you tonight?"

"Yes, LeeAnne, come with us. I think that is a delightful idea."

> > > - - 

"I'll hold your things; thank the three ladies for letting you borrow their man for a dance." Laura did kiss each of the ladies and her black Adonis. She made her thanks and farewell; then she and Greg entered the waiting limousine. Laura stayed wrapped in her lover's arms until they arrived home. They sexed until dawn, and slept until mid afternoon.

Saturday afternoon found Dan finally at home. Two days in bed with his lady friend - mentor, and Artsy, left him both exhausted and recovered. Dan knew he had lived through the strangest sexual experience imaginable. Artsy afforded him every sexual liberty, except penetration. His friend directed Dan's exploration of Artsy's body; always drawing him to herself for final coition. Most of the time, Dan couldn't tell whether he was one man making love to two women, or some other permutation of three. The older woman had been in control always.

Now he was alone in his den with a vodka tonic, the television, and NFL playoff games. Greg gets to entertain Laura and I get to watch the playoffs uninterrupted. There is something to be said for a wife having a lover. At halftime Dan fixed another drink; his mind returned to the same thought.. I get to concentrate on football because my wife is living with her lover, her very steady lover. They are more than just lovers even though Laura doesn't like to admit they are. She really has two husbands, and she told me she is spending January with her other husband. The game resumed and refocused Dan's concentration.

The last two minutes of a game can take forever; Dan had time to fix another vodka tonic. She didn't say her other husband; that's what I called Greg. A missed field goal averted overtime. "The next game will start in thirty-five minutes", the announcer said. Dan fixed a snack. The past year has been full of surprises; I wonder what this year will be like? A previously faithful and committed couple, one Mrs. Laura and Mr. Dan, have become sexual libertarians. Mrs. Laura, my loving wife, has a full time lover. Stranger than that, Mr. Dan, good old straight arrow Dan, has made love with three different women in the last month, four if you count what Artsy and I did in bed two days with our friend as making love.

Dan watched the second game, did some housework, and had one more vodka tonic. He let his mind clear about his personal life and concentrated on the television spectacle. It worked every time, Dan thought. ESPN and vodka tonic is an elixir without parallel. 

While Dan was watching football, Laura was cooking dinner for her other man. She had just put the salmon steaks in the oven to bake. Everything would be ready in forty-five minutes. She smiled to herself and then worked the snap on her slacks. Panties followed the slacks to a puddle beneath her feet. "Greg Baby, I need you." Greg found her leaning on the counter looking over her shoulder for his approach. "You haven't screwed me in the kitchen this year. We have at least forty minutes." Greg's clothes joined hers on the floor and they fucked hard as the salmon baked.

For both of the men in her life, and to a lesser extent Laura as well, December is a down time at work. January begins a new year in earnest in the office. Greg was always busy to the point of overload. She knew Dan would be work busy too. Laura found a loving pleasure to another side of her affair. She really became Greg's housewife. Living with him for the whole month is very different from being here just for the weekend. I like, really like, going to bed with Greg at night and waking in his arms in the morning.

Laura rarely thought of Dan as husband the first week. Dan was only aware that Laura wasn't there for him at bedtime. Greg actually moved a thought of her husband to the forefront. "When is that thing Dan has planned for Portrait? It's sometime later this month, isn't it?"

"Yes, the twenty somethingth I think. I better call Dan and check. It wouldn't do for the model not to show."

"We need to decide where we are going to hang the portrait he gave us."

Laura called her husband at work the next day so she could answer the question her other husband raised. Hi Baby, how are you? I've missed you. – Of course I have. A little bit anyway. – Beside just hearing your voice and talking to you, I wanted to check on the soiree for Portrait. – Okay, that's a good idea, lunch or dinner? - Tomorrow night then, see you. I love you.

"I have a husband who looks almost as sexy as you; may I join you?"

"Hey Baby, come on in. Let me kiss you for your sexy husband." As they ate dinner, they realized they hadn't spent a lot of time just for each other since Thanksgiving. Dan and Laura had life catch up to do before talking about the Portrait party. Dan found a particular fascination with his wife's tale of dancing with Black Adonis at her party. I wonder if Greg was experiencing how I sometimes feel? I will have to ask if the opportunity comes up.

Laura was equally fascinated when Dan talked about his New Year's party and aftermath adventures. "I guess we both had fun on our own this year."

"I don't think I would call you with Greg and me with Artsy and friends on our own, but yes we both had a good time." Laura and Dan were sharing an after dinner brandy and coffee before they began talking about their upcoming party. I'm glad Dan finally got Artsy in bed, even if they didn't go all the way. From his story, they did everything but all. Mrs. Patron is one heck of an old broad. "I know you want January with Greg, but you are as much a part of this as Portrait, even more."

The discussion seemed more like a negotiation, maybe sparring, than husband and wife working out details for a formal party in two weeks. At basic level the issues: what house, what bed, and with which partner Laura would sleep the nights before and of the party. Laura wanted to attend as guest; Dan thought wife was appropriate. Wife meant their bed room, and wearing her wedding ring set. "I'll never balk at wearing your rings Baby; you were the one who first took them off my finger." Dan touched her ruby ring. "I have another hand. I would like to wear it on my right, but for you I will leave it off that night." 

Dan thought for a moment, "No, wear it, but on your right hand."

"Let's talk guest list before returning to January. I would like to invite my VP, would that bother you?" The guest list proved easy. Both decided on a few neighbors, friends and managers from their office, and a few close social friends. Dan, of course, would invite Artsy and the two older women. Laura decided she would ask Mrs. Jacobs if she and her husband might be interested.

"I guess everyone is going to know what my naked body looks like after this; that won't bother you any, will it Baby?"

"Back to January and where you will be."

"I offer a compromise about January. I'll come back home, certainly the day before to help get things ready, maybe even mid week. I will move into the guest room." Dan nodded and relaxed. "My compromise is that I want to be with Greg; he will move in with me while I am here for the party."

"No, no, no, no!"

"Yes; my yes is as firm as your no", Laura countered.

"You bring Greg home on your cum breath. You bring Greg home in your pussy. I accept that."

"Accept hell, some days you look forward to finding him. I've been denying you for the last month by not bringing Greg's cum home on me as much as you like."

"You haven't been home much the last month or you would have him on you. I know you."

"Let's not fight Baby, not about this. Please?"

"Please let you fuck him? Fuck him in our home? Do you want to fuck him in our bed?"

"I told you I would take the guest room; I think I am being reasonable."

"Laura, I love you. I accept you being with Greg. I accept you fucking and sucking him. I accept you living with him for weeks at a time as his wife. I will not accept you fucking with Greg in our house, in our bed. That is a betrayal of our marriage."

"What if I do? If I fuck him in our house, am I still your wife? If I suck him in the guest room and come straight to you with a kiss, am I still your wife? If I fuck him on your side of the bed and leave wet spots for you to sleep in, have I been unfaithful?"

Dan heard her; watched as she spat taunts at him. He boiled and boiled. "No Laura, don't do this, please I beg you, don't."

"Let's leave it before it gets worse Baby; it's late and we both have to work tomorrow."

"You're right. Go to your other home. Sleep with your other husband tonight. Tell Greg I am being unreasonable. We can talk later in the week." Laura stared at her husband with an exasperated expression. I will get my way; sooner or later I will get my way. "Walk me to my car Dan, please."

Greg resolved the dilemma with lawyerly skill. "Dan still doesn't know that you fucked Portrait all the time he was painting you, does he?"

"No, that is our secret for which I paid your price."

"Good, I will give everyone what they want, and you will say nothing but yes."

"Yes? Tell me how."

"You are the hostess, so you will move back home and be a proper hostess. I am your lover, so you will wear all of the jewelry I have given you."

"Proudly wear, darling."

"I have no intention of fucking you in your guest room, now or ever."

"All you want is me to wear your jewelry? What do I get?"

"When I fuck you in Dan's home it will be in your marital bed. We will leave wet spots on both sides. I may just leave you there fucked out for Dan to find, but I will make that decision, not you."

"I can live with that; your legal skills are impeccable sir."

"I am not through yet. Since Portrait is guest of honor, and you are both hostess and honoree, you will have sex with him in your guest room at least once. If you can you will both suck him and fuck him. I will punish you when you return to me."

"I love you, I truly do love you Greg."

"Call Dan tomorrow and tell him as much as you have to tell him."

The party for Portrait and Laura was a smashing success. At Laura's suggestion, Portrait occupied the guest room while Laura slept with her husband. Both Old Jacobs and his wife complimented Laura profusely. Mrs. Jacobs even gave her a sly wink standing next to her husband, and spoke of her admiration directly to Laura in private.

The jewelry problem was resolved in true football fashion. Laura offered to let Dan flip the coin, but he suggested a third party. Dan, Artsy and Laura met at Gilley's with Artsy flipping a half dollar and Dan calling heads. "Tails, you win Laura. How do you want to resolve the jewelry issue?" With laughter and hugs all around, Laura announced that she would wear Dan's wedding ring and Greg's ruby on her left hand, and her engagement ring on her right. Each man would decorate her body with the other jewelry she would wear. Dan was satisfied with the compromise, and they dropped Artsy at her home before going home themselves.

Laura fucked Portrait twice the day before the event, and once Saturday afternoon. Greg discovered her successful indiscretion as he placed her clip and then covered it with a sheer thong. "How many times?"

"Three, so far."

"Good, I will have fun making you pay."

"Kiss me and then send Dan up." Dan decorated Laura with the diamond ear rings and necklace. He also helped her into her red dress. "I only kissed him Baby, that's all we did."

"I know you wanted more, thank you."

"I wanted to at least suck him, but I didn't. Are you sure you don't want a cum breath kiss tonight?"

Laura enlisted Mrs. Patron unbeknownst as an accomplice. She accompanied Dan around the law firm staff talking up Dan's art at work project. Laura pulled Portrait into the powder room for a quick BJ. As the affair was winding down, Dan held her hand and whispered in her ear. "If you really want to Baby, not pushing but if you want to, you can give me a kiss later tonight." Laura walked her lover to his car as the last guest to leave. "I won't kiss you tonight, you know why. Fuck my mouth like this slut deserves before you send me back to Dan."

Laura got off her knees and brushed driveway dirt from her kneecaps. "I am going to go fuck my husband blind until he passes out."

"Then what?"

"I am going to get Portrait down in front of my portrait and fuck and suck him before I go to bed."

"Tell me the final score Monday so I can tally your punishment." 

"I love you; I will call tomorrow and be with you Monday." Dan was waiting in bed for his kiss.

Portrait, Dan and Laura had a leisurely brunch in the den with the fireplace burning. They talked of last night's affair and then Portrait bid farewell. "Thank you for last night Baby, I appreciate you being here for me. Thank Greg too, for working out our disagreement."

"I will thank him Monday, for helping. Shall I thank him for anything else?"

"That can be between us don't you think?"

"I love you Baby."

"What time are you leaving?"

"I thought I should stay and clean up."

"I have a service coming in Monday; you can be with Greg this afternoon."

Dan watched football and drank vodka tonic Sunday afternoon. Greg collected the first installment for Laura's weekend indiscretions with Portrait. She recounted every sex act in detail as her lover used his belt on her bottom. "I will save telling about fucking Dan until tomorrow night. I want to make sure you have a good excuse to do me like this again."

Dan was pleasantly surprised Thursday afternoon. His secretary came to the VP's office with a message that Laura needed to talk with him. "Baby, could you meet me for lunch tomorrow; meet Greg and I? Something has come up, and I want to talk to both of you about it together."

"Sure, how about a hint?"

"Wait until tomorrow; it will wait."

"Laura, you didn't forget . . .?"

"God no, not that ever. Interesting news; that's all. Don't worry about bad news."

Over lunch in Greg and Laura's private alcove, Laura explained the news from Business Lady. "They want me to come to San Francisco either late next week or the following week to discuss a part time position as their "Marketing Consultant to the Legal Community". Both Dan and Greg had to call back to their offices to clear their afternoon calendars. They spent all afternoon and into the early evening talking pros, cons, possibilities and opportunities.

Laura called Business Lady and let them know she would be coming to see them soon, but had to clear some details before travel plans could finalize. Laura was beside herself with excitement. "If I promise not to do a repeat of the last time we had a three way date, could I get my two men to take me dancing tonight?" Laura's request stopped conversation. 

This time Dan proposed the compromise. "I would rather make it Saturday night; how about you Greg?"

Laura spent the first week of February in San Francisco. Greg put her on her departing flight, and Dan picked her up on return. She called both men every night from her hotel. "It's February and I am so glad to be home. We have a lot to talk about. Take me home and make love to me tonight, and then we can talk about my trip for the next few days."

It took three days of detailed discussion to work through the ramifications of the Business Lady offer. As soon as Dan understood the impact, he insisted Greg be brought into their discussions. BL was not offering Laura a fluff job. She would have access to senior management and the board of directors. They were clear that they wanted to work something out so Laura would keep a modified job at her law firm plus work for BL part time. It was Greg who suggested that Old Jacobs might be the key player. 

"Well, that works for me then; I am in good with Mrs. Old Jacobs." Greg volunteered to take the lead role with the law firm on details. 

Dan relished throwing a last wrinkle into Laura's mixed up life. "You realize Greg; you will have to break in a new secretary."

"Not that way you don't. There will be no new secretary break in duties while I am around."

"Who will help clean up under my desk?" Greg got a slap, and both men earned kisses.

Finally Laura and Dan had a whole evening to themselves. Laura knew they still had a lot to talk about. Laura brought home a case of champagne, Greg's favorite brand of champagne. "I do like this brand as a change up from Piper."

"It is nice, isn't this Greg's favorite?"

"Yes, that's why I picked it tonight."

"Is that significant?"

"Taking the offer from BL will change things between Greg and I. I will not let their offer ruin my affair. I hope you understand that much."

Dan considered what Laura was saying, but didn't respond at first. 

"If I work in another part of the firm, and Greg gets a new secretary, I won't be with Greg every day."

"Yes, I understand. What are you going to do about that?"

"We will have to work it out, all three of us. I will probably want to have more dates to make up for less daily contact."

"You've given it some thought, haven't you?"

"I thought of little else all the way home."

"We can work it out. I know Greg is important to you. We will work it out."

"Thank you Baby."

"I want you to think about something though. I want you to think about you and me, Dan and Laura, husband and wife. I don't want to talk tonight, but I do think we need to talk about us soon." 

Laura looked at her husband through her glass. She watched the bubbles rise past a familiar face distorted by the wave pattern of champagne. My secret, or should I share with my husband? Dan has been with me always. As hard as I have pushed him, he has been by my side. Baby, would you bring more champagne? There is one more thing I want to talk about tonight."

"I agree we need to talk about us. Make no mistake about anything I do or say, you are the most important man to me. Not tonight, but soon we will take whatever time we need to devote to Dan and Laura. I love you and I know that you love me. I don't want to threaten our love for each other."

"I am glad to hear you say that. There have been times this past year when I have wondered if that was still true. Is that what you want to talk about tonight?"

"No, not that at all. Let's just drink champagne for a minute; I will start talking when I am ready. I have a few more details about my trip to tell."

Laura finished her glass and handed it over for a refill. "Liaison and young Legal Counsel met me at the airport when I arrived. They checked me into my hotel before we went to the Business Lady office. The three of us had dinner that evening at a nice seafood place across the bridge in Sausalito. Liaison left us and Legal Counsel drove me back to the hotel."

"My suite was incredible, even better than the one we had. The view was beautiful. Legal Counsel had two gifts waiting for me. One was champagne. You might be glad to know his brand is Piper too."

"He has good taste."

"Yes, he does."

"What was the other gift?"

"Do you remember when we walked by the lake in the park last summer?"

"What! What are you talking about?"

"We walked and talked. You skipped rocks across the lake. We sat on a park bench and you asked me a question. Do you remember the question?"

"I don't, but you obviously do. What was the question?"

"You asked me since I was cheating on you, would I eventually cheat on Greg."

"Now I sort of remember; did you?"

"Yes!"

"Tell me!"




Always Faithful Ch. 03.6



"The other gift was a black negligee. I modeled it for him as we drank champagne, and then wore it as we made love that first night." Dan's jaw dropped and his eyes widened. "Legal Counsel spent the night with me. We made love the first time; we had animal sex the second."

"Oh my god, you are getting to be a slut, aren't you? Just the first night?"

"No, every night. He spent every night in my bed. Twice he was with me while I called you and then Greg."

"Does Greg know?"

"No, and I have no intention of telling him."

"You are cheating on Greg, but telling me makes you faithful, doesn't it?"

"Yes, it does. I am faithful to you." 

Dan laughed, "I love you Baby; you are something else. I have one last question and then let's go to bed."

"What's the question?"

"You fucked Portrait, didn't you? I could see it in his painting." 

This time Laura laughed, "Greg asked me the same question."

"Did you answer him?"

"Yes, I answered Greg's question."

"And the answer was?" Laughing again, Laura told Dan she answered that question once and once was enough. "Will you wear the black negligee for me tonight?"

"That's another question, but yes I will. Let's go to bed; I'll wear my sex gown and you can fuck me just the way Legal Counsel fucked me every night in San Francisco."



Always Faithful Ch. 04.1



Author's Notes: First and foremost, Always Faithful is a work of fiction; no characters depict any known persons. To the best of the author's knowledge, there is no women's clothing manufacturer by the name of Business Lady. Always Faithful is about half complete and this fourth section tells a story of the most troubling year Laura and Dan face in their married life. Because of its length, this part of the story will be segmented as was three.

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Four -- Year of Turmoil -- 4.1 Laura at Business Lady - Mrs. Patron and Daniel

Winter days can be beautiful, sunny and crisp with little wind. Winter days can be miserable, gloomy, rainy and cold. Dan and Laura hoped for the former when they made plans to have their Sunday brunch at one of the nice hotels in town. When they awakened, they found the weather gods frowning. "I tell you what Baby, you stay in bed and I will go down and get things started. I don't feel like venturing out on a day like this."

"How about if we play cave man, my husband? If you make the fire, I will cook."

Dan quickly accepted his wife's proposal and headed for the den. Within half an hour they were curled up in front of the fireplace sipping mimosas to pretend it was spring. "It's been some year, Baby, we have had things going on that I don't think I ever could imagine."

"Yeah, Dan, you are right about that much. I never knew you were so interested in the art world. I always thought you were faithful to football and basketball."

"I can still get worked up about a touchdown, but I really have come to enjoy art and being around artists."

"I'm glad, Baby; I really am glad. I know I haven't always been easy to live with this past year. Not easy at all for you."

Dan squeezed his wife's hand, "No you haven't, but I mostly managed. Artsy helps, and my other friends."

"Mrs. Patron too."

"Yes, she is special; she's a very interesting old broad."

"I wouldn't mind having her for a role model when I get that old."

"Will you still have lovers when you reach her age?"

"Look at it this way, with two lovers you both will last longer."

Dan couldn't resist a jab. "Two lovers plus a pinch hitter every now and then."

"Is pinch hitter football or basketball?"

Dan couldn't help but laugh, "In football it's called special teams."

"I like that; I can be special for a team, can't I?"

"And in basketball it's the sixth man."

"Oh yes, I've danced with three; I think I could try to find something to do with six men."

"I'm sure you could, more mimosa please." Dan added another log to the fire while Laura refreshed their drinks.

Laura sat and positioned Dan so he was looking into her eyes. "I want to say something about this past year, Baby. I know I have hurt you at times. I am not going to say I didn't mean to. When I said things to hurt you about me with Greg, I always knew I was being cruel, hurting you with my words. I want you to believe this much; I never planned to hurt you, but sometimes I just felt compelled."

Dan just stared into his wife's eyes; he had no response he could make. Laura took silence as right of continuance. "I am sure I will strike out at you in the future, almost certain; I have to, it is in me to protect my affair." Dan kept his eyes on Laura for a moment and then they dropped. He still said nothing. "I want you to know, especially at the moments I hurt you most, that our love for each other and our marriage together is the most important thing in my life." Dan kept his eyes down, but Laura could see a relaxed grin at the corner of his lips.

Laura switched topics to her new job. "Greg has most of the details worked out; we spent an hour Friday afternoon going over them. Do you want me to fill you in?"

"Of course, I think you must."

"Cost you a mimosa and a kiss before I tell all."

"I'll raise; a mimosa and two kisses."

"My other husband, as you choose to refer to him, got our best tax guy in on the negotiations. He wanted to work out a self-employed deal, but BL wanted me to be an employee and so did I. I overruled my legal team. BL agreed to adjust my salary to make things come out equal. I will make more in the week to ten days a month I work for BL than I do now. Even better, I will make more now with the firm working less. That is thanks to Old Jacobs wife."

Laura continued telling of her new developments. "You now sleep with royalty, Baby. I have titles with both firms. At the law firm, I am now Executive Assistant to the Partners Committee. With BL, I am Special Marketing Consultant to the Board of Directors. I get first class air travel, a furnished apartment in San Francisco, all BL wardrobe provided, plus a salary beginning at $100,000 per year not prorated. How's that?"

"I think I will have Greg negotiate my next salary review."

"There's more. At the firm, my new position includes a raise to fifteen percent over what I am making full time for a part time position."

"I may quit my job and become a house husband just to let you support me."

"I almost could."

"Do you have to screw the legal counsel a certain number of times to get all these goodies?"

"No Baby, he's a fringe benefit."

"You are a slut; I love you though."

"I'm already earning my keep at BL. I made my first suggestion while I was out there."

"What was your suggestion, oh brilliant marketing guru?"

"Lingerie and shoes. I reminded them that all women like to feel they are dressing special. When their outerwear is prescribed by custom and policy, lingerie and shoes become items of individual expression. They have begun exploring marketing agreements with two Italian firms. I got an email from Liaison Friday."

"Congratulations Baby, you deserve everything you get."

"Greg negotiated the deal, but nothing would be possible, they never would have asked me, if I hadn't been with you." Laura jumped into her husband's lap and showered hugs and kisses all over her Baby's face.

"Do you go out there again to sign the deal?"

"Yeah, in two weeks. I'll be out there for ten days; leave on Sunday and come back the Wednesday after."

"If today wasn't such a dreary day, I would take you out tonight to celebrate."

"I have a better idea. Put a couple of more logs on the fire, and then we can make love right here all afternoon."

"I like your great ideas."

"Could I make one small request, a favor so to speak."

"Sure Baby, what do you want."

"Since I made love with you in the sexy negligee Legal Counsel bought just for me, would you buy me something equally sexy that I can take to wear just for him?"

"Slut! Go put it on and I will fuck your brains loose here by the fire. I'll buy two you can wear for him."

"Oh geez Baby, you are getting good at this; I'm gonna keep you."

"I'll light a fire every Sunday until summer and we can fuck the day away right here."

"Yeah, you're almost as good as Greg; on the Sunday's I am with him you can invite Artsy to share your fire."

"Greg doesn't have a fireplace, does he?"

"No but he has something better than a fireplace; he has a fire hose." Dan felt a solid grip on his cock get even tighter.

"Come to me Baby, put your head right here and suck on Momma's nipple. I'll just hold you and talk to you while you suck." Dan accepted her invitation and snuggled close; his lips latched on the offered nipple and he sucked it deep. Laura wrapped an arm close to hold him. Dan could feel the fabric of her gown cover his head, and then her grip tightened once more on cock. Laura squeezed him hard.

Laura began whispering direct into Dan's ear, "You have a nice cock, Baby; a very nice cock indeed." Dan groaned at his wife's words and touch; he sucked harder. "Greg is only a little bit longer." Dan mashed his face into Laura's breast. "He's only a little bit longer than you, than your cock, but his is much, much thicker. That is one reason I like his cock just a little better than yours. He stretches me." Dan used his lips to pull Laura's nipple even deeper into his mouth.

"That's it Baby, suck while I squeeze your nice cock." Laura held her Baby close, "Suck Baby, suck hard. When I hold Greg like this he likes to bite. Greg bites and you suck. He uses his teeth better than you." Laura hummed in Dan's ear while enjoying his suction. She kept a rhythmic squeeze hold on cock. "I should let you have my ass more; your slim Dan cock should be great back there."

"Bite my tit for me Baby, bite it like Greg does. I love to be with Greg when he is in a mood to bite hard on my nipples." Laura wasn't above stretching the truth to build excitement. "My Greg just takes my ass when he wants it; he really stretches me out with his oh so thick cock."

"I could take yours with ease, especially after Greg has had my ass, has stretched me completely."

"Are you ready Baby, almost ready to spit on Momma's belly?" Laura released her husband's head and reached lower; she squeezed hard and pulled cock with her left hand. "Stay on my tit when you come, Baby; stay on my tit and suck hard. You can use your teeth if you need to." Laura jabbed her middle finger into Dan's ass without warning or lubrication. She sunk deep, half a finger in, as she pulled and stretched his cock. Dan screamed into her breast and finally did bite down well behind her nipple. "Ahhh, that was good Baby; I love to make you cum like this." Laura moaned. "Rub your cum into my belly and then go bring another bottle of champagne."

"Does Greg really just take your ass?"

"Yes, he loves to fuck my ass hard."

"He must stretch you open. You rarely let me have your ass."

"I know, I save it mostly for my lover because he enjoys fucking me there so much. Sometimes I even encourage him; I offer Greg my ass if he doesn't just take me that way."

Dan groaned aloud; she just gave another example of Greg's primacy over her husband. "Do you suck him?"

"Of course I do, you know that. You've tasted him on me many times."

"I mean after."

"After he has fucked my ass? Yes, I do; I often do that, almost always. Does that bother you, Baby?" Dan didn't answer. They drank champagne and watched the fire without speaking for a while. "I love you Baby, I really do love you; you are a very good lover."

"Thank you; you're not the only lady to tell me I'm a skilled lover. Do you know that?"

"Which of your other partners has praised your skills?"

"My older friend has several times; once she toasted my ability to her friend and Artsy."

"The more I meet her, and everything you tell me about her, I appreciate her zest for life. She has very good judgment too, about you as a lover."

"But still you like to tease me, don't you?"

"Baby, I wasn't teasing you at all; I rarely tease you."

"Comparing me to Greg wasn't teasing?"

"No Baby, I wasn't teasing in the least. When I was holding you just now, holding you, talking to you, loving being with you and getting so excited; everything I said to you was true. Greg has a longer and thicker cock. I like the things he does to my body when he fucks me with that bigger cock. I love that my lover is better in bed, or anywhere else we fuck, than my husband. He is better for me, and he should be better. If Greg wasn't better than you, if I had a lover who wasn't your sexual superior, I would be cheating on you. I would be unfaithful. Everything I said to you was true and I got excited telling you the truth. I got excited because you got excited listening to the truth about my better lover."

Laura reached in and found Dan hard again, stone hard after three orgasms. "Let's finish this bottle and then our weekend chores."

Dan wasn't quite sure how to interpret his wife's point of view. He needed time to think about what she said. Taking her glass, he poured more champagne and changed subjects. "Your portrait is lonely in the living room."

"Huh, you have something in mind, don't you?"

"We use the living room maybe three or four times a year; I have been thinking about converting it to an art gallery. How does that sound to you?" They talked until the champagne ran dry about converting their living room to a gallery space.

Laura agreed and turned the project over to Dan with one suggestion. "Think about portraits of your other ladies to go up next to mine. They can be my ladies in waiting."

"Are they waiting to take me off your hands when you go to your lover?"

Laura laughed at the suggestion and then talked about portraits of her men on an opposite wall. Out of the blue, Dan asked, "What about your San Francisco lover? How does he compare?"

Caught off guard, Laura didn't answer immediately. She fingered the seduction gift Legal Counsel had given. Stay with the truth. "He is not as good a lover as either of my men here; you and Greg are both better. If I can't do without either of you for a week or so, he will do and I'll keep looking. You've done well with an older lover; maybe the president or chief financial officer would like to visit my apartment for an evening."





Always Faithful Ch. 04.1



"Laura, this is my friend Sig."

"Welcome to my new home away from home." At Liaison's suggestion, Laura had turned a shopping list over to the concierge yesterday. Brunch was croissants, fruit and juice, plus coffee. Laura included a case of Greg's favorite champagne to keep his presence in her life.

"Laura, I can't stand the suspense any longer. As soon as we finish this glass you must open those gifts."

The first package contained a cream colored gown and peignoir set; a pair of low heeled, satin and fluff slippers almost matched in color. Laura held the gown in front of her as she modeled spinning and flipping the light fabric. "This is made for sex, pure and simple, but elegant, sex. The fabric was very sheer chiffon. Although the fabric hid little, the gown had a long slit from hem to barely below the hip. The slit was obviously in place for unhindered access. A lightly fitted bodice with wide set satin straps and a vee that matched the slit below covered the wearer's breasts but left them available too.

"Wow, you're right, nothing but sex. Honey, her husband bought that for her; you better be taking notes."

"Can I ask her to model for us?" Significant asked the essential male question.

"No, you can not ask her to model!" Significant's lover provided the authoritative answer. "Your husband does have great taste in women's clothes, Laura."

"I'll give him your compliment when I talk to him later. Shall we open the next one?"

In addition to the gown set, Dan also selected a pair of lounging pajamas. Not at all sheer or open cut, the sexy nature of his outfit came from colors. A dark maroon base color was accented with earthy orange triangles of color aimed directly at the most erogenous parts of a woman's body. The pants were high waisted to emphasize leg length. The top piece draped fully to cover completely. A bolero cape covering the shoulders completed this bit of sleepwear. "Give me a minute to change and I can model this one safely."

Liaison appreciated the lounging outfit. "You could hostess a dinner party wearing that, and then get screwed without changing clothes."

"You're right, it's very practical. Do you want to borrow my husband to teach Significant how to shop?" Significant raised his hands in surrender. "Come here girl; let's show your guy a trick. Stand behind me and give me your hands." Laura whispered softly to Liaison. Laura started Liaison's hands upward, but the young woman needed little guidance.

"See how practical this is, Significant, and totally sexy. I have a pair of nice soft boobies in my hands, but you can't really see anything." Liaison gave a squeeze and Laura purred softly.

"You don't mind if I borrow your girl's hands for minute, do you?" Laura spoke softly just to her friend, "Nipples, pull them out, stretch them for me."

"Hold your top down tight so I can show him." The women put on a non-showing show for Significant and he loved it.

"Your husband must be a great guy; the next time he comes with you the four of us have to get together. What is he doing this weekend?"

"I think he has an art opening this afternoon, other than that just around the house stuff. Next weekend he is with a lady friend."

"He being with a lady friend is okay with you?"

"Oh yes, she is great. I want to be just like her when I get to be sixty-five."





Always Faithful Ch. 04.1



Dan pulled out a charcoal pinstripe suit. If men's wear, the boss would select this suit for important meetings. A silver silk blouse with a reverse to the suit pinstripe accompanied the outfit. The look was feminine and powerful; it would be perfect for tomorrow's lunch. "Wear your diamond studs in your ears and your wedding rings, no other jewelry." Dan caught Laura's look. "You can wear Greg's ring if you wish; they all know."

When Laura returned home at day's end, Dan's curiosity jumped up immediately. "How did it go?"

"Great, they all loved me, at least my outfit. You are the women's clothing guru. I told my San Francisco friend, Liaison, that the next time you came to BL with me I would have you take her significant aside for shopping tips."

"I may come with you sometime soon; they are my client too, remember?" Laura sat on her Baby's lap, "Not they, I -- I am your client too."

"I don't kiss all of my clients, and you're the only one I go to bed with."

"No comment. Let me shift subjects. Do you remember a few months ago when I told you Greg needed me?"

"I do, but it seems like he has had you as much as I have lately. Does he want more of you, your mind and your body?" Laura had to chuckle, she knew Greg would take all of her body he could get, her mind too. She knew Greg wanted all of everything about her even as he accepted reality. "What I am saying Baby, is right now I need more time with Greg."

Dan didn't respond; he just looked at his wife as he held her in his lap. He didn't lock eyes and try to stare Laura down. Dan was being quietly reflective of his wife's request. An outside observer might think he didn't hear me; I know better. I hoped for gentle agreement. Dan finally asked, "When do you go to San Francisco?"

"Two weeks, I leave two weeks from Sunday for another ten day trip." Laura's quick, factual response seemed to tell Dan she had already made her decision.

"Do I get any time? Do we get any time together?" Laura knew she hadn't fully considered Dan's what about me feelings. Her mind pushed I want to be with Greg thoughts to the top of the list competing for time. Dan needs me and I need Dan, but I want Greg more than I need Dan. "My new job with BL is a crapper, time wise, isn't it Baby?" Dan didn't respond, but Laura felt his arms tighten on her. "While I am out there this trip, I will spend my evenings trying to work everything out. I know we need each other and it is my responsibility to make time for us too."

Now Dan's response just shot out of his mouth, "The evenings Legal Counsel isn't fucking you?" Dan's accusation bounced; Laura laughed it off. "That was only my first trip Baby. We fucked every night that first trip, but I only fucked him twice last time. I will make time while I am in San Francisco to think about us." For Laura, Dan's needs fit an us context; Laura's needs had a place in the me folder of her mind.

They talked for a while longer about time needs until Laura offered her plan. "We'll be together here through Sunday; we can do our brunch in front of the fire or go out, your choice. I'll go home with Greg after work Monday. You can ask for a date next weekend one night, and I will gladly say yes. By the time I get back from BL, Sunday's might be nice enough to brunch outside. How does that sound?" Dan knew he could get more from Laura, but he wasn't up for a fight. "It's not much, but I will live with it; okay by me."

"At least everyone gets a little bit, Baby."

"I'm so glad to be back home with you darling; the last few times have seemed just visiting to me. Thank goodness Dan agreed that I could be with you until I leave for San Francisco again."

"How did you get him to say yes?"

"I told Dan I would accept his request for a date Saturday night."

"I don't know about my woman dating another man, I may put you in a chastity belt, or at least a girdle to protect my turf."

"I have a better suggestion. Fuck me so often and so good until then that I won't even think of sex with another man, not even my husband."

"Undress and let's get started; do a strip show for me. Imagine I am one of those three hunks at the New Year's party, better yet your Black Adonis." Laura turned on a private music tape in her mind; her body picked up the spirit of the song she heard. Greg's den was her stage; she used the room and most of the furniture as props. For ten minutes she danced slowly around the room. Laura danced with an imaginary partner; twice she took her lover in her arms and danced. Both times, when Greg tried to possess, she pushed him away.

Three times in her dance Laura almost removed her suit jacket, but it still hung loosely on her shoulders when she handed her skirt over to Greg. Now Laura could bend and spread her legs. The music in her mind changed tempo; she added a heavy base beat. Laura bent to a chair arm with ass cheeks high. At first panties gave modest coverage, but not for long. Greg watched as his dancer wedged all of the nylon into her crease. Bent over as she was, fully clothed except for the missing skirt, Greg saw nylons, a garter strap on each leg disappearing under upper clothing, and two bare ass-cheeks in constant motion.

I have to fuck that ass and I want her now. Laura saw Greg begin to move in, "Stop, it's my dance." She straightened and removed both jacket and blouse. Her dance continued. Now she was next to her partner; Laura held his wrists away so Greg couldn't touch. Her body was in motion only inches from her lover; she air fucked him humping flesh hard toward his, but never allowing contact.

With a quick turn, "My bra, take it off so you can see my tits." Laura faced her man and shook her chest as wildly as possible. Greg's eyes glued to the jiggling breasts; he didn't notice Laura's hands working lower until they reached to clutch his hands once more. Looking down he saw Laura's panties stuffed completely into her pussy. They had disappeared from view. Laura moved Greg's hands to her hips before she spoke to him. "Now, tear them off and fuck me!"

"I don't need to imagine young boys or Black Adonis to get excited fucking you. You are the best lover for me, the very best man I have ever had."

"All compliments accepted from the woman I love. Your stockings are ruined; let's get them off. You can get on top and try to give me rug burn for our next fuck."

"How about a drink before we start again; I am thirsty." Greg made a big production fixing something different. "Are you trying to get me drunk with a martini?"

"I don't need to get you drunk to lower your inhibitions; you have none that I have found."

"You're right; fuck my ass next. Take me hard so I will feel it all day at work tomorrow."

Laura was sexually sated when she finished showering Saturday afternoon. Dan would be coming for their date in two hours; she had time to dress at a leisurely pace. I may not be up to sex with Dan even if he wants me. I can't believe what Greg and I have done this week. At least twice every day, and six times since we got home from work yesterday. Laura began working her makeup. She needed time to cover all of the bruises that would otherwise show. Another thought came on her; is Greg getting possessive?

"Hubba hubba darling, you must want to really impress your date tonight."

Laura grinned, "Maybe he will be so dazzled by the look he won't notice I'm used goods underneath. Fix me a drink, please." Greg gave her a glass of wine. "Dan's friends in the art world can wear some incredible clothes. I don't want to look like last year's drapes, especially since we are going to an opening at Artsy's place."

"I hear the sound of female jealousy; anything else planned, that sounds like an early evening to me?"

"I'm sure we will go out somewhere after the gallery, maybe with his friends. I need to spend some quality time with Dan too."

"Your life is complicated."

"You're telling me; you helped negotiate the deal. Any last does, don'ts and words of wisdom? My date should be here soon."

"No, I'll trust you, but I will spank you when you get home anyway. If you don't do anything, I know you will at least think about trouble."

"You can have my ass to punish anytime."

"Having your ass is pleasure."

Greg walked Laura to the door and helped with her fur. He took Dan's offered hand with some formality. "Don't keep her out too late, young man. Even though tomorrow isn't a school day, she still has homework."

"I will try to have her home early so she can get started on her home work, Sir."

"You men think you are so funny. Let's go Baby."

"I'm glad I decided to dress up tonight; I've only met your friend Artsy a couple of times and she always dresses dramatically."

"Would you believe, the first time I met her she was in blue jeans and a sweater. She looked good, of course, but nothing dramatic at all. She does have a flair for style."

"She has done well upgrading your dress casual look."

"It took some getting used to, at first I thought her choices made me look gay, but I know that's not me."

"I can get on the witness stand for that, Baby."

Laura followed her usual gallery drill; circle and scan the walls, find the wine source for a glass, and finally look for the artist to pay a compliment. After that, circulate trying to find conversation. She remembered meeting Portrait as Dan's consort to one of these events. Laura's pussy gave a shiver thinking about the fun she had posing. With wine glass in hand, the next task was to locate her date in the crowd. Something is different about Dan tonight; Laura wondered why others were reacting toward her husband differently. She decided it must have something to do with Artsy, or possibly Mrs. Patron.

Artsy explained the difference when Laura got her alone. First they talked about the dress each was wearing. Next Laura voiced her curiosity straight out, "People seem to be relating more to Dan tonight. What has changed? Is it the clothes you have him wearing, or just familiarity? He seems to have more status."

"You are observant and perceptive; I can see why you have your new position. The way people relate to Dan now reflects his new status. When we talk about what we are wearing tonight, I give you more credence because you are now in the fashion business. Lawyers mean little to artists, but fashion is also an art form. Your husband is now a collector; money talks in the art world as loudly as any other place in town."

Dan managed to escape a group wanting his time and found his wife/date for the evening talking with Artsy. Dan rescued Artsy by taking Laura and strolling through the crowd like young lovers holding hands on a second date. Suddenly they were with the two older women who always came together to these events. His friend greeted Dan warmly, "Well hello, Daniel, Dan." She touched his cheek softly. "And hello to you as well, Laura."

Laura watched as the older woman kissed Dan. Something is different here too; about their kiss, something about how Dan is reacting to being kissed by this woman. What is the difference in Dan tonight? I see something, but I can't quite pick out what I am seeing. Laura turned to the woman's friend to get acquainted. She would talk to Dan about this evening when they found time together.

Laura managed to put off Dan about going with him tonight. By eleven-thirty they were kissing good night on her doorstep. "I had a good time tonight; I like being with you and all of your artistic friends. They have so much going on, conversation never lags." Dan recognized Laura's non-speak. He knew her offer to come in for a nightcap drink was floated for rejection only. Any last drink would have been shared company with Greg. They kissed goodnight with distance in their warmth, and Dan returned to his car. Laura watched him drive off before putting her key in the door lock.

Greg was waiting and Laura did not want any distance between them as they kissed their greeting. "I had a good time tonight; Dan really wanted me to go home with him. What I really wanted tonight was to come home to you pure as when I left. Let's have a nightcap together and then take me to bed."

Greg let his hands roam over her body as he and Laura moved to the den for their drink. "Were you able to keep Dan's hands off you? In that dress he should have been fondling you all night long."

"At the gallery, others kept him busy. Dan probably wanted more hands on time with me than he got. A couple of dances at the club after the opening, that's all the touch time we had tonight. If we accepted the invite to the older woman's home, I knew it would be a very late night."

"You turned him down to come home to me?"

"Yes darling, I did. Does that surprise you?"

"Maybe surprise, but more excites me."

"Good, we will just have this one, and then I want you to make love in our bed until I am filled with our love."

After making love, Laura let her fingers play over Greg's chest. She wanted to keep the touch of closeness alive; she knew sleep beckoned but not yet. A glow of stimulation held her mind. "Last night and earlier today, you were marking your turf when you fucked me. You wanted to make sure if Dan got into me on our date that he knew you had me first." Greg palmed Laura's cunt and they kissed. "I knew what you were doing, and I liked why you were fucking and marking me that way." Laura gripped cock with her left hand, the hand with the ruby ring.

"Look at my hand holding our cock. The only symbol is the one you gave me. You're entitled to mark your turf; you know how much I love it when you fuck me hard and mark me as yours." They both squeezed harder; two fingers entered the lady's sex and she moaned. "I really like the way we just made love. For the rest of the week, until I leave for San Francisco, let's make love every night instead of hard fucking. Leave the thrills and memories inside me this time."

Monday evening Greg and Laura ate a light dinner; they adjourned to the den for a glass of wine. "You asked for making love this week; there is no time better than right now to begin. Go take your shower. Return nude; I will be waiting for you." Laura did return twenty-five minutes later wearing only a light coat of pale lip gloss and a smile. They shared second glass of wine and gentle kisses.

Greg poured a third glass of wine, "Have one more while I shower. I want you relaxed and dreamy before we go to the bedroom." Greg seemed to take longer in the shower; Laura was about to pour a fourth glass when she saw him next. He gestured for her to join him; they held hands walking to their bed. When Laura saw the candles burning, oils on the night stand, and the bed turned down, she understood why Greg had taken longer with his shower. "Lay face down in the center of the bed. I am going to make love with your other side tonight. Don't turn over until the pleasure is unbearable."

Kisses began flowing along Laura's spine; she felt heat from each kiss on each ridge of her vertebrae. Greg's fingertips barely touched the valley below the kisses; Laura wondered if she really felt or only imagined. She moaned and arched her back, but she never considered rolling. From the base of her spine fingertips circled out and up along her sides with the same almost not there touch.

Lips rejoined the pleasure hunt at Laura's armpits; they were more insistent now and they drew a louder moan. Time seemed to vanish; Laura stretched, arched, moaned and purred as she gave her back to her lover's touch. When Greg's touches lowered to legs, Laura called out her pleasure. Kisses and light touches had her almost totally aroused. Very fine scratching high up inside her thighs acted like a drawbridge raising her hips. Greg couldn't resist biting each cheek presented this way. Laura was ready to roll over, she wanted Greg's cock inside, but she waited.

When Greg held her legs locked straight, pinned against movement, as he licked behind her knees, Laura passed her limit. "Let me up Baby, I am ready, I need you. I need you now; no more foreplay, I want you inside of me." With a flurry of arms and legs flying, Laura was on her back with her man climbing into the saddle. She used both hands to guide cock into her core. Foreplay was over and serious love making took over. In spite of their mutual excitement, they thrust and clutched with a controlled pace to maintain pleasure near a peak for as long as possible.

"God Baby, that was beautiful. You do know how to play my body so well; you're the best lover I have ever had."

"I don't want comparisons tonight; I just want to love you. Let's hold each other like this forever." Forever lasted until Tuesday morning when they had to get up and go to work.

Forever in each other's arms resumed Tuesday evening at bedtime. Laura led the love making this night. Wednesday night they were like two musicians playing a duet. On Thursday they skipped dinner and went straight to bed. "Not that I would ever tire of making love with you, but we are getting into a rut sexy lady."

"You're right darling; we have screwed in the bedroom every night this week. Do you think the kitchen is feeling neglected?"





Always Faithful Ch. 04.2



Author's Notes: First and foremost, Always Faithful is a work of fiction; no characters depict any known persons. To the best of the author's knowledge, there is no women's clothing manufacturer by the name of Business Lady. Chapter 4.1 ended with Laura's life getting more hectic with her new job, her desire to devote what home time she has to Greg, and Dan limited to a chaste date. Finally Laura promised Dan she would find more time for her married home life.



FOUR – YEAR OF TURMOIL – 4.2 LAURA WHIPPED – BONDAGE AND EXHIBITION

When her flight was at altitude, Laura accepted champagne from the stewardess. She used the four hour flight to go over the week ahead and the past few weeks of her ever more hectic life. Her first thought was Dan is really getting short changed by my new jobs. Laura hadn't spent a full week with just her husband in a month. She knew she had to take steps to maintain her primary relationship.

Greg is showing strain too was Laura's next consideration. Unconsciously she clenched her thighs and twisted her rear deeper into the leather of the first class airliner cushion. He is getting possessive, more demanding of his needs for me. Friday night was incredible. After four days of tender love making, Greg really needed to fuck me hard before I left. Laura laughed aloud and noticed a passenger across the aisle look. Who am I kidding, I begged him to fuck me hard?

We both needed the hard driving sex we had Friday night after dancing and playing in that club. We always fuck hard after a night out playing and showing off. If Greg doesn't lead me to tough, I pull it out of him. I love wearing his bites and bruises; I love feeling my muscles throb. I can still feel him in my puss two days later. Again she laughed; I love taking my just fucked and cum filled cunt home to my husband Dan. Just the thought of going home to her Baby with Greg inside brought an air kiss to no one who would see her for ten days.

Laura's thoughts turned to her new job at the firm. She knew she would miss working directly for Greg. Working for Greg wasn't just under the desk BJs and after hours sex. She was his secretary for three years without a kiss before his last eventful birthday. Secretary for a senior lawyer was a challenging position. Her new job was higher profile, but it promised fewer day-to-day challenges.

Her coworkers, the executive girls was how Laura labeled them, seemed to accept her. Laura knew there would be more office politics at this level, probably some politics with other firms too. She considered that her other job with BL positioned her well in the politics game; she had some independence at work. The Executive Assistant to the Partners Committee would work her ass off before, during, and immediately following their quarterly meetings. The rest of the time, she could coast or help the other executive girls.

Champagne interrupted Laura's reflection. Stimulation from the bubbles tickled her nose and triggered physical sensations. Laura played to the sensations as she felt her body calling; first rubbing the rim of her glass slowly over her lower lip. Another sip, the rim of the flute grazed over a protruding nipple lowering from her mouth. Laura looked around the cabin and saw only people absorbed in whatever. She could find no reason not to use the cool glass of the flute to excite her nipple further.

With eyes closed and head leaning back, Laura imagined Greg's fat cock between her thighs and squeezed in response to hold the image of fat cock tight. Another sip of champagne, move the cool glass from nipple to nipple. Laura was well into private sensual bliss when she sensed someone near; she opened her eyes to a smiling attendant. "Would you like more champagne, or maybe something colder?" -

"Both!" 

For almost an hour, at least four hundred miles in the middle of her journey, the stewardess shared Laura's private sexual interlude. She brought a full glass of ice cubes, three little bottles of good vodka, and refilled the champagne flute often. On every trip from galley to Laura's seat her eyes lingered on nipples peaked by the iced glass. Once she blew a kiss at them; she spoke softly and praised her passenger's audacity. Finally, the attendant had to clear away bottles and glasses before serving a meal. Laura managed to pull her hand close pretending to answer a question. "Pinch one, please, pinch one hard for me."

Four hours after takeoff, the pilot announced their approach to San Francisco International airport. An hour later the concierge helped Laura with her bags while she paid the taxi driver. 

First phone call went to her husband. Hi Baby, I just wanted to call and let you know my flight was smooth. - I know we didn't have much time together. - I know a romantic restaurant across the bay; is there any chance you could get way and come join me for the weekend? - Call me Monday and let me know. - I love you Baby, take care of yourself until I get back.

Laura decided while considering the coming ten days, Young Legal Counsel didn't fit in her plans for this trip. With the obligatory phone call to Dan out of the way, it was almost time to call her lover, but first she wanted to get comfortable. After forty minutes in bed and bath rooms, Laura curled up in her love seat ready to call Greg. Getting comfortable translated to a quick shower and wearing the sexy black negligee Legal bought and Dan loved.

Hey Baby, I am calling to let you know I arrived safely. – Yes, easy trip, no bumps or delays. I even brought you along in my carry on stuff; I could feel you and you being with me excited me. Laura told Greg about playing with the cold glasses; how excited she felt thinking about him; and about her conspiracy with the attractive flight attendant. She concluded just as she had with Dan. I love you Baby, take care of yourself until I get back.

The three hour time difference between the east and San Francisco left Laura with a bonus of time on her hands; it was still early afternoon. Laura stretched across the love seat and admired her legs beneath the sheer black nylon. I wonder if Dan really believed me about only fucking Legal twice last trip? Probably not, Dan is sure Legal met me at the airport and I fucked him as soon as I hung up the phone. He might believe a quickie before I called home. 

Laura's fingers played absently over telephone buttons on the table beside her. Legal at home was button number seven on the speed dial. I told myself I wasn't going to fuck Legal this trip. I told Dan that too. Greg doesn't know about Legal; Greg would be furious. Dan is sure Legal's dick is in my pussy right now. I wonder what Legal would think about all of the love bites Greg planted to mark his turf? I am wearing the sexy negligee he bought. If button seven had feelings, it might have wondered about the pressure. The inanimate button called its planned function, and Legal's home phone began to ring.

Hey there you, I just called to say hello. – Yes, I arrived a couple of hours ago. – I don't have anything planned; just get ready for work tomorrow. – Maybe we could do lunch, or have a drink somewhere after work. – Come here tonight? Let me think about that. I told myself no about Young Legal Counsel, but Dan is at home convinced he is here doing me already. Oh, what the hell. Sure, come on over and keep me company.

"Come in, I hope you appreciate I am wearing your gift?" Within five minutes, Legal joined Laura on the love seat wearing only his silk boxers and holding a gin and tonic. Legal attempted immediate intimacy; Laura held him off to a slow seduction. She deflected his hands and kisses away from her most sensitive spots. Laura knew teasing with men; she practiced often with Dan. As far as she was concerned, Legal needed a woman such as herself as tutor in the art of pleasuring a woman. Legal would get his pleasure when Laura decided he was ready.

"Kiss me. I'll show you where and how." Laura brought Legal to her lips. Her lips and responses guided his lips in How to Kiss a Woman 101. When she judged satisfaction, Laura guided his hand to her neck, and Legal's lips followed. She guided him to a breast, and then on to kiss her belly. At each stop along the kissing trail, Laura had her lover kiss until moans of pleasure and her hand guided him further along.

In due course, Legal's kisses came to the end of the trail over Laura's body. His lips kissed Laura's clit and his fingers danced on her labia. "Mmmm, yes lover, kiss me there. Kiss softly and then kiss me more." Laura guided her lover's kisses and touches with sounds, with encouraging undulation of her hips, and pressure with her hands. Her excitement mounted. I'm glad Dan expected me to fuck him. He was right; I can have so much fun teaching a young lover. Laura neared her peak, "Use your teeth lover, be gentle, but bite me there." Legal nipped and Laura screamed her orgasm.

"That was good for me lover; now I want to have fun another way. Take it out; let me see some cock." Legal reached for the waistband on his shorts. "Leave them on; they feel so smooth. Pull your cock through the fly." Laura took cock in hand and began to fondle the shaft with a gentle touch. She kissed and made small bites over Legal's chest while using her hands to guide his knees apart. Soon she was kneeling between thighs.

"My lover is a lawyer; I know what lawyers like best." Legal opened his mouth to respond but stopped with a gasp. With mouth open wide, Laura thrust her head downward; she swallowed the length of cock using muscles in the back of her mouth as if to devour the man above her. "OH - oh – oh – oh – oh – godddd yessss – ohgodyessuck - oh sucking cocksucker." Laura never pulled back; she kept her swallowing action strong on the cock now at the entrance to her throat. Young Legal was no stretch for her after Greg; he didn't even compare with her husband. Laura had no intention of letting up until Legal pumped his load.

"Oh bitch, bitch, bitch, suck me, suck my cock, never, never, never like this, oh suck." Laura was holding Legal's hands away from her head; she knew he wanted to hold tight and face fuck. Laura intended to keep total control. She pulled away from Legal's cock. "If your hands touch my head, I'll bite and send you away; you are cock and I am sucker, understand?"

"Yes!"

"Yes what?"

"Yes Laura."

"Yes WHAT?"

"Yes cocksucker."

"Talk at me while I suck."

Legal's mind spun in confusion; cock had no confusion at all. Cock knew exactly what it wanted. Cock wanted that hot mouth that suddenly let cool air flow when mouth lifted to speak. As soon as Laura heard the trigger words, "Suck my cock you cocksucker bitch", cock had every desire filled. Laura gripped Legal by the wrist to hold his hands away, and her mouth once again devoured Legal's cock to its base.

The mouth enveloping cock was sucking, swallowing, licking and biting all at once. Cock directed a sensory message to Legal's hips; push forward, get deeper. "Suck bitch, cocksucker, oh yes, suck me, teeth, suck, cocksucker bitch, teeth, oh teeth, watch owww, teeth, suck whore." Laura responded to the exhortations; she was sucking and swallowing. Her lips and teeth pulled the bag of skin hanging below cock as far into her mouth as possible. "God damn bitch, you sucking bitch."

Laura resisted the pressure coming from Legal's arms; she would not cede control. With arms stymied, Legal began to clench his thighs. Clench and release, clench and release; Legal soon coordinated the muscles of thighs and hips. When Legal would clench his thighs and push forward with hips, Laura sealed her lips and sucked harder. Male and female cravings drove them higher. Intermittent phrases penetrated: cocksucker . . . suck slut . . . bitch . . . cum slut . . . cunt-whore-slut.

Time, now it's time; Laura released her grip and wrapped arms around the hips thrusting at her. Legal finally brought his hands into play. He held tight and with a brutal push of hips he came half off the love seat, driving cock deep in mouth. Laura had everything now; she bit, sucked hard and swallowed as a flood of man cum blasted directly down her throat. Legal had to scream for both; his orgasm was total. He held tight, his thighs quivered, and his nuts emptied in spurt after spurt. "CUM – CUM – CUM – CUM – Yessssss."

After some minutes of gentle sucking, Laura pushed Legal away, into the love seat. "That was good. Time for you to go now, we will do this again before I leave."

"But – but - but, I don't have to go. I want to stay, to be with you longer."

"No, you have to go. I want the rest of the evening to myself. Get dressed – GO!" Laura kissed Young Legal goodbye at her door, and then once again in the corridor. Young Legal held her hand after their last kiss; Laura decided to walk him to the elevator. Legal received his last passionate kiss waiting for the ding of the elevator door.

If she had been wearing more than her sheer black nightgown, Laura might have entered the elevator with Legal; her resolve to send him away flagged after three passion filled goodbye kisses. They held hands across the elevator threshold until the doors began to close. One of Laura's neighbors from a higher floor got an eyeful, and he whistled an approval that startled her. "Call me later tonight, Legal." Laura quickly recited her phone number; she hoped her neighbor would take note. He appeared a handsome gentleman by Laura's quick glance; she really didn't care if Legal called at all.

Tuesday evening Upper Floor did call. He called early; Laura was still dressed in her office clothes. They played innuendo games over the phone as a getting to know one another device. Laura finally invited him to her condo if would bring brandy for a get acquainted drink. "I have French and local; I will bring both if you answer your door dressed just as I first saw you." Laura negotiated forty-five minutes delay to shower and change clothes. Her last instruction told Upper Floor she expected his attire be appropriate to hers.

Laura decided to wear the short, sheer pink gown Dan bought; she responded to the bell chime and found Upper Floor wearing a blue smoking jacket over light grey pajamas. "I approve, of your attire and your brandy."

"Your attire is even more intriguing than the first time I saw you." Laura escorted her guest to the love seat and brought glasses for the brandy. She took every opportunity to model her nightgown and her body so thinly covered. Upper Floor took notice and smiled approval.

Laura and Upper Floor sampled both French and California brandy as they sketched their lives to one another. Her initial tidbit left her bedroom door ajar. "I am here in San Francisco only a week or so every month. I live East with a husband, a lover, and another job. My work here is just part time. Young Legal Counsel is not a lover, just someone at work." A most interesting element of Upper Floor's bio was a veiled reference to his second bedroom as playpen.

Laura got up to turn on soft background music; she let her body sway to the music for Upper Floor's visual enjoyment. Slowly Laura recognized hand signals her new friend gave off. She adapted her dance according to his gestures drawing attention to every part of her body. In response to a twisting gesture from Upper's palm, Laura turned and looked over her shoulder. She posed, nightgown drawn high, with hand on bare rump. Upper Floor clapped his hands in appreciation, and Laura lightly clapped hand on rump responding. 

Upper Floor gestured closer, and Laura danced backward toward him still clapping herself until her hand was lifted away. His slap where her hand had played was a watershed in a growing friendship. Laura gasped, but with pleasure obvious on her voice, and bent forward to present a taught and stretched target. "Again please, just a little more."

Bent over and getting her cheeks spanked just a little more strong than lightly, Laura took stock of her situation. She recognized the sexual potential Upper Floor offered. Laura shook her hips to present all sides for attention, and gave soft mewing sounds of approval often. Upper Floor could be a perfect partner for diversion, if diversion was her goal. Laura decided he was a keeper, but only if he agreed to her terms. "One more good pop on each side, two if you really must, and then let's drink some more brandy and talk."

Laura felt her body pushed forward and down to present her ass in perfect position. Upper Floor had his left hand under her gown in the middle of her back. Looking around her shoulder, she watched her neighbor wad panties into a narrow roll inside the crevice of her cheeks. Laura loved the drama Upper set and smiled approval. She blew a kiss just as his first hard slap thundered onto her right globe. "Ooowwww – Yessss!" She waited and watched; eyes open in anticipation. Upper drew his hand back again; Laura watched intently. "Oooohhhh – Yes – Yes – YES!"

Upper leaned into the love seat to admire the pink he created. Laura stayed in pose, bent and not moving. "Come sit by me and let's drink; I may take you up on your seconds offer, or make a counteroffer later." 

Laura took her seat and accepted another glass of brandy. "I enjoyed, I think you did too. I am not the first woman you have spanked, am I?"

"No, my dear, I have some experience with spanking and other delights. I enjoy such things."

Laura said could tell. "My lover enjoys spanking me, and using me very hard sexually. I love it when we have very hard sex. He is also a very tender lover, and I enjoy making soft, beautiful and very tender love with him. My husband is very tender as well, an even better tender partner than my lover. He can be forceful at times, but it is more difficult for him to be as forceful as my lover."

"Husbands can have that difficulty; their love feelings restrain them."

"I am not looking for another lover, and I have no need for another husband; mine is perfect for me. I might entertain an off-and-on dalliance for amusement. Would such a proposal interest you?"

"You are a very attractive woman, very confident in your beauty and your control. I have a feel that your control is most precious; even when you appear to give control to a lover, you keep taught reins." Laura eyed Upper Floor intently; his words created warmth within. She turned attention to her snifter, drank from it, circled the rim with a finger, then with her tongue. 

Her gaze returned directly to the man sitting next to her on the love seat; Laura pressed the glass against her lower lip. She was making a decision; Laura would put an offer on the table, or maybe the bed. "Control must be negotiable; it must be negotiable or it must be mine alone." 

Upper Floor stood, "Kneel before me and reach into my pajamas. I want to observe how you handle my sex." Laura burst into laughter, but began to lift from the love seat. 

"Is this your idea of negotiating control?" Upper Floor simply directed his eyes to the floor at his feet. Laura gathered the hem of her gown with her left hand, and reached with her right to Upper for support. She kneeled before the man.

Laura took another moment to assess the situation; Upper Floor was not Young Legal. She knew she could assert, and drive this man away. They could have some fun tonight and rarely or never again. Or . . .? What do I really want? Laura reached for the belt that closed the smoking jacket and pulled one end. Upper had a small paunch to his belly, but the paunch and his chest hid under a wild mass of graying dark hair. Laura had never been this close to so much hair on a man; she was intrigued, but not at all put off.

Fingertips tested the hair for texture; it was wiry and stiff with only slight curl. Closer, get close Laura's mind told her; she rubbed her forehead against man hair, only touching hair, not skin. She sucked hair between her lips and wet a mouthful using her tongue. "Your hair is fascinating, I have never seen this much." Upper Floor said nothing; he kept his eyes focused on the woman before him. Laura knew he was waiting for her to follow through with his original instruction. She reached through the opening of his pajamas.




Always Faithful Ch. 04.2



The cock Laura extracted was thick, maybe even thicker than Greg's fat tool, but not long at all. Cock didn't have the rampant hardness both Greg and Dan always showed either. Laura held it from below with her right hand wrapping fingers around to get a sense of this new male cock. She reached into pajamas again with just her left hand to free Upper's ball sack. She found the same mass of hair as on his torso. 

Laura took her time and explored all of the flesh in front of her with light strokes. Next she raked the shaft lightly with fingernails; cock twitched and firmed somewhat. Laura let cock go to rake nails over Upper's testicles. Cock jumped at the new stimulation and lightly tapped against her lips. Laura trapped cock against Upper's belly and in turn rubbed each of her cheeks against its underside before taking cockhead in her mouth.

Leaning back on her heels, Laura released Upper Floor completely and asked if she handled her introduction to his pleasure? "Yes my dear, you did that very well. Stand up! You have earned seconds." Laura got to her feet and reached to the waistband of her panties. "No! Not yet, not here. We will have one more brandy and then I will show you my playroom; I know you are curious."

Upper Floor's playroom catered to sexual games only; no children play here Laura knew. When her neighbor said, "Come, it is time to see the playroom", she had no hesitation about going in her nightgown. Laura only asked slippers or barefoot? Upper led her to the center of the room before giving permission to open her eyes. 

Laura first saw one wall covered with mirror tiles; she looked immediately to the ceiling but it was bare. "Not yet", his voice whispered.

The wall opposite the mirrors sported a pipe frame with rings hanging from the cross bar. The frame would hold a subject mostly immobile; Laura stared at the frame and her imagination tied her in place. Whips and paddles, six of various types, hung on the wall flanking the frame. Several photographs interspersed between the whips. Laura went to a whip and examined it carefully; this one had a tightly wrapped leather handle and many thin leather straps dangling from the handle.

"That is called a flogger; it is made of buffalo hide. It will make your bum red used properly, but doesn't leave marks."

"I've never been whipped; my lover did use his belt once when I begged." 

Upper took her by the hand and led Laura to a long and sinister looking whip. "This is a true whip. It is over four feet long, and with it I can streak your back with welts that last for days if you can stand the pain." Laura looked Upper Floor in the eye but said nothing.

The Master of the house led his guest to the far, curtain covered, wall. Laura watched as Upper Floor toggled a switch causing the heavy drape to pull clear. The view beyond the small balcony was spectacular. "I want to see it some evening at sunset." Laura felt herself wrapped in her neighbor's arms. "Open the sheers, I want to see clearly."

Upper drew the last curtains and opened the sliding door; they stepped to balcony edge. "You're right; it is beautiful, especially at sunset. It is also a perfect place to howl at the moon." Upper felt Laura shiver and he drew close to cover her back. 

Laura reached for a clamp she noticed on the railing, "Tell me."

"I have cuffs that attach; I like to play out here too."

"Lights?"

"Hold these and wait here."

Suddenly Laura stood in the spotlight. Upper Floor was beside her again attaching first one wrist and then the other with soft leather cuffs. "Our neighbors can see us if they notice the light. There is also a microphone if I want them to hear." Laura moaned. "Have you seen enough for now; are you ready for another brandy?"

"Give me my seconds out here then we can have our brandy."

"This is the French, isn't it? It has a very smooth taste; it feels smooth."

"Yes, you feel smooth too. Your bottom is perfect."

"Tell me about the last woman you spanked. Was she young or older; did she ask to be taken out there for the neighbors pleasure?"

"Her husband brought her to me; she was older. I had him undress his wife in the living room, and direct her to obey me. He waited there. I took her to the playroom and cuffed her to the rail, I whipped her, and finally I fucked her."

Laura thought about Upper Floor's description; she still had questions. "Lights?"

"Yes."

"Microphone?"

"Yes, speakers loud."

"Neighbors?"

"Several."

"Did she cry?"

"No, not really. She called out but did not cry."

"Orgasm?"

"Oh yes, yes oh yes. Both of us had orgasm." Laura stretched her arm for more brandy.

"You seem fascinated by my balcony?"

"Yes."

"Many fix on the mirror wall; some find the leather furniture draws them."

"I like to sing my pleasure when I have sex. Sometimes, maybe often, I want others to hear my song."

"My balcony is perfect for your desire. I will whip you hard one night when the fog is thick; everyone will thrill at your pleasure in the mist."

"Do you see others, others playing in their windows, on their balcony?"

"Sometimes I watch them play; more often they watch me play."

"Let's continue our discussion on the balcony. Bring the brandy; you can cuff me to the rail and hold my glass as I drink."

"Yes, strip now, leave your gown here and I will spotlight you."

"Oh yes, I like that idea."

"You haven't asked about the other furniture, just the toys and the balcony?"

"If I visit your playroom again, you can show them to me. The balcony is enough for tonight. I am comfortable on display; very few know me in San Francisco."

Upper Floor walked her to the balcony and left Laura cuffed to the rail, on view for one-and-all. "Hold the brandy in your mouth; study the warmth and flavor." Two sharp strikes with one of the toys warmed her bottom, but Laura couldn't cry out without spilling. "Very good, now you can swallow." Upper pointed out a few windows where neighbors might be watching, and then he left Laura exposed on the balcony with one last set of hard swats to her cheeks. Laura cried out and heard her amplified scream echoed against the next building as Upper left her.

Time passed and then Laura felt Upper behind her once more. His hands caressed the goose bumps on her sides from armpits to waist. "How long?"

"About ten minutes, just enough to excite you."

"Touch my nipples."

"You love this, don't you? Has anyone seen you yet?"

"I don't know."

"Drink more brandy and then I will try to awaken an audience." Upper's left hand worked Laura's cunt as he held the snifter and she drank. "Swallow this time, but slowly."

"I am going to strike you six times; they will be hard on your bottom. Count each off loudly; you may cry out if you want to, if you need to cry out, but you must count each stroke before I will give the next. While I am gone, watch the windows, the balconies. When I come back, tell me everything." Laura counted the six strokes as directed, and then there was only silence and light.

Laura looked from window to window; two turned from dark to soft light. She could make out shapes, but no one was recognizable. Noise from her left caught her attention, maybe from one of the balconies. Which one did Upper point to? Laura was alone, exposed in the light; she knew some strangers were watching. When will Upper return? City sounds gave background noise; interspersed Laura heard a few sing-song words that she didn't quite understand.

Upper announced his return reaching between her legs for a tight grip. "Drink and then tell me what you have seen."

"Shadows in those two windows, that is all. I am sure someone is watching. Also noise from the balcony over there; I think a man spoke to me but I couldn't understand him."

"You missed the small bedside lamp above; her name is Carrie. I am sure she is watching with a fat dildo inside her. I have had her here where you are."

What about the sounds from the balcony, do you think someone is there watching me?"

"His name is Mario, he is watching, I called him. What did you hear?"

"It sounded like puta: puta – puta – puta."

"Whore, that is how Mexican men call their women. Come whore, like calling a dog." Laura sucked breath in hard. "Mario likes to watch, but will not turn the light on. He likes to whip girls even more than I do; he enjoys being cruel. If I invite him over he might whip you, he might fuck you, or he might piss on you."

"No, I am not ready for that."

"Are you ready for your time in my playroom to be over?"

"No, I want to stay, but I know I must go. Will you escort me home?"

"Of course, my dear. May I give one more stroke?"

"Yes Sir, two please, two hard strokes so I can sing my song."

In her own bed, and alone, Laura replayed the evening activities in her mind with a smile on her face and a tingle in her ass. She met a new friend, the older man Dan suggested, and Upper as sexual friend will be far more exciting than Young Legal. Upper did look distinguished in his smoking jacket, and Laura loved prancing around the living room for his viewing pleasure. Laura accepted the show off style she had been developing along with her affair with Greg.

A rational segment in Laura's brain was pleased they saw no other residents between her apartment and his. Barefoot wearing only a sexy nightgown and panties meant Laura was going for sex, pure and simple sex, no excuses possible. Their return trip, with Upper holding her panties and brandy in one hand and her bottom in his other, confirmed their sex play, but no neighbors saw them. Laura knew she almost, she wanted to, fucked Upper Floor at her doorway during their parting kiss.

Final thoughts of playroom and balcony came to mind as Laura drifted off to sleep. Everything about Upper Floor's playroom had possibilities for exploration. Laura knew she wanted more play time with her neighbor in his special room in the future, but his balcony excited Laura and stimulated well developed desires in her sexual psyche. Her final thought before sleep overtook her was that sound from the dark balcony: puta – puta – puta, and Upper Floor's description: come whore, like calling a dog.

Friday evening, Laura entertained BL president and the CFO with hors d'oeuvres and drinks. She wanted to open some marketing and new product ideas in an informal setting. Her main marketing idea was about models. Laura argued that looks were important but secondary. She wanted BL to select legal professional women from the top regional law firms to use as models around the country. The men bought in, and the president promised to have a formal development meeting during Laura's next visit.

Changing subjects, Laura rose and modeled the lounging pajamas Dan bought for just such an occasion. "I wanted Dan to come out here this week but he was unable to coordinate his schedule and our production people. I hope he can next time. My husband is a man of unusual talents, and one of them is knowing what clothes a woman should wear to look good, feel good and make the best impression for almost any situation."

"CFO, why don't you make the necessary phone calls to Dan's company to make sure Laura gets what she wants? If she has an idea about an outfit like she is wearing tonight and Dan is part of her plan, I want him here soon."

Laura thought her after hours meeting went well. She confidently escorted her guests to the lobby to further make the point that elegant loungewear could be worn further from home than many thought appropriate. The doorman smiled appreciation as Laura turned for home. She paused to flirt for a minute, touched his cheek lightly and winked, and then continued on her way. She decided it wasn't too late to call Dan.

Dan was asleep, but the phone woke him. Hi Baby, I hope calling now isn't interrupting anything but sleep. – I love you too; I love you and miss you. - I just finished with the president and CFO or I would have called earlier. – Not that way, silly Baby, we talked business. – They want you to come next trip.- I'm flying the red eye Wednesday night. I will see you early Thursday; don't schedule any early meetings – Yes, I'll be hot and ready and I want you the same way Baby. – One last thing, can you set something up with Artsy for next weekend? – No I don't want to spend it with Greg; I want to talk over some ideas with her, and with you.

Dan signed off with okay, goodnight Baby, I miss you, I love you.

Laura was still drinking her morning coffee when Liaison called; they had a girl's day out scheduled. "I'll pick you up at ten, okay?"

"Come early and we can have a cup of coffee before we leave." Girl's day meant shopping with a pause for a late lunch, and then later drinks before heading home. The sun had just set when two happy women carried bags of purchases to Laura's apartment. "You take first shower, Liaison; I'll pour wine and then call my lover. I haven't talked to him since Wednesday."

The lover's phone call extended; both needed the only closeness they could have. Laura called out, "Oh my, hot, hot, hot! That looks great on you." On the speaker phone, Greg piped in with, "What's going on?" Laura introduced Liaison, described her and the slinky jump suit purchase she was wearing, and then briefly talked about their shopping trip. "Did you buy one too?"

"Yes, actually two, different colors. I am going to wear one of mine as soon as I shower."

"Well, get in the shower. Call me back when you get out."

"I have a better idea, here Liaison, have phone sex with my lover while I shower."

"What, Laura, No!"

"Sit here and talk with Greg."

"I can't believe you did that Laura, he seems nice."

"Greg is nice, and he is my lover, and we have great sex together, and we have something more than great sex." Liaison paused and thought about all Laura had said. "Your husband knows."

"Yes, Dan knows. Let's leave it that he knows and understands; he lives with the understanding that I have a lover."

"What about Young Legal?"

"Young Legal is history; let me tell you about Tuesday night with my neighbor."

Laura told Liaison all about Upper Floor. She talked about brandy and her pink nightgown here. With a second glass of wine, she told the story of her elevator ride barefoot in sheer pink, and of Upper Floor's playpen. A third glass of wine smoothed her tell all about the balcony. "Do you want to meet him? I can call and see if he is at home."

"No!"

"Of course you do, you will never forgive yourself." 

Liaison sipped at her glass with a furrowed brow and no words until, "Call him."

"How daring do you feel?"

"Probably not as daring as you." Laura talked her friend into changing once more. Twenty-five minutes after the call, Laura knocked on Upper Floor's door with Liaison standing beside her. Both were barefoot, carrying a bottle of chilled champagne, and wearing very thin black nightgowns.

Laura handled introductions, and how she first met Upper Floor, while he poured champagne. Liaison laughed about Young Legal's part, "He is so full of himself he is probably still wondering why you called out your phone number." 

Upper Floor was properly complementary to Liaison and asked her to model her gown. Laura was eager to show her friend the playroom, and almost dragged her to the appropriate door before remembering her manners. "Are we permitted to enter, Sir?"

Their tour of the playroom led naturally to the balcony. "Is this where . . .?"

"Yes, and I was nude. I loved it."

"He spanked you out here?"

"Oh yes, please let Sir Upper Floor spank your bottom at least once. Please know what it is like." 

Liaison looked first at Laura, and then turned and stared hard at Upper Floor. "It would be best, easier I think, I you let me stimulate you first."

"How?"

"Just light kisses and touches to relax you, nothing serious or compromising I assure you." Liaison looked at Laura; still she was unsure. She heard his words from behind, "Strip, Laura, and then undress your friend. I will get the lights and the necessary toys."

Liaison stood nude in the spotlight and took three hard swats before calling STOP. "You next Laura, give her twice as many for talking me into this." Laura did take six swats with the paddle, and after each, she cried out YES. Upper massaged his neighbor's red bottom for a moment and then held his hand to Liaison, "Feel the heat." The three returned to the main part of the house for more champagne. "We need to dress and go home, good night Sir."

The women slept, had brunch Sunday, and socialized well into Sunday afternoon. Both agreed it was a fun way to spend time together. Liaison admitted their visit to the playroom was worth doing once, but she was sure she wouldn't tell Significant Other. "You really like things like that, don't you?"

"Yes, I can't describe how much it excites me. I drip."

"How does Upper Floor fit in with your lover and your husband?"

"He doesn't, he is a diversion."

Hi Baby, I am just calling to confirm my travel plans. – Yes, I am still on the red eye. - I will see you Thursday morning before you go to work. - I love you too, Baby. Save a kiss for me and maybe a little bit more. – Bye bye.

The red eye flight that carried Laura home from San Francisco left on time and benefited from a tail wind. Hers was the first plane to land in the morning; the captain parked at the gate a full fifteen minutes before the official earliest landing time the airport authority allowed. First class and no checked baggage meant Laura was at her doorstep at six-thirty; the light at the door was lit for her. She tried the door knob and it turned. That was always Dan's way of welcoming her home, whether business trip or time with Greg, the door to Dan's life and heart was always open for her.

Laura checked the kitchen before heading upstairs to the bedroom where she found her husband waiting for her. Their greeting was a fervent kiss, "Ugh Baby, you need mouthwash."

"I need a quick shower too; wait right there for me." Five minutes later Laura returned to the bedroom mostly clean, and mostly dry. Dan was ready and waiting for her.

"I've missed you Baby, I need you just like this. Let me do the work." Laura made her announcement as she settled on her husband's cock. She rocked forward and back, she swiveled with a twist, and she lifted only to slam down hard. Dan tried to reach and participate, but Laura held him back. "Let me fuck you; let me do the work. My Baby can just enjoy us together; it has been too long."

Dan leaned back and tried to relax to control his excitement, but it had been almost three weeks with little sex. The first hard squeeze on cock from Laura's muscles almost sucked sperm from his balls. Dan looked intently at his wife above him; her nipples looked hard and a little bruised. "Feed me some tit, Baby." Dan sucked each in turn. He stared at the Vee between her thighs; Laura's lips may be swollen, but they wrap my cock so tight, Dan thought to himself.

"Oh yes, that feels so good; fuck me Baby, just fuck me." Laura squeezed tight and rocked forward. Dan screamed and spewed, filling his wife with stored produce of loin. They rested still joined, and played kiss face lightly. Laura's homecoming was satisfying for both. Dan reached between them to play with Laura's nipples. "They aren't terribly swollen and bruised; haven't you taught your young lover how to rough them yet?"

"Oh no, he is history. I didn't fuck him at all this trip." The BJ she gave Legal on arrival didn't count to Laura; she knew she only called him because Dan was sure she would. "Let's talk all about our last ten days tonight, it's time for breakfast and then off to work."

Dan was home when Laura came through the front door with two sacks of take-out dinner. "I thought you stopped for a quickie with Greg when you called and said you were going to be late."




Always Faithful Ch. 04.2



"No Baby, no quickie with Greg. I'll work something in soon, but I want to be with you right now. I don't go back to San Francisco for a month, and we are going to spend most of this month together." Laura earned a kiss in appreciation. "Greg will have to make do with a little less of me, but I'll make sure I see him enough to give you a couple of special kisses."

"Want to eat on the floor in the den? That's what I want; let's go get into some comfy clothes." Laura suggested Dan wear his black silk pajamas, and she put on her harem girl outfit. "We haven't worn these in a long time." They fed each other food and wine, and shared touches and kisses to build their appetites. 

"Do you have a story to tell, Scheherazade? Is that why we are in costume?"

"No story, at least not much of one. Let's start with business talk."

Laura told about entertaining the president of BL and the ideas she presented. "He really wanted to try to get you out there right away. Whatever hang ups in schedule on our side will be resolved fast. President said he was going to call your VP direct." Dan laughed at his wife's our side reference and told Laura the BL production VP called his boss the next day. "I am supposed to fly out with you next trip, and talk with your VP on the phone at least once a week."

"Okay, next new business subject, do we have something set up to meet with Artsy?"

"Yes, sort of, either tomorrow after work, or Sunday afternoon. I wasn't sure about scheduling tomorrow; I know you like to be with Greg Fridays."

"I like to be with Greg any day, and Fridays are nice, no work on Saturday. I want to talk with you and Artsy about BL stuff, important new things."

"What's so hot about meeting with Artsy; I didn't know BL had a division for women artists."

"I'm being serious Baby, don't go silly on me. Artsy always wears the most distinctive clothes made just for her, by her friends. We have talked about her clothes before."

"Yes, we have, and I agree Artsy almost always wears one-of-a-kind clothes for openings and things like that. You want to talk about the artists who do her things?"

"Yes, I do, and you are involved too."

"How me?"

"I wore that pajama jumpsuit you bought when I had President and CFO to the condo. We talked about after work clothes possibly being a new line for BL. You picked that out; you have great instincts for women's wear."

"I have this great model for inspiration." Laura climbed onto her husband's lap and kissed her appreciation.

"Hi Sweetheart, can I intrude on your evening for just a few minutes?" Dan offered a more complete run down of Laura's interests. Artsy suggested they meet at The Palette at six-thirty, "I'll wear something suitable for the fashion lady. Tell Laura she needs to dress too. No Business Lady suit."

"I'll tell her, and I will see you Saturday evening as well. I haven't talked with Laura about that; she can always find someone to entertain her if she doesn't want to come along." 

"We are all set for tomorrow night Baby."

"Good, that's my business news for the week; how about with you, anything special?"

"Yes, but wait here just a second." Dan returned to the den with a fresh popped champagne bottle and flutes. 

"You must have had a really good week", Laura offered.

"Let's drink to the newest vice-president." Dan held his glass high and Laura followed suit. She kissed her husband and wrapped him tightly.

"I had Artsy in last Friday to hang my newest office piece, plus two more from her gallery. VP insisted on making another to-do affair. Afterwards, VP, the president and I talked privately. VP is retiring later this year, Labor Day. The President told me I will be name to succeed him, officially on New Year's Day."

"That's wonderful Mr. Vice President; you deserve it. You're good, you're good in business and other ways I can think of." Laura put her glass down to congratulate Dan without spilling. "The three of us can celebrate your success tomorrow as well as talk about new business possibilities for me at BL."

"Artsy and I celebrated a little last Friday after I told her. We did spontaneous dinner and dancing."

"Good, at least you had her since you couldn't come to San Francisco. Did you get lucky with Artsy?" Laura expected laughter and a good-natured denial, but she saw a head shake and mild frown. "Maybe a little, but not much, kiss and hug only."

"I should respect her for staying distant; my life doesn't have room for much more right now. I don't need the competition. She would be good for you when I am busy there."

"You have been known to get busy here with Greg, and now you have your BL life."

"If Artsy would give you a good screw at least once, you would know what you're missing." 

Dan thought to himself and then voiced, "Are you sure you want me to know what I'm missing?" "I did have the favor of a lady's bed Saturday night. Mrs. Patron and I went to the country club, and then I spent the night with her. She is an amazing woman; we have sex, and it is very fulfilling sex, but what we really share is as much a mental exchange. I don't quite know how to explain. I am not even sure how we fell into whatever relationship we have."

"Baby, I think that woman has done wonders for your outlook. I admire the hell out of her. When I am sixty I may look for a thirty something bright guy to mentor the way she has you."

"Mentor may be the perfect word; I often feel like a student in her classroom."

"Okay, does that just about cover all of the business news? Want to hear about my social life in San Francisco?"

"Yeah, if Young Legal is out, tell me about his replacement."

"He is a neighbor, the older man you suggested; I accidentally met him through Young Legal."

"I am not sure I suggested you try to meet anyone else, Baby."

"Sure you did Baby, you are the one who said not to waste my time trying to teach a child how to please me."

"I think you mis . . . ."

"I followed your advice."

". . . understood me."

"I met a neighbor, older, mature, more experienced."

"Okay, how and why did Young Legal introduce you to his replacement?" Laura told her story about calling Young Legal soon after she arrived in San Francisco, she told about teasing and sharing oral pleasures only, and then sending him on his way.

"I walked him to the elevator to make sure he didn't turn back. That's when I first saw my neighbor."

"He was waiting for the elevator too?"

"No, on the elevator when the door opened."

"If you had just finished screwing around with the boy, what were you wearing?"

"When I saw how handsome he looked, I called out my phone number to Legal and said call me. Young Legal thought I was talking to him, I'm sure. My neighbor knew better."

"And you were wearing?"

"Oh, that pretty black negligee Young Legal bought for me, the one I wore for you right here last month."

"How long did it take for your neighbor to call?"

"He waited a couple of days; he was a gentleman."

"My Baby is something special, a one-of-a-kind original sexpot."

"Thank you Baby, that gets you a kiss." Laura told about entertaining Upper Floor the first time, and then going to his condo to see his playroom and balcony. 

"What did you wear when you entertained your new friend?"

"The pink one you bought; he loved it."

"I'll bet he did. Did you wear just that when you went to his place?"

"Sure, he was with me. It was okay."

"I love you Baby; you get a kiss for your spirit." Laura got more than a kiss. Dan used his hands to fondle everywhere, and one kiss turned into many. Finally they broke for more champagne.

Laura described her neighbor's playroom and Dan listened with rapt fascination. He seemed to be most excited by her descriptions of the different kinds of whips, much to Laura's surprise. Dan knew that Laura would get off on the balcony as a sexual playground; she loved to show off. "Did you have him fuck you in his playroom, or on the balcony?"

"Not the first time, but he cuffed me to the rail and left me on the balcony. He took my nightgown and left me in the spotlight. God how I loved it; I heard a man call out to me. He called me a whore."

Laura leaned over the edge of the sofa and pulled her harem pants to her knees. "Fuck me Baby; imagine me naked on Upper Floor's balcony just like this. Fuck me hard the way I wanted him to fuck me."

"Did he fuck you like this?" Dan thrust hard, jabbing his cock in from behind with all of his muscle power as Laura held fast to the sofa arm. 

"No, he didn't fuck me Baby, he left me there. You have to fuck me for him. Fuck me Baby, fuck me and hear the man call me whore."

Dan held his wife by her hips and fucked hard strokes; hard cock-to-cunt strokes that brought both to high pitch. Laura continued with blurbs of her story between gasps of pleasure. "Naked . . . in spotlight naked . . . only hear, somewhere in the dark . . . whore – puta – come puta . . . pussy dripping, alone in the light . . . come whore, come to me . . . fuck me Baby, fuck me hard Dan, someone fuck me hard . . . he's out there, he wants to fuck me, use me, ohhhhhhhhhhh, yessssss, I want himmmmmmm." Dan slumped exhausted on his wife's back. He just went to the San Francisco balcony with Laura and took the place of the voice in the night.

The couple made love once more, in their bed, and slept cuddled and content. Both Dan and Laura woke full of energy; both needed the sexual bonding they shared as a rejuvenating balm. Breakfast was a normal time together as normal couples do daily. Laura packed a bag with her evening clothes, kissed Dan goodbye and out the door to work. Dan followed to his office shortly behind in schedule.

Laura made a round of her fellow executive girls as a glad to be back greeting, and to catch up on company news and gossip. First business with them was planning an out of schedule lunch for the coming week. She emailed Greg; it looked a bit cryptic on screen, but there could be no confusion. Friday lunch? – Usual place? – You drive or me? Shortly after noon, their waiter escorted them to their private alcove.

Suits with wrap skirts are convenient; Greg's hand almost immediately found its way to Laura's crotch. The hand rarely strayed during their lunch. Laura had no intention of pushing her man away. They had been apart almost two weeks, but it seemed longer. Their desire for each other burned. "When can you spend some time with me?"

"Not tonight, probably not Sunday, can I have tomorrow?"

"You can have all my tomorrows."

Each used one hand to touch and fondle, and the other to eat their lunch. Laura told of San Francisco between bites. Greg did his best to distract Laura's story fingering under her panties. Finally, Laura gave up eating and story telling; she leaned back and gave herself to Greg's pleasure. "The waiter is on his way; he is going to ask if we need anything. Come for him." Laura tried to swallow the sounds of her climax, but Greg's fingers pulled them out to hear. Ahhhh . . . Ohhhh . . . Yes . . . Yes . . . Ohhhhhhhhhhh . . . Yes . . . Mmmmm.

Laura looked up and saw the waiter standing at her side. He had seen her cum other times, and he enjoyed the sight. He was pleased watching her now. Only his eyes asked if she needed anything more, "I'll have another brandy please, one for me and my lover. Put it on a check so I can pay." Greg shook his head slightly toward the waiter suggesting he ignore the lady. 

"It will be the pleasure of the restaurant to serve you and your friend brandy Madam, we have missed having you share our hospitality."

On the way back to the office, Laura told Greg to let his new secretary get away early today. "I have to change for my meeting with Dan and Artsy tonight; I may as well use your bathroom. If you can get rid of her by four, I will have time to check under your desk and make sure she isn't doing any extra duty."

"Come at four; I will send her home at four-fifteen. I want you to meet her, it is best you both know one another."

Greg's secretary seemed nice; she was just a bit younger than Laura, attractive but not stunning. If Laura thought she had any worries about competition over Greg she might worry. She walked confidently toward Greg's bathroom to change as his new secretary walked toward the elevator. She put her blouse, skirt, jacket and stockings on hangers, then went to sit on her lover's lap.

"We have a little time, not much, at least half an hour and then I need to get dressed to meet them. I've missed you." They kissed and touched reunion; Laura through Greg's business clothes, and Greg touching bare flesh and thin lingerie. Laura's fingers worked shirt buttons so her hands could have equal opportunity to touch skin. Lovers kissed frantically. Lunch had been too public for the intensity they needed.

"Under the desk, I need you." 

With motions often practiced, Laura got to her knees in the cubbyhole as both worked with frantic hands to free cock from its confining cloth. Laura swallowed cock hard, deep into her mouth, and she sucked as fiercely as she could. The cock she really needed filled her mouth; others lacked compared to her lover's tool. With sure knowledge that this one cock still filled and fit her mouth perfectly revived, Laura backed her mouth to titillate cock's upper shaft and head.

Tongue and teeth now actively played. Lips kissed and nibbled. Her lover held Laura's head firm and fucked little short strokes that shivered thrills from cockhead to spine to brain. Greg moaned a soft ahhhh that suddenly became louder to YESSssss. Cockhead now lodged into Laura's throat, her arms pulled tight against Greg, trapping him deep. His hips bucked franticly until he spewed. Each twitch of cock shooting sperm in her belly sparked a thrill shock of satisfaction. Finally they released each other.

"You need to get a client in San Francisco."

"I will scout for one; I need you as much as you need me. Two weeks is too long."

"Take my panties off and eat me until you are ready to fuck. I want to go to Dan full with your cum." Twenty-five minutes after Greg's first lick of tongue, Laura was in his bathroom dressing in the lounging pajamas her husband purchased and putting on evening makeup. Her white lace panties and swollen labia formed a dam to keep her lover's cum inside until her husband found his hot spot later tonight.

Laura arrived at The Palette first; rather than select a table, she ordered a cocktail and leaned at the bar rail observing. There were few customers at this hour; all dressed casual but not outlandish. Laura had never been here, but she did not feel out of place in lounging pajamas. She noticed the minute Artsy stepped through the door; her color brightened the room. Dan had changed clothes also, one of his leather outfits, deerskin slacks and vest. They seemed a couple; Artsy saw Laura and led the way.

All exchanged kisses and trivial greetings. "Purple isn't a shy color, but I have never seen it that vivid. You light up the place wearing that outfit; I love it."

"Dan called me early this morning, before noon, and told me what you were wearing. I think we both go well with this gentleman, don't you?"

"I must agree; you have done wonders for Dan's style away from the office", Laura kissed her husband and stroked the soft leather he wore.

All had a round of drinks at the bar; they made polite, inconsequential, conversation and greeted a few people Dan and Artsy knew. Artsy admired the bolero cape that topped Laura's outfit, "This cape makes the look complete. Wear it for an evening out, leave it off, or wear only the cape, in the bedroom." After fifteen or twenty minutes at the bar, they decided to sit and have dinner.

At their table, they began with wine and appetizers. Artsy suggested oysters on the half shell. Dan visibly blushed and shook his head no; Laura grinned, but tried to cover with her hand. "You two don't eat raw oysters, I'm surprised?"

"Dan had a bad experience with oysters the last time we had them; let him tell you sometime, when you are alone. Why don't you order from the tapas menu?"

"Artsy, the reason I wanted to get together tonight is to talk about a possible new line for Business Lady; let's call it Business Loungewear for now. I don't know how much Dan has told you already." 

Artsy summarized what she already knew of Laura's idea. "Where do I come in?"

"You know designers, fabrics and colors. Most important, you know how those things have to fit together to be stunning. I need a quick education, and introductions to the right creative people."

"Tell me more about the clothing style, how do you see it, who would wear these clothes and to what sort of things."

"I would say very dressy casual, early evening. I see what you are wearing, maybe not quite so much color, and what I am wearing, with a more substantial fabric, as the look I want. Maintain the professional image, but comfortably and with style; not sexy, certainly not daring, but dramatic and elegant. Does that fit?"

"I think I get it, sounds cool in fact. What price range, who are you customers.

"Price is two-fifty to five hundred, maybe six. Market is professional women, wives of executive and professional men, also very senior support people like myself. The market is women who are confident and want to comfortably show that confidence out of the office."

"You can shade that price range higher just a bit. I am a junior executive, and I know I would pay four hundred without blinking to have the woman at my side help with a new client introduction just by looking confidently dressed and successful. I wouldn't blink at six hundred because the potential reward is so high."

"Do you see why I love to have him go shopping with me, Artsy? Dan, you are special; what other man would pick out a dress that cost nine hundred fifty dollars to wear on a date with Greg?" Dan blushed and Artsy decided not to respond.

"I can put you in touch with some people; I think a get together at your home, possibly an evening at my gallery or even Mrs. Patron's home would work. Now I want talk about your home, about your living room art gallery. I am sure your portrait is feeling lonely in there by herself."

"Laura and I have talked about this exact subject recently."

"Let me make suggestions; trust me, I am the expert on this topic."

"Your nude is a fantastic centerpiece. Every gallery room must have one piece of art that says what the room is about, you have it as your first piece."

"Stay with nudes I hope you mean, not just nudes of me."

"Exactly, but more exclusive than just nudes, show only paintings, sculptures, drawings, even quality photographs of ordinary people. Beautiful like you, of course, but not models, I think your gallery room should focus on men and women you know."

Artsy led this discussion. Dan especially, also Laura, participated with ideas and questions. Their conversation was spirited, and Laura realized how much Dan was totally comfortable with the subject matter. Her husband seemed captivated by Artsy's world in a very easygoing way. The artist's mind, as well as her art world, had become his passionate hobby. Laura gave Artsy a tender kiss on the cheek, and was pulling away when Artsy pulled her back. Laura accepted Artsy's warm lips on hers; she felt them quiver as though speaking inner thoughts.

"Give it to Dan, from Artsy", Laura did her best to convey the exact kiss his friend had entrusted down to the quiver in her lips. Dan's tongue snake darted three times between her lips as they vibrated on her husband's. Laura pulled back, stared into Dan's eyes, and saw those eyes shift to the other woman. "From Dan", she spoke softly, but with emotion. Artsy accepted Dan's kiss from his wife's lips. Laura repeated the three light tongue thrusts and Artsy opened for them.




Always Faithful Ch. 04.3



Author's Notes: First and foremost, Always Faithful is a work of fiction; no characters depict any known persons. To the best of the author's knowledge, there is no women's clothing manufacturer by the name of Business Lady. Chapter 4.2 ended with an evening dinner date with Laura, Dan and Artsy.

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Four -- Year of Turmoil -- 4.3 Business Lady and Bitch -- men and Women

Only a simple action required, open front door with your key and a twist on the knob; Laura's persona changed from wife of Dan to mistress of her other home, her home with Greg. Less than two hours before, she woke up beside her husband, made coffee in the kitchen, showered in their bathroom, and pulled a simple shift over her head for dress. She kissed Dan as she handed over his first morning cup of coffee, and watched him take his first few sips.

Turning to her dresser, Laura removed her rings and put them in their special box. "I am leaving these here today for you; I will put them on tomorrow before I see you and Artsy. I hope it helps." With a last kiss and a borrowed taste of Dan's coffee, Laura walked toward their bedroom door. Dan took in the symbols of Laura's goodbye; she was going to her other husband nude save light dress and slip on shoes. "Laura, you should wear his anklet; wear something of his."

"Do you want to put it on my foot?"

Laura hung her jacket and found Greg at the kitchen table in his bathrobe. "If you pour a cup for me I'll take these clothes off and join you."

"Can't resist that offer." Their coffee was well cooled by the time Laura extracted her body from inside Greg's bathrobe to drink her first cup of the day. "How much time?"

"I sleep here tonight; I will have a late brunch with Dan and Artsy tomorrow. I think I like having two husbands?"

"This husband is going to warm up our coffee."

"Am I enough for you to eat for breakfast?"

They moved to the den holding hands. Greg's fingers first realized Laura wasn't wearing her wedding rings; they stroked and massaged lightly where the rings normally lay. Laura was immediately aware of the significance Greg's finger action held. Oh shit, I hope he doesn't get the wrong impression; he will, he already has. He put their cups on an end table and hugged her tight.

Standing at the sofa, kiss with building passion, hands touch each other everywhere, Laura felt her ruby ring change from right to left; she pumped hard against the thick shaft trapped by her mound as the ruby replaced her diamond. "I want to fuck you in every way; I want you to fuck me until we are exhausted. When you have me gasping for breath and ready to say no more, I want you to make love to me so sweetly that I just babble like a schoolgirl; Laura loves Greg, Laura loves Greg."

The hard fucking part of the day began immediately in the den, moved eventually to the bedroom, and lasted until their bodies cried out for food as sun gave way to moon. They never dressed. Greg finally called for delivery from a Vietnamese restaurant and accepted delivery wearing his robe as Laura waited nude in the kitchen. She brought champagne and glasses just as the delivery boy was leaving, and blew a kiss to a face with eyes so wide they no longer had their slant.

"You love doing that, don't you?"

"There is a balcony in San Francisco; I go out there in the evening and think of you."

"It's a little cool for that at this time of the year."

"I get goose bumps; that makes me think of you even more."

"Take your clip the next time you go to San Francisco; wear it on your balcony. If anyone sees you and asks about it, tell them it was a gift from your lover to honor the best sex you have ever had." Laura's face glowed, "I will find someone to show it to; I'll call out if I must."

"I want you to . . . . Are you ready to have your ass . . ." They laughed at each other for having the same desire. "Yes, as soon as we finish the glass I want you to fuck my ass. Flip a coin, heads you get once, tails you get my tail a second time. I hope it comes up tails."

"Let's go to the bedroom." Within minutes, Laura was on the bed, ass up, and Greg was behind preparing her behind for taking. "Use a condom this time; I want to save you."

"Ahhhh . . . Yessss, just like that. Take me. I miss you when I am at BL; I miss you, I miss your big hard cock, I miss the way you fuck me so well." Greg reached around from behind and wrenched nipples in a hard twist as he drove the last few inches of cock deep inside Laura's ass. Laura screamed her sex song at a high pitch. Greg matched her chants with strong thrusts. He had already cum four times during the day; with a rubber as insulation and four loads behind he knew he could fuck almost forever. Neither could move, barely speak and breathe, a half hour later when number five finally splashed into the tip of latex.

"Did I say something about two for tails? I am exhausted, no more; I don't think I can take any more. I am fucked out and you did it." Greg simply licked along Laura's spine; he was too tired at the moment to even think of responding. He cupped her sex, licked her spine, and nestled his weary head against her back. They fell into a sleep of sexed satisfaction; Laura revived first and removed the used condom, tied it off and put it aside, before heading to the bathroom to cleanse herself.





Always Faithful Ch. 04.3



"Oh yes, yes Augusta, I feel it in me."

"Now Dan, NOW!"

Both screamed loud YESes. Dan continued to scream as a stream shot up from cock's slit, formed a parabolic arc, and fell. Artsy positioned to catch the stream of Dan's semen on Laura's nightshirt. Cock continued to shoot jerking back and forth each time. Four long streaks of pearl dripped across the dark green silk before Dan could relax. Artsy carefully removed the nightshirt and put it where Laura had left it for her use. She led Dan under the covers and they slept the night through holding one another.

Dan and Artsy slept peacefully late on a cool Sunday morning. They stirred, kissed, used the bathroom, returned to bed for more kissing and went back to sleep. Laura and Greg woke early and followed much the same routine with an exception. "I like waking with you on Sunday; we have time for more than a quicky before going to work."

Greg pulled Laura on top, "Ride the pony lover, take my horse for a good long ride."

Laura offered her breasts and Greg gripped nipples tight, twisting and pulling. "Yes Baby, so good. I'll stir up the juice so you can slide right in." Laura spread her lips, guided Greg's thick cock to her entrance and rocked. She diddled her clit and juices soon flowed. Time, it was time to swallow cock; she held it in place and drove her trunk down hard. Both called out their pleasure; Laura began to rock back and forth with often practiced motions.

"Oh how I missed you when I was gone." Laura squeezed her lover's thickness. Greg twisted her nipples even harder until Laura winced and held his cock in a vise grip. "Come bite them lover; bite my tits till I sing. Milk my breast as I milk your cock. Mark me so my other husband will know you have had me." Greg bit each tit hard, and he stabbed as hard into Laura at each bite. Laura shrieked her excitement and fucked back meeting each thrust. They climaxed together and collapsed.

Eventually they recovered and made way to the kitchen for coffee. "I guess I should shower before going home."

"No, Dan knows where you are and what we have been doing. If you must go, I want to send you home as used goods."

"Well used, very well used goods thanks to you my love." Laura poured another cup of coffee and sat straddle on Greg's lap so she could kiss him between sips. "I love you my darling."

"You will go back to Dan used and unfaithful for baring your soul."

"Yes, I am an unfaithful wife, unfaithful because I love you with all of my heart." She looked at the clock on the wall. "I need to be home by eleven at the latest; it's almost nine-thirty now, we have time for at least once more."

"Let's use the den; I think that's where we left your dress yesterday." They opened the drapes and looked out into a winter ravaged back yard, "We still need to make love out there; it's too cold or we could today."

Greg pressed her body against the glass; Laura shivered at the cool on her chest. This love making began with warm touches all over Laura's back as her front pressed against the clear, cold, hard window. She gave her senses to conflicting stimulation; her breath fogged glass. Suddenly Greg turned her and pulled her body into a consuming kiss. With fingertip, Laura drew a heart on the glass and scribed their initials; they made palm prints around the heart. Laura led to the sofa; she mounted ready for her lover. "Take me, fuck me here and now."

An hour later she looked at her body as she covered love's bruises with a thin dress. "As soon as Dan sees my breasts he'll know what we have been up to this morning."

"Unless he starts looking from the bottom; when he looks at how red and swollen your lips are he'll know. Hell girl, he knows now without looking; this isn't the first time you've gone to him like this."

"Yeah, but Artsy is probably still there. What the hell, she knows too."

Greg held her jacket for her left arm, then changed his mind and pulled it back. "I don't want you to go yet; take your dress off."

"Greg!"

"Off, now! I want you one more time. Suck me then you can go."

"You are a shit. You just want to mark your turf, show you are my stud man." Laura pulled her dress over her head and went to her knees. "Fuck my face you no good bastard; you do the work. Just fuck me."

Their last sex of the weekend was brutal. Greg held hard and fucked hard, fast and deep. By another couple it would be clear sex assault, rape. Between them it was an act of wanton sexual desire they played out often. Laura loved having her face fucked hard by her lover's thick cock. Greg reveled in the sexual aggression Laura lovingly accepted. Even after fucking so many times in the last twenty-four hours, passion built quickly. The violent sex did not last long. Greg spewed what little cum tribute he could manage straight down Laura's throat within minutes. "Pick up my clothes and walk me to the car. You can dress me there."

Twenty minutes later, Laura found her husband and his friend curled up on cushions in front of the fireplace. "I need a shower and then I will join you."

"Just put something comfortable on; you don't need to shower, we know what you've been up to."

The sun was almost setting when Laura told Artsy she could keep the silk nightshirt as a gift, and offered her car keys so she could drive herself home. "I want to shower with my husband, make love with him, and spend the night in bed. We will work out the order as we go along."

Laura's four weeks at home were a whirlwind of activity, not totally sexual. At Tuesday lunch with her fellow executive assistants, she floated an idea for modeling Business Lady outfits at the regional bar meeting in the summer. The next day Laura began serious preparatory work for the quarterly Senior Partners Committee meeting. Work kept her busy; she skipped her Friday lunch date with Greg.

Her hectic month culminated in an overscheduled weekend before Laura returned to San Francisco. She determined the minutes and supporting documents from the partners meeting would be done before lunch Friday, even if lunch had to be delayed. "Greg darling, can you put lunch off until one-thirty; I'll make it worth your while?" Their friend the owner-maitre-waiter was surprised to see them come in so late. "Welcome, you are welcome at any time."

Greg ordered for both immediately as they walked to their alcove. "We would like two bottles of champagne today, one now and one when you serve our meal." He gave other requests to the man in private.

"Of course, it will be perfect."

Greg was helping Laura out of her jacket when their champagne arrived. The waiter also had two candles that he lit before pouring and the overhead light went off as if by magic. The waiter offered Greg the traditional first taste, "Let Laura determine if the wine is satisfactory."

Greg continued her undressing, removing her skirt as she raised glass to drink. "It is perfect, everything here is always perfect."

"Take good care of the lady's suit please."

As the man pushed through the beaded curtain carrying her clothes, Laura kissed Greg with intensity. "We have been blatant here before; today is extraordinary though."

"As long as we are being extraordinary", Greg unfastened Laura's bra and put it next to one of the candles.

"I'm game if you are; I bought the panties and bra as a matched set."

"I have barely seen you the last three weeks; you've been working too hard."

"Make up for it by seeing me bare today, is that the lunch menu?"

"I like what is on the menu today." They cuddled and drank champagne until their waiter returned with food. He was used to their displays, had seen Laura partially undressed many times. He acted nonplussed, and made no attempt to avert his gaze while serving.

"You will have complete privacy."

"Stand up; I want you for my appetizer." Laura filled her mouth with champagne and then sucked Greg's cock into the bubbles. She used her tongue like a child splashing in a tub as she played with her cock toy. When she swallowed the wine, Laura swallowed cock as well. The eroticism of Laura's almost public oral sex caught Greg immediately and he added his juice to the wine. They kissed and began their lunch meal.

"Try a taste of this." The lovers played, ate, kissed, touched various sensitive body parts and generally enjoyed a slow sensual afternoon meal. Neither was in a hurry. Laura put two grapes in her mouth before kissing Greg. They passed grapes back and forth with tongues; finally each eating one, spitting seeds, and kissing again. "I can think of more interesting places you can put those grapes."

"Get a fruit basket and we can experiment."

"I will do just that, soon. Do you need to go back to the office?"

"Unfortunately I do; I wish we could stay and play. You better go get my suit while I do my underwear."

Laura didn't get back to her office and a message from Dan to call until almost three-thirty. Hi Baby, you called? -- Sure, I think I can handle a small change of plans for tonight, tell me. -- Let's make sure I've got this straight; I go home and change, Greg has me until nine, and then I get him to drop me at Mrs. Patron's. Is that the plan? -- Okay, see you at Mrs. Patron's at nine. Have fun with Artsy and the painter until then. Love you Baby."

Greg followed Laura home at the end of the day. "Would you like a drink first, or would you rather undress me again?" In the master bedroom, Laura hung each article, or put in her hamper, as Greg undressed her. It was okay for you to keep your clothes on at lunch while I was nude, but I am the proprietor of this room. You are overdressed." After undressing her lover, Laura turned down the bed cover.

"Do we have time for your wedding dress?"

Laura was caught off guard by Greg's question for a moment, but then, "No, not today. When I wear my wedding dress for you I want it to be perfect. Today is quicky time." She led Greg to the bed then stopped in thought. "Get in bed and wait for me."

Minutes of scurrying put Laura in the bathroom; minutes later she emerged shimmering white. "You've seen the veil; Dan gave me to you wearing this veil I wore our wedding day. No other man has seen this gown." Laura came to the bed she only shared with her husband and kissed her other husband. "Wearing this gown and veil in this bed is cheating and being unfaithful. Make love to me my darling husband. Make sweet love to your wicked unfaithful wife who offers body and soul to you. Make love with me and drive away my infidelity."

Their expression of love was pure tender sharing. No aggression, no titillation of pain, no screams of joy to expose themselves to others filled the bedroom. They kissed and touched and gave of each other. Laura gave in to an ultimate infidelity, "Oh Greg, darling, my Baby, my Baby, I love you so now and forever. I love you Baby." Greg held his love tight and crooned his emotion softly in her ear.





Always Faithful Ch. 04.3



"Your husband kisses exquisitely; did you teach him?"

"Yes, he does; we learned together so to speak. He also had advanced kiss lessons with Mrs. Patron, he tells me."

"Whoever taught him did well, he is a good student. He almost made me want to try a guy one more time."

"I offered to wear a skirt and lipstick the next time if she would."

"Oh, I want to see that. You stay away from him while I am in San Francisco. Wait until I get back."

"I'll kiss you so you can imagine while you are in San Francisco. It's a lovely city, one of my favorites." LF and Laura kissed. "You breasts looked lovely in that skirt; may I see them again?" Laura half turned and made her blouse available for unbuttoning. Soon it draped on the arm of the love seat and LF fondled her as they drank another brandy.

"One last question, when you were modeling this skirt, when you came to me and made pirouette, I heard bells?"

Laura looked at her husband and paused considering her response. Speaking directly to Dan she answered LF. "I am wearing Greg's jewelry tonight, all of the jewelry he has given me. He asked me to wear everything when I go to San Francisco this time. He asked me to keep him close in some way." Laura pointed her right hand with the ruby ring toward Dan, and Dan understood all she was saying.

"Take your skirt off and show LF."

"Come, oh yes, come close, I want to see you close." LF tinkled the bells between Laura's thighs and looked up, "From your lover?"

Laura answered softly, "Yes, his second gift. He put them on after we made love earlier tonight."

LF turned her to face the others and had her stand splayed before them so she could reach between her thighs. "Mrs. Patron, I think the gift Laura is wearing tonight, a gift her lover gave as decoration, is almost as erotic as Rupert's candlesticks, don't you?"

"I think Laura is a perfect complement to her husband."

LF tinkled Laura's chime bells one last time for the audience and pulled the woman close to join her on the love seat. All enjoyed the last brandy of the evening while sharing quiet conversation.

"Laura, my dear woman, would you object if my friend and I shared Daniel as a sleeping partner tonight?"

"No, I don't think I would object at all." Laura whispered something to LF and watched her nod assent. "Since you are going to entertain my husband in your bed tonight, I assume I can entertain your other two guests?"

"Of course, my dear, I think you should."

Laura drank the last drops of her brandy and walked across the floor to Mrs. Patron. They kissed a bit more than cursory, women kissing. "Thank you; you are wonderful."

"Why don't you take the brandy with you; it can be a fun accomplice to evening games?" Laura kissed the woman again and then went to her husband to kiss him goodnight.

"Mrs. Patron, may we take the candlesticks with us tonight? Laura seemed fascinated with Rupert's gifts. I think it would be appropriate that Artsy and I pleasure her by erotic candle light."

Laura and Dan didn't return home until Saturday evening. They packed for their trip and went to bed, to sleep. They rose early Sunday, leaving for the airport after a quick breakfast. Laura set off the metal detector with her jewelry; she asked if one of the women attendants could perform a private screening. Dan was curious about her night with LF and Artsy, but Laura continued to put him off. "I'll tell all over champagne as we wing our way west."

"Well hello, it is good to see you again. We will try to make your trip to San Francisco as comfortable as possible."

"This is my husband Dan; he is coming with me this trip." The first class flight attendant led them to their seats and stepped into the still vacant row in front of them to take a before departure drink order; champagne seemed a natural choice. "I'm so glad you are coming with me this time."

"Business glad, or pleasure?"

"Both." Dan and Laura drank their champagne, tried to ignore the bustle of boarding, and settled into their semi comfortable space while waiting for taxi and takeoff. There was little sense in beginning discussion until they were in the air.

"So you're curious about my time with Artsy and LF, mostly LF I'll bet; I want to hear about your experience with your two women as well. Shall I start?" In the fifteen minutes it took the plane to get to cruising altitude and more champagne to be served, Laura told Dan how ritualistic it felt to walk naked between the two women to bedchamber. When they each lit one of the phallic candles it began; tonight Laura would be sexual offering to gods of lesbian sex. "I guess I should say Goddess of Lesbos, but that is so trite to be corny."

"Artsy led since she had been to Mrs. Patron's home before and knew where we were going. LF followed behind me. I could feel her eyes on my ass cheeks the whole way to the bedroom. Each of them held a candle; they held the cock candleholder like they were jacking it. The light flickered with our motion; the flickering light made everything seem even more eerie. My bells tinkling with each step added to the eroticism of walking an unfamiliar hallway to an unknown bedroom."

Laura described undressing the other women once they were in the bedroom. She tried to begin with LF, but was directed gently toward Artsy. "The eerie effects continued, here I was in a bedroom naked with two fully clothed women that I was about to begin stripping. If it had been a guy, even two guys, no problem. But two women, I can't believe I was into doing anything with women, but I sure was. I would have done the same with four guys, but I was undressing Artsy. Every time I undid a snap or button, lowered a zipper, I kissed whatever I exposed. I got to her panties before she stopped me."

The attendant knelt in the aisle to ask if they need more champagne or anything else. Laura noticed that Dan probably got a good view of her legs well up her skirt the way she was positioned. Laura prolonged the order using pleasant conversation to protract her stay. She reached across Dan to touch the woman's hand to end their chat. When she returned to the galley Dan commented, "You've picked up flirting with women well, LF teach you?"

"I saw where you were looking and kept her here because I love to do nice things for you." Dan kissed his wife and they waited for their champagne.

Laura resumed her story, describing how she undressed LF. Dan listened, and adjusted in his seat as his wife told about stripping the second woman. Laura undressed the same woman he verbally fought with earlier in the evening. She undressed her as prelude to sex. Laura undressed the same woman he made out with in the back seat as Artsy drove the car. "Did you kiss LF the same way you kissed Artsy? Did you kiss each new bit of skin?"

"Well, sort of that way; I started just like I did with Artsy. It seemed so natural. LF wanted more; she is more demanding."

"Oh yeah Baby, I know what you are saying. LF is certainly a demanding woman."

Laura smiled, "I learned to enjoy some of her demands." She stuck her tongue out and wiggled it at her husband.

"She didn't have to teach you how to use your tongue. I know for a fact that you do that as expert."

"Until this weekend, only with men; women are a bit different if you haven't noticed."

"I don't have any experience with men, but I think I have seen some difference between us guys and the girls."

After Laura had LF stripped to panties, they both returned attention to Artsy. Laura went to her knees to slide the last nylon cover down. LF kneeled beside her and guided her kisses to Artsy's newly uncovered flesh. "I was just going to give a little kiss, mostly on her hip, but close. LF had other ideas. First she told me how to kiss Artsy's pretty pussy; then she eased me to the side and gave an on the job demonstration. There is another difference between men and women Baby; LF gave a new meaning to oral sex with a woman. It wasn't oral sex, or eating pussy, or anything like that at all. LF worshiped Artsy's puss with me right close beside her. I was drawn along with her. Before we were through, before I learned my lesson well as the saying goes, I was worshiping right with her. We prayed at that curved slit in totally new ways. LF showed me how to use the tip of my nose and the tip of my tongue at the same time."

"Wow, you liked eating Artsy's puss, huh?"

"Yeah Baby, I did, I surely did, but more about me and Artsy later. I still had to get LF's panties off."

The pilot made some announcement about cruising altitude and calm skies that Dan and Laura ignored; the attendant made another circle through the first class cabin. Laura continued her bedroom story of the threesome with Artsy and LF. "It was the same as with Artsy, but a bit different too. LF wanted deeper, harder kisses down there. She held me there kissing and licking until I gave her a small orgasm. Artsy just stood back and watched us for a while, but when we started really having fun she stroked my shoulders and neck."

"When we were through, I was standing in front of them holding their panties, a pair in each hand, and they decided to play bell ringer. Finally LF got cute, told Artsy to keep ringing the bells, she got one of the candlesticks and had me sit on it."

"I hope she blew out the candle?"

"You silly", Laura kissed him and gave some tongue. "Just the candlestick. If that candlestick came from a gay cock, it sure knows its way around and into a girl's sweet bottom. My cunt was stuffed. They were even bigger than Greg."

The attendant served their breakfast meal interrupting story time. Laura reached under Dan's tray to check something. She felt her husband's cock long and thickened in his pants. "You are excited hearing about my weekend, aren't you?"

"Guilty, you had a fun time and I like hearing about it."

"I want to hear about your time with our two hostess friends after breakfast." They finished their meal and got more wine before Dan began his story.

"I've been with Mrs. Patron before, a goodly number of times, and her friend a couple of times. This was the first time together. We were probably more sedate than you and your bed partners, but for a pair of sixty something women they can get active." Dan told about undressing his two women much as Laura had hers. They spent slow minutes kissing; he with each of the ladies, and then receiving kisses from them together as he lay back on the bed. Mrs. Patron insisted Dan make love to her friend first, and Dan slowly brought her to a body wrenching climax that took her breath away.

Both women kissed him again as he recuperated. Their kisses moved from face to his chest to his waist. His first partner kissed cock and balls to thank them, and rejuvenate them for Mrs. Patron's pleasure. Mrs. Patron kissed Dan's nipples. Dan felt her hand traipse down his stomach to where her friend was busy. Mrs. Patron held cock to her friend's lips for kisses causing Dan to suck air into his lungs with a loud hiss. Dan brought Mrs. Patron to his mouth for a long, sensuous kiss. He rolled her onto her back and began to kiss the underside of her thighs.

"I never realized just how easy it is to get a woman into position to cradle a man into her center. If you begin kissing at each knee and work underneath to behind her knees and up her thighs, a woman seems to just naturally spread wide, raise her knees, and make the most inviting Vee. She assumes perfect sex position to take a cock deep. It worked for Mrs. Patron, and it worked for her friend the second time."

"We made love; oh it was incredible. I am amazed at how much she brings out of me, and how much of herself she gives."

"I know I have said this many times before; I want to be just like her when I grow up."

Dan kissed his wife, "You already are in your own way, Baby." Dan got a little carried away with his ardency; his hands searched for flesh under Laura's clothes; his tongue probed his Baby's mouth. Laura finally pushed him away.

"Down boy, you are getting too excited telling your story. I will take over story time again Baby." Laura continued telling of her night with the two younger artists. "I'm not used to women's bodies Baby, not in any sexual way that is. Both Artsy and LF have great bodies; I felt like a dumpling between them."

"You're no dumpling, a little bit curvy, but not even full figured. Greg and I both know you have a great body; I'll bet a bunch of other guys think so but don't know." Laura smiled appreciatively at her husband's reinforcement.

"They are different, from one another I mean; Artsy has a more feminine figure; her boobs are bigger than LF, almost as big as me. She keeps just a little patch of her hair as trim, but you probably know that."

"LF has almost no tits at all, a certified A cup, but they are muscle hard with pointy tips, fun to tease and play with. She is very sensitive there. Did you know she has a couple of tattoos?"

"No, what kind, tell me about them."

"They are down here", Laura pointed to her lap, between her legs. "Very close in, on the right side she has a paint brush, and on the left a palette. I am sure she had a woman do them, they couldn't have been put there without a lot of handling in some very sensitive places."

"Did LF's tattoos give you any ideas?"

"Well Baby, I spent a lot of time looking very close at them. I looked at her tattoos; I kissed them and even bit them lightly. My tongue knows their shape and texture. Do I want a tattoo, is that what you mean?"

"You could pick something for me on one side and Greg on the other; do you think a thin cock and a fat one would work?"

"How about a circle around fat cock, and a circle with a line across over the thin cock? That would mean no access for my man with the thin cock, wouldn't it?"

"I guess the bar means NO; that is what it always means on public signs."

"You are correct; no access for my husband Dan's thin cock, but always available for my lover Greg's thick cock." Laura leaned her head back in her seat and smiled; she pressed the recline button on her seat. Dan watched as his wife closed her eyes and lightly stroked herself through her skirt. Laura had just drifted off to be with Greg for a moment, maybe more than a moment. Dan reached his hand to join hers, but Laura brushed it off as she frowned. The no access bar had dropped as a gate; his baby was with Greg.

"Baby, it was just a tattoo, LF's tattoo we were talking about."

Laura raised her seat and returned to the conversation. "Sorry, I got distracted. I might have been with LF; she was very demanding our second time. You are just assuming I was with Greg."

"I know where you were. What about the second time? How was she demanding? How many times did she do you?"

"Questions, questions, you ask a lot of questions about my first time with a woman." Laura initiated their kiss this time. "She started out gentle; I guess she thought that was the best way to show me women making love could be different from men and women together. The first time she lightly tweaked my nipple I helped her; I showed her that I wanted more. I must have excited her because she got progressively more physical. The second time she fucked me, LF really worked me over."

"For your second orgasm, is that what you mean?"

"Oh no Baby, not at all. I couldn't count the number of orgasms then, and don't even want to try to number them now. Putting a number to what the three of us shared would make it trivial."

"Oh!" Laura told how LF made love that transitioned to mild aggression their first time, and then she let her rest when Laura could stand no more pleasure. LF then turned to Artsy in a make out, loving session that Laura watched with growing fascination. "Artsy made love to me next while LF rested and watched us."

"Making love with Artsy was very different from LF; she is gentle, sensitive, and she has the most incredibly talented hands. They touch and feel everything. Artsy can make a painting, tell a story, whatever; I don't know how to describe what she does with her hands. She could do me again anytime."

"I know; she did me with her hands alone Friday night. She is incredible in many ways."

"Artsy gave me several orgasms, at least two or three I think, and I got her off a couple of times as well. Then both of them made love to me together. They made me just lie on the bed and take whatever pleasure they chose to give. I was in heaven."

Their flight attendant came by to check on them just as Laura finished telling about the two women driving her to unexplored heights of sexual pleasure. She told them they would begin the landing descent in about forty-five minutes, that she had some paperwork to do, and that she was going to take a break herself after filling their last request. Dan wanted to know, "Are we being met Baby?"

"Yes, I have a limo ordered. We don't have to drive or taxi."

"Then I will have something stronger; I may need it if your story gets any hotter." Dan answered the flight attendant's question. "How about a double brandy? My wife has been telling wicked stories and I need something strong to bolster me."

"I'll have the same; the next episode is hot enough to need brandy."

"I may skip the paperwork and take my break with you two. Story time sounds like fun." She quickly brought their brandy but did not stay for the story.

"By the time LF finally did me the second time, we had been fucking for at least two hours, more likely three. I really don't know what time it was and I damned sure didn't care. Like I said, they took me to heaven. For our second time, LF gave me a glimpse of hell. I know you two were kidding about the skirt thing, but you might want to think about it. LF is a sexual animal, a wild cat, panther, mountain lion, puma; I just don't know how to describe her. If I were a guy I would consider cutting my balls and cock off to have a night like I had with her. It's a good thing she prefers women so I qualify unaltered."

"You've seen me when I come home after a good session with Greg. We can both take a look at me when we get to the apartment. I am sure I am marked and swollen."

"Wow, I do want to look."

Laura described being slapped, pinched, all of her sensitive parts twisted, often viciously, as LF taunted her verbally to bare more and more of her sexual soul. She straddled my face and I tried my best to suck her inside out. She called me a worthless baby virgin whore; she called me every filthy name she could dream up. She said she was going to stick pennies in her cunt and make me suck them out and swallow them. The bitch said I wasn't worth nickels, dimes or quarters; I had to make do with pennies until I learned how to suck her cunt to please her."

"Good God Laura, that's disgusting."

"I loved it; I sucked harder, shoved my tongue deeper inside. I was desperate sucking her, and she was cursing me out; her hands worked my poor pussy over. She slapped me down there; pinch doesn't begin to describe how she used my lips. I screamed, but my screams were lost in the bitch's cunt. She put fingers inside me; she took forever to get them all in. Dan, Baby, Oh My God, she got them all in. Even more than with Greg, she really stretched me. I can't wait until she does my portrait; I know she will use me as much as Portrait did but harder. I just can't wait."

An impersonal voice made the announcement. Ladies and gentlemen, put your tray tables and seat backs in upright position. If you have any carry-on luggage out please stow it under your seat. Prepare for landing, we will be on the ground and at our gate in fifteen minutes. "I hope you both had a pleasant trip and have a good time in San Francisco. Travel with us every time you travel." Dan thanked the attendant for her service. Laura noticed the limo driver first and soon their luggage was loaded and they were on the way to Laura's West coast home.




Always Faithful Ch. 04.4



Author's Notes: First and foremost, Always Faithful is a work of fiction; no characters depict any known persons. To the best of the author's knowledge, there is no women's clothing manufacturer by the name of Business Lady. The prior post ended with Dan joining Laura's BDSM play with her San Francisco neighbor. 

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FOUR -- YEAR OF TURMOIL -- 4.4 LAURA DEVOTES HERSELF TO HER SECOND HUSBAND

Laura started her car; she fingered the ruby ring on her right hand before shifting to Drive. Having Dan with me in San Francisco last week was great. Fucking with Dan and Upper Floor in the fog on the balcony excited me the way I knew it would. Strapped to that thing, strapped down, whipped, and then ass fucked by that Mario was crazy, and you loved it girl, admit it to yourself. You loved the decadence of that sex, and you loved that Dan listened over the phone. That night was pure dirty sex. A horn honked and snapped her head to reality and her driving.

Dan drove to work deep in thought too, but his thoughts were not at all comforting. My wife can be a bitch; can be hell, she is a committed bitch. She fucks every man she sees, and now some of the women. She fucks my girlfriend. She fucks my girlfriend who won't allow me more than a sister-kiss even though she likes me, has deep feelings for me. Artsy won't let me get in the batter's box because I am married to Laura, and Laura fucks her brains out. Dan struggled in his mind all the way to his parking spot. As he locked the car he voiced to no one the final indignity, "She put her rings in the box and is going to live with Greg. She says she doesn't know for how long."

Greg's mind spoke to him this morning too. I am glad Laura is back; I've missed her. I wish I had never negotiated the Business Lady deal for her. I barely saw her the last time she was in town. I can share her with Dan; after all he is her husband. I actually like Dan, I wouldn't put up with Laura having me as lover if we were married. We could be great friends if I wasn't in love with and fucking his wife. Greg got on the elevator and shook his head to clear away Laura thoughts and prepare for a day with legal dragons.

Laura had some final thoughts before work. She just sat in her car as she shut it down so she could finish with her personal life for the next eight hours. My affair with Greg is important to me; I need it. What Greg and I share is more than an office affair, much more. Just face it girl, you are a woman with two husbands, and you have been cheating on one of them because you considered him a lover, not a husband. You need to grow up and be responsible. You can't cheat on Greg with Upper Floor while you are in San Francisco if you are going to be faithful to Greg as a wife to a husband. I need to start treating Greg as faithfully as I treat Dan, and make our marriage as important as my marriage with Dan. With resolve, Laura opened the car door and walked with spritely step into the building where she worked.

Laura was too busy with work to call Greg and tell him she would go home with him tonight. Greg must have a full day too, he always calls me as soon as I am due back, she thought to herself. She finally called him after three. Hello my darling, I am back. -- Would you let a lady buy you a drink after work? -- I'll stop by your office about four-thirty. -- Bye darling, I love you. They met at their lawyer hangout bar.

They were almost through their first drink when Greg noticed the changes in Laura's ring situation. He took her left hand near the ruby, "Does this mean what I hope it means?"

"Yes."

"How long this time?"

"No set time, a longer time; until you throw me out."

"That won't happen, you know that."

"I've been neglecting you, neglecting us; I want time with you to fix that." They each had another martini and went home. Laura stopped for takeout on the way.

After the first few days, Laura and Greg settled into a typical married life routine. They didn't begin undoing buttons and zippers as they got out of their cars. They didn't have sex in the kitchen or den every night before thinking about what's for dinner. But those first few days were a sexual whirlwind. Laura made sure to strike a pose at the kitchen counter. Greg pulled her onto his lap as he sat in his favorite chair in the den. Clothes flew through the air to be picked up after orgasm, usually after more than one orgasm.

By mid week they took only one car to work; Laura deferred to Greg and let him drive. Laura brought coffee in bed in the morning instead of a sexual romp. They normally went straight home, had a drink to relax and talk about their day, watched the early evening news and then fixed dinner. When Greg tried to help with clean up, Laura chased him out of the kitchen. They made love almost every evening, but at bedtime. They saved their wilder sexual gymnastics for the weekend. Laura and Greg acted like a very normal married couple.

Laura's focus was so totally on Greg she didn't even think of Dan; she didn't call him in the afternoon as she often did from her desk. Laura set a goal to build a married life with Greg, and she succeeded. Greg too settled into place as husband, even though he knew he was husband to another man's wife. It troubled him only slightly; he and Laura had a year's experience with their affair. Greg accepted his love for Laura and their unconventional relationship.

Dan was not as accepting. At first his anger affected his work relationships; he was short with people in the office, short tempered and sharp tongued. His secretary pointed out his attitude after overhearing a phone conversation with a customer. He railed at first, thought some, and knew she was correct. Dan asked her out for a happy hour drink in apology. They had three drinks and she accepted Dan's offer to drive her home. He accepted her offer to come in for one more drink. He later told her he couldn't spend the night, but he kissed her good bye twice at the door step. She looks good standing there nude and waving goodbye. I better be careful, Dan thought.

After spending the evening with his secretary, Dan's head began to clear. He focused on business during the day, and did his best to forget about Laura at night. He had been ignoring Artsy; even when he saw her they didn't talk, not about that weekend. Finally he called her at work. Hi, it's Dan. Have you got a minute? -- We haven't talked lately. -- Yes, I agree we should. - Are you available for a drink and conversation after work? - I think Gilly's might be better, fewer friends to interrupt. I'll pick you up.

Dan whistled approval when he saw Artsy at her gallery; she was dressed like she had been the first time her met her wearing tight jeans and a tighter, rust colored, sweater. She looked good, almost a hot look, but not really provocative. Dan was dressed at the opposite end of the clothing spectrum in a new gray suit of wool and silk. "You look pretty good yourself, but I can't whistle the way you can." Artsy kissed Dan, warm and lip-to-lip, but still a sister kiss.

Conversation started slow; they had a lot to talk about, but both seemed to avoid some subjects. Dan was always comfortable talking art world subjects with his friend so they started there. When a beer's worth of conversation hadn't move them past inconsequential, Artsy decided to give a nudge. "Are you ready to start posing for LF? I want to get that moving."

One of the subjects they had to address was on the table. "LF, I haven't thought about her in any way since that weekend at Mrs. Paton's home."

"Dan, you're full of it. You are lying to yourself and to me when you tell me you haven't thought of LF in almost four weeks." Dan lowered his eyes to his beer; he had thought often of LF, Artsy and Laura together. Artsy enlightened him, "Laura met with LF one day last week to talk in detail about posing; LF told me they got along well."

"Laura probably went home with a smile that night; Greg got whatever reward. I haven't seen or talked to Laura in almost three weeks." Dan's comment surprised Artsy; she hadn't realized Laura was living with Greg. The second subject landed on the table top as their waitress came to ask about more beer.

"How long has she been with Greg; how long will she be with him?"

"She left me her rings right after San Francisco; she didn't say when she would be back. We haven't talked. We have barely talked at all since that weekend."

Artsy thought she understood most of what was troubling Dan. They talked for almost two hours, mostly about Laura's actions since that fateful evening. Artsy gently probed about the current state of Dan and Laura's marriage. Dan's answers to questions were far more equivocal than she had ever heard in the past. As the bar clock passed nine, the final topic jumped out of the bushes and onto the table between friends. "You barely kiss me, with a full moon maybe a kiss and a hug; you fucked Laura. You let Laura fuck you. She told me you begged her to fuck you."

Dan's accusation hit hard because the same questions had been bothering Artsy for the last few weeks. "Dan, I don't have the answer right here", Artsy touched her forehead. "Let's talk it out because I have the same questions." Talking it out took a long time. Dan didn't demand equal opportunity, nor did he demand never again with Laura.

Artsy didn't offer either of those, but she did ask for two things from Dan. "I want to be more affectionate with you, without you pushing too far and too fast; can we do that together?"

Dan leaned toward Artsy and kissed her warmly, and, once more using lessons learned from Mrs. Patron, he kissed with affection but not demand. "What else do you want?"

"You need to talk with Laura like we have tonight."

"I think we better get out of here while I can still drive safely."

"Are you sure you are okay to drive? We can take a cab, two cabs."

"I can get you home in one piece, trust me."

"Would it be easier to make just one stop?"

"Probably, your place or mine?"

"Can I wear another one of Laura's nightgowns?"

"Let's go."

They showered together; Dan dried Artsy first and she returned the favor. Dan knew which drawer held his wife's nightgowns. He saw the white one in its plastic case well to the back, but shook his head rejecting a stupid idea. He selected a cream colored gown instead. Artsy put it on and twirled slowly to model it. Both said I like it at about the same time. Artsy folded the covers to the foot of the bed; Dan watched and found her exposed rump inviting. He touched and Artsy came to his arms for a kiss. "I don't want you to fuck me the way Laura did. I wanted her to fuck me hard, and she did. I wanted it that way; I loved having Laura fuck me just that way; tonight I don't want that." Artsy gave Dan their hottest loving kiss ever, "Make love to me please."

Dan drove Artsy home in the morning. Along the way, Artsy offered some final advice about Laura. "Accept her as she is Dan, Laura is an absolute sexual animal. She gives herself completely in sex, she receives within herself completely. At least she is like that with women; she is probably the same with men. Only you and she know that part."

"Greg and I know that about her; you are correct; she is an animal about sex. She is a wild animal." He pulled to the curb in front of Artsy's apartment.

"Can I see you tonight; we don't have to go out."

"No, not tonight."

"Okay, I am sorry I asked."

"Don't be sorry Dan; I just said not tonight. Talk to Laura, but we will again." Dan drove on to work.

While Dan was addressing his communication problems with Artsy, Laura had a different sort of problem. A rare and serious disagreement between the senior partners needed to be addressed immediately. That meant a special meeting that Laura had to prepare for, and attend as secretary. The work aspect didn't faze her, but she had been edgy for the past week in anticipation. She needed to relax tonight to be at her best in the office tomorrow.

Loving housewife to her second husband, sweet sex and tender lovemaking, both of those were well and good. Laura and Greg had done their best to experience everything married life had to offer in their limited time together. Tonight Laura needed to be fucked hard; she wanted, no needed badly, to be used hard like a slut. They were drinking a glass of wine in the den after work, "Darling, I need you tonight. I want you to fuck me hard like a cheap whore. Pay me ten bucks and do anything and everything you want. I need to throb when I get out of bed in the morning, and you are the man I want to make my body throb. Fuck me; fuck my brains loose."

Greg looked at her and then at his watch. "I'll give you thirty seconds, anything you are still wearing after that I am going to rip off your body." Laura smiled, looked at him and slowly rose from the sofa. She hurried with her jacket and skirt; the suit she was wearing was far too expensive to have destroyed. Buttons on a blouse could be made to take forever. She kicked her shoes off and was about to reach for her bra snaps when Greg stood. "Times up; I'll take care of the rest."

The bra Laura had on was a pretty one, lacy, a delight to see her wearing, it had been expensive. Greg grabbed the straps just above each cup and pulled until they gave way. The sexy bra became a strapless wreck at best; it was now close to worthless. Greg pulled tits out digging his fingers into her soft flesh. Laura moaned. He twisted and pulled on nipples; Laura's tits stretched taut. "Yes, do me hard, just like that." Greg left tits hanging over. Red fingerprints showed; Laura looked obscene. Her panties matched the bra. Rip and they were gone, shredded at the sides.

"Now you look like a slut, a cheap whore slut." Greg opened his wallet and took out a ten; he waved it in Laura's face. "For this I want every hole, do you understand?"

"Yes, every hole; pussy, ass and mouth."

"I will choke you with my cock."

"Yes, choke me."

"I will fuck your ass hard to make you fart my cum."

"Yes, I want you to fuck my ass."

"I will fuck your sorry whore cunt last; I want to fuck you for a long time. I want you to walk bow legged into your meeting tomorrow. "Oh God yes; I want it hard, just like that."

Greg turned Laura, unsnapped the bra and threw it aside; he did the same with her garter belt. Stockings began drooping with their supporting clips unlocked. "Look at yourself in that mirror you ten dollar whore. He pushed her forward to hands on knees and swatted bare bottom with five hard, stinging blows. "Get on your knees, take my pants off, and beg for my cock in your mouth."

Laura did as told; loving everything about the way Greg was using her. A gagging, choking, face fuck blow job in the den led to hard driving anal sex in their bedroom. Two hours later Laura was washing Greg's cock and working him back to full erection for their final sex of the night. When they were through, Laura was so relaxed she kissed Greg to sleep and then curled beside him into contented slumberland. "I love you my darling Greg", were her final words.

Laura showered alone in the morning; she insisted on alone. She scrubbed each bruise and tender spot with care. Dress must be immaculate for today's meeting; she took her time. For once, she drove her car; it needed the exercise and Laura needed professional independence today. The board meeting room and everything required for the meeting was as perfect as she could provide by nine-thirty when they entered. Old Jacobs smiled and nodded her way.

Laura had two outside messages waiting when the meeting ended; Dan had called, so had Artsy. Dan will want to talk; I've ignored him for almost a month. I do need to talk with him. Artsy called too; I wonder what she wants? I don't know, but she shouldn't take long. I'll call her first because I know talking with Dan will take a while. Laura dialed the number Artsy left for work. Hi, it's Laura returning your call. -- Good, I assume he would spend some time with you; I've been neglecting him a bit. -- Oh, he mentioned that, did he? Is he okay? -- He called while I was in my meeting, I am about to call him back. - Thank you for asking him to call me. I really have left him in the cold for the last little bit. -- Thank you for that too; thank you for spending the night with him. Which nightgown did he pick for you to wear? - Lunch next Tuesday; yes, I would love to."

Laura hadn't expected to talk with Artsy that long. It was now after four and she still had to call Dan. She decided to tell Greg she might be late getting home tonight before calling Dan. Hi Baby, how have you been; I've missed you. -- Okay, I deserved that one. I have been keeping myself busy with Greg. -- I understand you want to talk; I guess we should. -- Go out somewhere, or at the house? -- I've had some rough days at work; we had a big partners meeting today. Can we go out to dinner?

Laura had a perverse smile as she gave Dan directions to the restaurant she and Greg used for their Friday tryst lunches. Let's meet at seven so I can go home and change.

"Don't get me too heated up with your kisses tonight; I am going out with another man."

"Dan?"

"Yes, he called me. He and Artsy both called me; I am having lunch with her next week."

"It's about time; you haven't seen him, or talked with him, have you?"

"No, not this time. He wants to talk."

"Just talk? I better check your panties when you get home. I would want more than talk."

"You can check; they will be dry, nothing more than talk, only a kiss at most."

Laura waited in the parking lot for Dan to arrive; they walked into the restaurant together. The owner-waiter's face registered obvious surprise when he saw Laura in the evening, and with another man. He indicated with his eyes the alcove. Laura thought she was being subtle with her gesture to the back of the room. They were seated at a small table toward the back of the dining area. There were only a few other couples eating tonight; Laura and Dan would have relative privacy for their talking.

"You've been here before?"

"Yes, Greg and I often have lunch here on Friday. How could you tell?"

"The waiter knew you, he recognized you, and his eyes asked you where you wanted us to sit."

"You are very observant, as usual. We are regulars for lunch on Friday."

"Is this your table; it looked like he gestured to another at first."

Laura took Dan's hand and kissed it. "Very, very observant. There is a semi private room behind that curtain; Greg and I always eat there."

"You want me to see where you and Greg go for lunch, and who knows what else, but you need to keep that part of your affair to yourself. Thank you so much for open and honest communication in our marriage."

"I never promised open and honest communication about my affair with Greg. I have always said it is my affair. You do remember that much don't you?"

"Yes, I do recall those words, those actions. You love to rub my nose in your affair every now and again."

"Did we come to argue? I thought you wanted to talk to me. Let's order diner and just be together and talk about things for a while. Let's see where we are going."

"You come here every week; why don't you order for both of us? Is your puss on the menu, I haven't had that in a while." Laura wanted to respond, but decided they would never get anywhere by just arguing. She ordered a lamb dish for each of them. Dan wouldn't let go, "Do you fuck him in your private dining room? Do you like to have sex for lunch when you are with Greg?"

"Okay Dan, Daniel, this is the last question I am going to put up with about me and Greg coming here for lunch. I am going to answer, and answer with total honesty, and then we drop this part of the conversation or I am leaving you here. I have not fucked Greg here in our private alcove. I have not, and I will not fuck him, you or anyone else in this or any other restaurant. We have kissed intimately, I have touched him, and he me, intimately; I have unbuttoned some buttons and lowered some zippers. That is all I have done, all I ever will do. If you keep bugging me about what I do here with Greg when we have lunch, I will leave. I will leave but I promise you this much. The next time I come here on a Friday for lunch with Greg, I will strip naked in that alcove, I will fuck him until he is left panting, and I will have the owner take pictures that I can send you to prove your suspicions."




Always Faithful Ch. 04.4



Dan sat in stunned silence until their food arrived. Dan glared; he glared at the waiter, glared at his food, and mostly glared at his wife. He forked a morsel into his mouth and chewed with no expectation of relish. Laura stared at her husband, surprised at his vehemence; she sampled her plate without diverting her eyes. Dan couldn't help himself; his palate overcame objections in his mind. "This lamb is very good; it tastes delicious."

"Now you know the main reason I like to come here for lunch. The food is incredible here."

The quality of their meal more than Laura's threats let husband and wife switch to topics they could discuss with little rancor. Dan talked about his work; Laura described the partners meeting in general terms. "When do you go to San Francisco again?"

"I have a short trip, three days, late next week."

"You can get some . . ." Laura cut Dan off. "I am going to cool it with Upper Floor; I don't plan to see him at all this trip, maybe not for a while."

"Any reason in particular; I thought you liked his brand of play?"

"My life is too complicated as it is; I don't want to stretch things."

Dan knew he could take complicated life and stretching things further, but he decided to switch rather than fight. He began to talk to Laura about his art world projects. Laura breathed a sigh of relief at the switch. She knew that further talk about Upper Floor could lead back to the why stop aspects of her decision. That would lead back to her with Greg. She encouraged Dan to talk about his art at work project, future plans for their home gallery, get-togethers with Mrs. Patron, even to talk about his diner date with Artsy. All of her Baby's art world subjects were on much safer ground than any talk about Laura's personal affairs. That was one thing she was sure of.

"I understand you got together with LF last week to begin work on your portrait; how did it go?" Laura was taken aback; she didn't know Dan knew. "Oh, it went okay, we had a preliminary meeting. I didn't do any posing. We just talked."

"Artsy told me LF said it went well, that you two had a good session."

"I guess it was good. We met at her studio, mostly talked over wine. We agreed to get started soon, but no dates set."

"Did she fuck you this time, in her studio? I figure she wanted you to fuck her again since you learned so well. Do you like sex with women? How does it compare to men?"

Just when Laura thought she had regained some control over the evening, their get together and talk evening went to hell again. What is wrong with Dan tonight? What is going on that all he can think about is me having sex with someone else? I don't understand his head. He has known about my affair with Greg for a year. He has accepted it for a year. He has his thing with Artsy. He has Mrs. Patron. Both are fucking him now. He is not doing without sex. Why tonight? Why now? Is it San Francisco? That's over, I told him that. I decided to end it. "Sex with women is just different, but not as good as sex with men."

"Some men, or any man?"

"Baby, I think it is time we call it a night. I have had a rough week and there is still more to go. Why don't we kiss and say goodnight."

"I was hoping you would come home with me tonight."

"No, I don't think so. I don't think that would be a good thing for either of us."

"So, no sex for this man tonight, at least not from his wife." Laura said no with a chuckle, "I told Greg when he asked the same question that he could check my panties when I get home. I told him they will be dry, and they will be dry when he checks them."

"I am going home by myself then. I will open the box with your rings, look at them, and go jack off in bed. Good night Laura; you can go home and fuck Greg."

"I will get the check, goodnight."

Laura went home to be with Greg. She insisted Greg check her panties for stains of indiscretion. Of course they went to bed together. Of course Laura fucked Greg. Tonight Greg was her husband. On her back in bed with arms and legs up inviting entrance, Laura asked for Greg tonight. "Baby, Baby, oh Greg Baby, please fuck me tonight. Fuck me so deep and hard into this mattress that you have to throw a line to pull me out in the morning."

Dan went home and did exactly what he told Laura he would do. He was in such a foul mood all day his secretary knew there must have been a big blow up at home. She could only think of one remedy, it had worked once before. After lunch she went to his office and rubbed his shoulders. "I think you need to come home with me tonight. That seemed to work the last time." Dan managed a mildly productive afternoon, followed by a very energetic evening in his secretary's bedroom.

Laura was sexually demanding from the night of her diner with Dan until she left for San Francisco Tuesday after work. Greg was delighted to put up with Laura's demands. Friday was a special lunch. Laura asked the owner for privacy today. The man gave a very understanding nod. He had watched his good customer's diner with her husband, and he knew it did not go well. He knew they fought about her lunch dates in this very alcove. He could guess well what her husband was asking, what caused his anger. "I will make sure you have absolute privacy as soon as you are served."

Laura began undressing before the owner left the alcove. She was under the table between Greg's legs when their food was served. The table cloth did not cover her legs and panty covered rump, but Greg's cock deep in her throat remained private, if obvious. Laura ate her lunch wearing panties and bra; when she finished eating they went on the table. "Dan accused me of getting naked at lunch with you; he accused me of fucking you here. I told him no, never. I don't want to tell him that again." Greg's cock was still out from the oral sex session that began their lunch. Cock snapped to attention as Laura finished undressing, and cock began leaking at her words.

"I'm going to milk you." Laura announced her intention as she climbed aboard. In spite of her words, and their exposed location, Laura was in no hurry. Greg made his cock available. Laura used a slow up, down, twist motion that stimulated both of them. She squeezed her internal muscles on each lifting stroke. As she twisted, her nipple rubbed against Greg's shirt and the texture of cloth excited them. Everything about fucking here in their favorite restaurant excited Laura, and Greg reveled in her spontaneous sex.

Laura had a small orgasm after a few minutes, but she wanted more. "Come on Baby, start pumping. Pump your oh so big and thick cock into my cunt while I fuck with you."

Greg held her hips tight and jabbed hard up into cunt. "You should never wear clothes; you should always be ready to fuck. I have never known anyone who loves to fuck like you. I want to fuck you every day for the rest of our lives." Laura reached orgasm again with the rest of our lives. She brought Greg with her this time. Her soft yell broke through the curtain barrier and brought a smile to the owners face.

"Do you want to dress and go back to work?"

"No! No I don't want to go back to work. I want to stay naked and have sex the rest of the day."

"We could wrap you in the tablecloth to get you out of here." Laura kissed Greg and held him as tightly as she could manage. Finally, Laura broke away and reached for her bra and panties. There were only three tables with customers when they left. Laura saw them all staring. She gave a bit of a wave, almost a bow.

The owner ushered them out and wished them well. "Today is on the house."

Lunch with Artsy Tuesday had Laura on pins and needles. They would meet at Gilly's because it was convenient for Artsy. This was the first time she and Artsy would be together since that weekend. Laura was sure Dan discussed their dinner date with Artsy; she wondered if Artsy would bring it up. Their lunch was less tense than Laura expected. Artsy dispensed with the sex they had shared, "That was probably a one-time happening Laura; I loved it, but neither of us need the pain we caused Dan."

"I piled on with the pain, I shouldn't have, but I did while we were in San Francisco." Laura explained herself. "Since I began my affair with Greg, there are times when I feel compelled to dump on Dan. I love Dan completely, never misunderstand me about that, I love being married to him. This past year, at the most jump-up-and-bite sudden times, I abuse him in the worst possible way for my security, for my needs, yes, for my pleasure."

"I know, he has told me."

"I want you to know that I spent the night with Dan one of those times when you abused him. I am not going to apologize, but I want to tell you to your face. I slept in your bed, I wore one of your nightgowns, and I made love with your husband. I don't want you to have any suspicion about me. I have told you face-to-face today. I may again, but not behind your back and not while he is with you."

Laura gave a hug and kiss on the cheek. "I am not going to say be my guest, you can have my husband; you can't have him. But, when I am with Greg, you can be with Dan. Take care of him while I am in San Francisco."

Greg dropped her at the airport that evening. Laura knew none of the crew on this flight. She slept most of the way. The concierge told her the few groceries she requested had been put up, the cleaning service had made her condo ready to receive her, and there were two packages waiting just inside the doorway. It was early on the west coast, too early for bed, but too late back home to call Greg. Laura fixed a drink and opened the largest of the packages. It held two of the photographs Greg had taken a while back. They would brighten her wall and make excellent conversation pieces when others saw them.

In the smaller package was a digital projector loaded with the more blatant of Greg's photos. Laura intended to watch them to be close to her lover while she was away. She asked Greg to find a way she could bring him with her. Maybe I will invite Upper Floor down to watch them with me. I know I told Dan I would do a break with Upper, and I will, but not a total break. That would not be a good neighbor thing. I will see him once in a while, just not every trip. I wonder if Upper Floor would like to have a cocktail party and show my pictures in his playroom? Laura had one more drink that night before bed time.

Greg met her plane Saturday afternoon. Laura relaxed as she flew east thinking about her very productive week. Liaison had worked late in the office Wednesday with her and they had a late dinner together. Another of the BL ladies suggested happy hour Thursday, but Laura countered with an offer of drinks and continued work discussions at her place. The maintenance man had her photographs on the wall by the time the three ladies arrived. They were suitably impressed with Laura's nerve, with her attractive look for the camera wearing very little, and by Laura's admission that her lover was the photographer. Friday was a normal work day with everyone wanting to leave early.

Liaison asked Laura on her date with SO, but no thank you was her reply. It really doesn't matter what I told Dan, Laura thought. He will expect the worst out of me. She gave a sigh of frustration as she dialed Upper Floor's number. Hi, it's me. I have some art work on my bare wall now. Interested in a brandy? - Yes, sometimes I can be pushy, on the phone and in person. - No, I am still in my work clothes. -- You want me to put on a negligee. You are the pushy one. -- No, I am not going to answer the door nude either. You men are all alike. -- I tell you what, come down and have a drink. If you say nice things about the photographs, I might wear something nice. -- Okay, just because you're a special neighbor, I will take my suit off before you get here.

Laura asked the attendant to refill her champagne glass. She continued her daydreams. Upper Floor wasn't all that surprised when I answered the door just wearing bra and panties. I was more surprised with myself when I offered to go visit his playroom dressed like that if he would carry my negligee and the digital projector. Upper Floor suggested inviting Mario to see the slides after we watched the first few. I was still in negotiating mood. "If Mario comes, I won't fuck him, and he has to bring the lady in the window with him."

"If he brings the window lady, you must eat her pussy while I spank you and we watch your dirty pictures. Otherwise I will tell Mario to fuck your ass again." Her plane was landing.

Laura was worked up excited when she saw Greg. She mashed his lips with a kiss and stabbed her tongue down his throat. They had phone sex twice during the four day trip; now they were ready for the real thing as soon as Greg got them home. They stayed in bed almost four hours quenching their desires.

Greg's birthday was only two weeks hence. At their Friday lunch, Greg announced that she should return to Dan the week before his birthday. "For my birthday present this year, I would like to call for you at your home, your home with your husband Dan. I want another formal date."

"And just where are you taking me on this formal date? A girl must know so she can dress in style."

"Dress for the country club; wear something loose so we can dance."

"Should I wear panties, just like last year, or would you rather I be bare?"

"You are not my secretary any longer; you don't have to give me your panties for my birthday."

"I might want to."

Greg insisted she call Dan as soon as they got back to the office. Dan was nonchalant about Laura's return. Tonight would be okay, or Saturday mid day. If Laura wanted to stay with Greg and return for Sunday brunch, that was fine too. Laura's curiosity claimed her, "Is Artsy staying with you this week?"

"No, but we are going to an opening Saturday night. I can invite her to Sunday brunch if you like."

"It's not necessary, but you can tell her she can stay if she wants too." Just remember, Dan, I know how to be tacky and nasty too.

Laura went to his office late in the day to tell Greg she had called Dan, and would be going home Sunday morning. "We have until then for us."

"What would you like to do, darling?"

"I've already sucked your cock in the restaurant today; let's go clubbing and dance some tonight."

"You haven't been under my desk in a long time; use my bathroom; leave your panties on and let your tits hang over your bra. I want you to look like a cheap slut secretary once again." Greg was in the outer office talking with his new secretary when Laura came from the bathroom. She waited leaning against his desk, legs splayed and tits hanging out; finally he returned. Laura was sure his secretary could see her, but she didn't care.

Greg grinned at the sight waiting for him. He could see Laura still looking at the door; he saw why? "Still showing off because you are pissed at Dan, I see." Greg spoke to his secretary. "If you want to watch, come in and lock the door. You can go now if you would rather." Secretary stood stock still, frozen in place. Greg reached for Laura's nipples and twisted to make her moan loudly. Secretary stepped in the office and locked the door. "Laura is annoyed at her husband, and at me. She has been a slut since noon getting back at Dan. She wants you to watch; don't say or do anything, just watch her."

Greg pulled on nipples to position Laura on her knees in the desk well. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, do it, fuck me now. Fuck my face while she watches us."

Greg fucked her face as deep and hard as he ever had fucked. Laura took him all chocking, gagging and sputtering. The secretary had never seen anything close to this kind of oral sex. She breathed hard, breathing for Laura it almost seemed. Greg finally shot his load, but Laura stayed on him holding his cock deep. She crawled out from under the desk, looked at secretary and said, "If you ever try this I will tear your eyes out."

As they dressed in their bedroom later that evening Laura told Greg the weekend was his until Sunday morning. "Until I leave Sunday, anything you want, just take it. Take me. I would rather not go to Dan bruised, but if you want to, need to, go ahead and hurt me. I want to shower Sunday morning before I leave, but that is it."

"Let's go dance and have some fun."

Fun included dancing and sex Friday night. Saturday featured a walk in the park since the weather was nice. Laura packed a picnic lunch. They made love Saturday night. She and Greg made love as sweet and tender as Laura could ever remember. Greg was willing to let Sunday morning pass, but Laura wasn't. They made love one last time, and then showered together. At nine-thirty Laura reached for the doorknob and twisted it. She would not have been surprised to find it locked, but the door opened.

Laura looked first in the kitchen. The coffee was made, pot full, with two clean mugs on a tray. Dan wasn't in the kitchen. Dan and Artsy? Dan and I? She poured the two mugs full. She heard the shower running as she entered their bedroom. She looked for a sign of Artsy and didn't, oh there it is, her purse on the chair and her shoes underneath. Laura set the tray down and returned to the kitchen to begin fixing brunch.

They ate brunch on the patio. Artsy did not stay long; she ate some fruit and a roll, she had one more cup of coffee, kissed each goodbye, and then left. Dan walked her to the door with his arm around her waist. "Baby, I am really glad Artsy has been with you while I have been gone. I don't resent her at all. If she ever seems to think so, tell her it is okay."

Husband and wife talked through another cup of coffee. They tried hard to avoid confrontation by sticking to easy subjects. Laura asked if there was any Piper-Heidsieck in the house. Dan opened a bottle and poured. After their first glass, Dan decided to quit dancing around their troubling issues. "Why are you here?"

"For a first good reason, I live here and I am here with my husband. I could say where else would I be, but that wouldn't be fair would it?"

Dan snorted, "You live here! Where else would you be? Oh, I'm sorry I didn't call when I saw I was going to be a little late coming home. Two months late!"

"It hasn't been two months and you know it. Two months ago we were in San Francisco."

"I repeat myself; why are you here today? We both know Greg's birthday is coming up soon; why not stay with your other husband to celebrate his birthday?"

"I am going to celebrate Greg's birthday with him. You wouldn't expect otherwise, would you?" Softly now, his venom weakening, Dan simply said no. "I am going to be here with you until then."

"Oh, what are you getting him this year, more panties?"

"Not necessarily, but I might. What do you think; should I?" Dan couldn't believe the way their conversation was going. "Get several pairs again, any color but white. You have no virginity left, and not much purity."

Laura had to laugh, "That was good, Baby. Hanging around the art world has improved your sarcasm. I mean that as a compliment. I won't get white." Laura reached to hug her husband; she tucked her cheek close to his and tried to blend their flesh together. Her tender touch seemed to work; Dan finally relaxed his muscles and kissed his wife, as wife.

Laura felt comfortable enough that Dan was beginning to accept her being home again. "I am Greg's main gift this year, not just my panties. We are going on a date; he is taking me to the country club for dinner and dancing. Because it is a formal date, he will come here for me, we will go out, and when the evening is over he will return me to you safe and sound."

"Safe, sound, and well screwed. I hope he enjoys his present again this year."

"I am sure he will, and I am sure he will appreciate your gift; giving your wife as his dinner and dance partner for the evening."




Always Faithful Ch. 04.4



"Your gall knows no bounds, does it?"

"Let's do something fun today; it is a nice day, let's go for a stroll by the lake."

"Laura!"

"Please Baby, we haven't done anything together in a long time." In the bedroom, both changed to casual clothes. Laura went to her ring box and took them out. "I want to put them on again. I intend to wear them when I go out with Greg next Tuesday."

"They are your wedding rings; you are still married."

Dan couldn't help but recall; they walked along the lake exactly one year ago talking about Laura's upcoming date with Greg. So much had changed; so much of their lives together had changed, but remained the same. They walked, held hands, and skipped stones. Dan noticed the bench they sat on last year. He pulled her down to the bench and into his arms. Dan held his wife and they kissed with passion for the first time since she walked in the door this morning. How long would she stay?

"Take me home Baby, please take me home and make love to me. I really need to be with you. Just to be with you, you and me, no one else. Please take me home so we can make love."

They didn't bother with dinner; they went directly to their bedroom. They made love and slept to recover strength. They made love once again. After their second time both felt need for food. Laura had not used her kitchen for a meal in a long time; she was surprised at how much pleasure she found in the simple task of preparing a small meal for them. Dan and I just made love twice, and it was as beautiful and fulfilling as the love making Greg and I share. Why do I feel such a need for two husbands?

Laura and Dan made love once more before sleeping in each other's arms. They woke, had breakfast, and went to work as they did every day of their married life. Life was routine; they did this every day of their married life, except for the past year, the past two months especially. Their week flew by. Laura didn't see Greg; she didn't talk to him except on business. They did not go to their restaurant on Friday. Dan did not spend time with Artsy; he didn't visit Mrs. Patron. His dealings with his secretary were strictly business.

"I think I will go shopping today."

"You think?" Laura looked across the den to Dan sitting in his favorite chair. She relished the slow pace of weekend mornings they spent together at home. "I haven't bought a gift yet; I will go shopping today to find something. I might look at dresses too."

Dan pondered his wife's response for a moment. He knew the situation was perverse in extreme, but he always had an interest in how Laura dressed, even how she dressed on a date with her lover. "I am sure you know all the places to shop for panties worthy as gift; what sort of dress style?"

"I don't know, I really don't Baby. I can find something in my closet that works. Sometimes a girl just likes to have a new dress; you know how that is, don't you?"

Dan began his response as serious, but ended with serious laughter. "Of course, everyone wants to look and feel special for a special date." Laura looked at her Baby and loved his mirth. She hadn't seen him laugh in too long. "What set you off?"

"My argument with LF popped into my head; the wearing a skirt thing. I pictured myself shopping for a skirt to wear meeting LF." Both laughed now. "Can I help when you go shopping for a skirt?"

"Okay, enough humor. Would you pour us another cup of coffee and we can get back to serious discussion of what you should wear on your date?"

Laura went for the coffee pot; Dan wondered if he was getting too much into her business. Laura returned, "Baby, if you don't . . . ." "Thank you Baby, you know how . . . ." Both stopped mid sentence and grinned. They did know one another well; they fit together well in so many ways. They finished their breakfast, dressed and went shopping together.

This is another one of those things just like last year, went though Dan's mind. Husband is going along as shopping consultant to wife, for her date with lover. "Tell me the look you think you want."

"An attractive woman wearing something demure, something appropriate for the country club; something we can dance in. I can show a little, but not be blatant and show a lot of skin. Does that sound about right to you, my style conscious husband?"   

"Yes, I approve."

"Baby, you are not sixteen and going to the high school prom. This is not a first kiss date; you two have been fucking your brains out with one another for a year." Dan's comments were aimed at Laura's first choice. Dan thought the puff sleeves were for a young girl, and said so bluntly.

"You pick the next one I try on." They went to another shop.

"Oh yes, I knew that would look great on you." Laura did a slow turn; she raised her arms as if dancing with Greg. Dan picked out a one shoulder dress in red and black. The red panel was from left shoulder to right hemline, a foot wide swath of red satin set against black jersey. The dress looked dramatic and eye catching. It was perfect for a sophisticated woman. "It feels good; I can move in it, we can dance the night away

While Laura was off changing, Dan had selected another dramatic dress.

"This is more of a disco or night club dress; it is not really country club; humor me, try it on please." Laura retreated to the dressing room.

When she returned, "Hot Baby; you can boogie wearing that one. Show me some moves." This dance dress was just that; it was made for hot dancing only. A woman could not sit and avoid showing everything when she wore this metallic silver number. The skirt had four slits to the waist, front, back, and both sides. The straps holding it up were made of an inch wide black material that Veed from each shoulder and pointed to crotch and tush.

Laura spun as if in a dancing twirl; the skirt panels flew out and up. "You will need some really sexy panties when you wear this one dancing; very sexy, or go daring and wear none at all."

Laura stopped spinning to let the skirt fall. She looked around; the sales lady had given them some privacy. After a few quick motions she gave Dan her panties and resumed her twisting dance. "How does that look, Baby?"

Dan saw the sales lady returning; he handed her his credit card. "The lady will take both."

"I love shopping with you. Come with me to my favorite lingerie store and then we can get a drink somewhere."

"There is something I don't understand Baby, how is it I go shopping with you, I spend over nine hundred dollars counting the bra and panties, and everything goes to stuff only your boyfriend ever sees?"

"You do it because you love me and want to see me best dressed, and on the list. I'll pay for the drinks and we can call it even, okay?" Laura followed up with a kiss, telling Dan how much fun shopping is when he comes along.

Laura left the office at three Tuesday to relax and get ready for her night with Greg. She was finished soaking in the tub and at her vanity doing makeup when Dan arrived home. He watched for a while; he saw his wife's new clothes spread across the bed waiting. "I am going to fix a drink; do you want one now?"

"No Baby, not now, later."

"I'll be in the den."

"I'll join you."

Dan was finishing his drink when Laura waltzed into the den to join him. "Wow, I do have good taste."

"Thank you, you do have good taste, in clothes and women. I am sure that is what you meant."

"Of course."

"I want something; I am not sure what though."

"Wine, you have a long night, better start slow."

"Yes, you're right, but I don't want wine. My nerves are jumpy; maybe I should have bought that prom dress. That is what I feel like; a girl waiting for her date to the prom. Would you make me a martini to relax?"

Laura sat on the sofa pensive and quiet. She sipped at her drink and played with the olive on toothpick swizzle. "Baby, I love you. Thank you for being the husband you are. I love you and appreciate you. I will be coming home tonight, it may be late, will be late, I may be slightly used goods when I get here, but I will come home to you."

"Yeah." Laura saw the look and heard the disgruntled tone of his retort. She knew she could say nothing more. Fortunately, the doorbell sounded. Dan answered and greeted Greg. He went to the den to escort his wife to her date. This part of her having a date - date with Greg is preposterous and we all know it. Laura gave him a soft kiss on his cheek as he handed her over.

Greg surprised Dan, "Thank you Dan, I appreciate this. It can't be easy." They left.

Laura was surprised she didn't get a kiss from Greg at the door, or even after it closed. She insisted at the car, but it was a peck only. Greg was quiet driving to the country club. Laura broke the silence after a while by singing the birthday song. "Feeling your age darling, or is it something else."

"Just the strangeness love . . . the strange relationship with you and me, and Dan . . . the strange relationship of Dan and you, and me." Laura understood; she could say nothing so she held his hand as he drove to the country club.

Their dinner reservation was for eight-thirty; they sat in the lounge and ventured to the dance floor until then. Greg lightened his mood as they danced and socialized. Greg introduced her to two gentlemen who were clients of the firm. One of the wives complimented her dress; Laura curtseyed and thanked her. "You do look great in that dress Darling; is it new? I haven't seen it before."

"Yes, bought for tonight." Laura decided not to say who picked it out and paid for the dress.

After being seated, while eating their meal, Greg began to open up and talk about his feelings. He admitted to mixed emotions about calling for Laura at her home, knowing that Dan would be there, that he would probably answer the doorbell, as he had. "I felt a certain pride, boyish pride, that you accepted a date. In that sense, Dan played father role. I also felt guilt knowing that you spent the last six weeks away from your husband living with me. Am I really your other husband?"

Laura tried to alter his train of thought, "At this moment I have one husband, and we are celebrating his birthday."

"Our first anniversary too." Laura knew, of course she knew, but she had put that thought aside. She reached out with her right hand across the small table to hold her second husband's left hand. "Happy Anniversary darling."

"And many more to come?" Greg clearly said that last as a question; a no answer possible question that both needed to answer. "As many as we can."

After the main course, they took a break and danced before finishing their meal. "What I would really like is not to have to take you home tonight."

"I know Baby, I know; I would like to go home to my home with you, but I promised."

"I promised too." They kissed a lingering, warm kiss as they danced. Greg massaged her bare shoulder, "This dress is truly stunning; you wear it well. Did Dan pick it out?"

"Yes."

"And bought it?"

"Yes, his card."

"I wouldn't."

"I know, I wouldn't want you to."

"Let's go back to the table."

Their dessert course was delicious, and surprisingly light, Laura thought. Greg and Laura talked easily, mostly reminiscences of good times over the past year together. Laura heard the band leader introduce a favorite song and she led Greg to the floor to dance close. When the song ended, they were in each other's arms like young teenagers. That prom dress Laura liked came to her mind. Greg clearly liked the bare shoulder style of the dress she had on; his hand fondled Laura's bare shoulder the whole dance.

"I understand better your mood tonight, Baby; I think you and I want the same something more for us. When I first told Dan I wanted to live with you for a few weeks, I told him I wanted to wake up next to you in the morning and not feel like I had to have frantic sex because I had to leave soon. What we have had for the last two months is as close to that feeling as we have managed. I like it. I like living with you; I feel married to you, or I feel more married the last two months. I want more too."

They finished their after dinner drinks and Laura suggested a walk in the dark through the country club grounds. The moon was bright and stars shined. There was just enough light on the path to allow walking. On this Tuesday, there were no other couples strolling. Greg stopped Laura with a kiss every now and then. When he didn't, she often stopped him. They sat on a bench and leaned heads together quietly. This time Greg said the words, "I love you Laura." Their kiss following was far more passionate. Laura guided one of Greg's hands to the bare skin he had been fondling every dance. She guided hand lower, under her bodice, under her brassiere, "Just hold me like this while we kiss."

When the couple left the country club, it was almost one o'clock. Both were excited and not ready to call their date ended. "I know you don't want to take me home tonight, but I am not ready for back to Dan yet. Since we are teenagers at the prom tonight, or a young married couple having their first anniversary, can we do something crazy?"

"Of course, Darling, such as . . . ."

"Find somewhere to take me parking; I want a make out session with you. I want to be a young girl with her boyfriend tonight, no more sophisticated lady."

Greg found a city park with some privacy. The backseat of his car was roomy. Laura was leaning in through the open back door when she uttered the words every teenage boy longed to hear, "Unzip my dress, Baby." Laura gave Greg his birthday gift panties in the back seat of his car. At two-thirty-three by the dashboard clock, Greg parked in Laura's driveway. At five minutes until three she dropped her purse, shoes and bra; Laura wanted both hands for an extended good night kiss. The light was on and the door unlocked waiting for her.

Laura and Dan had a quiet week together following her date. Her husband was only politely curious about she and Greg; he wasn't at all pushy with his questions. Laura was glad for that much; her mind was clouded with some very troubling thoughts. She needed to think her way through those troubled thoughts. The solution Laura came to was in no way a bolt-from-blue snap decision. Her solution was in many ways insane, absurd, unthinkable; her solution was fraught with extreme danger to something very important. Would Dan accept her decision, or would it mean the end of their marriage? They had to talk it through.



Always Faithful Ch. 04.5



Author's Notes: First and foremost, Always Faithful is a work of fiction; no characters depict any known persons. To the best of the author's knowledge, there is no women's clothing manufacturer by the name of Business Lady. Chapter 4.4 ended with Laura's second birthday and anniversary date with Greg and a hint of a new direction. 

FOUR -- YEAR OF TURMOIL -- 4.5 LAURA LEAVES DAN AND MOVES IN WITH GREG 

The weather was perfect for brunch on the patio the Sunday after Greg's birthday. "Dan, I have made a decision about my relationship with Greg. We need to talk about it."

Dan felt a chill up his spine. "You have made a decision, but we still have to talk. Is it talk time or tell time, Laura?"

"We need to talk. I have made my decision, but I haven't said anything to anyone yet. I haven't talked to Greg about my decision. My decision isn't irrevocable."

"Will Greg accept your decision?"

"Yes, I think so."

"You talked about it on your birthday date, didn't you? That is where your decision came from."

"No, not quite. I started serious thinking then, but it has been in my mind for a while."

"Are you leaving me for Greg; is that the decision you want to talk about?"

"No, I am not leaving you for Greg, not exactly."

"What does not exactly mean; do you think I am going to agree with your decision the same way your big, fat cock, lover will agree?" Laura paused; she knew she had to be absolutely honest and very careful explaining what she wanted or her marriage was over.

"No, I do not think you will agree as readily as Greg agrees. I think I will have a hard time convincing you to agree with what I want, what I have decided. I want you to listen to me, I want you to talk with me; I want you to seriously consider what I am suggesting."

"Consider what you have decided, correct?"

"Yes, what I have decided."

"Why do we have to talk, why do we have to agree if you have decided already?"

Laura poured each another glass of champagne before she said, "We must; I need you to agree, at least understand, if not accept."

"You are leaving me; that is what you are trying to tell me. Have you seen a lawyer? There are probably good divorce lawyers at your firm. Am I about to be served, is that what you are avoiding telling me?"

"I am not going to divorce you; I have no intention of seeing a lawyer for a divorce. You are not about to be served any papers by me." It took Dan only a short moment to realize Laura had not refuted every point. He glared but remained silent. I need to just get it out, Laura thought. "I have decided I want to live with Greg until the end of the year. That is the decision we have been talking around."

"Are you out of your mind? You want a six, no seven, month divorce slash separation so you can play married with Greg. Do you think you can do a fair comparison? Seven months with Greg will be equal to the years we had together." Tears rolled down Laura's cheeks. She was crying because she had done such a poor job of presenting her case. She might lose husband and lover if she couldn't do better.

"Baby, let me try to give a better explanation. I may sound cruel, but that isn't what I am trying to be. I love you; I could never be cruel to you."

"Hah! That is a pile of bullshit. You have bragged about being cruel to me for no reason except your affair demands it. Have you forgotten some of those conversations? Do we need to go back and revisit them?"

"Baby, the separation I want has something in it for me and something for you; can't we try to talk it through? We are adults, aren't we?"

Dan glared and breathed hard for a few minutes before answering. "Wait right there; I'll be back in a minute."

Ten minutes later Dan returned with two very stout vodka tonics. "Okay! I love you. I trust you because I know you are honest, and I know you do love me. Even if it sure doesn't seem that way right now, I accept that your love for me hasn't changed." Laura breathed a sigh of relief, but no smile bent her lips. Dan hasn't agreed to anything but listening; she understood that much. "What's in this decision of yours for me? You said there was something for both of us. What do I get?"

"You have three women you have a relationship with now not counting me. I am talking about a relationship that is more than casual, and does have a sexual element to the relationship. Maybe Mrs. Patron's friend is casual, but Artsy and Mrs. Patron are both significant. What's in it for you is the time, and the freedom, to develop those relationships more fully. You can make them more meaningful. Who knows, you might appreciate me more when I come back to you."

Dan thought about what his wife suggested. He knew he would never have pursued either Artsy or Mrs. Patron if he hadn't used his art world as diversion when Laura was off with Greg. Both women added a level of enrichment to his life, and that enrichment carried over to his life with Laura. "Okay, that's me; what is in it for you that you don't have now? Why do you need seven more months?"

"I want to be able to commit myself to another man without you looking over my shoulder. I want to commit to Greg alone." There, everything is on the table. How will Dan react? I can see he didn't explode. He is actually thinking about what I have proposed. I told him I had decided, but I would have retreated if I had to. Being married to Dan is too important to me; I would have backed off.

"What about San Francisco?"

"San Francisco is a dalliance, it doesn't count; he doesn't count if that is what you mean. Upper Floor means absolutely nothing to me; you know that, you should know that. He is just fun to play around with when I get lonely for male companionship out there."

Dan drained his glass and went to fetch the mixings for more. "I am insane. Don't get too excited. No jumping up and down with joy, Baby. We will probably be drunk before we work out all of the details; I'm sure it will take all day." Dan never said yes. He never said he agreed, or even that he accepted. Laura's decision was a fact now; her decision became a fact with a life of it's own. They had all afternoon to work out the details. Laura went to her husband in his chair, sat on his lap, and kissed him.

"You already have more women than I have men, you can add your secretary to the mix; office flings can be fun."

"Greg is an office fling? He is your husband in action if not fact. Your decision is making husband a fact."

"Greg is a strong office fling; he is more than just a fling. That is one of the reasons I need this time with him. We talk about him being my other husband, but he is clearly other and not really my husband. Think of me and Greg as a little girl playing dress up or with her dolls."

They did spend all afternoon working out details. Laura would talk with Greg during the week. Greg would say yes; it was almost all of what he wanted. Next weekend, Laura would have a new husband. If Dan wanted to go out with Laura, he had to ask for a date. They ended their discussion talking about just that point. "If I want to see you, go out with you, do I have to ask Greg's permission?"

"Yes."

Greg was not at all a tough sell; he threw his arms around his lover and almost swallowed Laura. A few of the happy hour regulars who noticed Greg and Laura as sometime customers jerked their heads toward the obvious display of emotion. Those who knew the couple a little better guessed that something was new in their relationship, probably a divorce announcement coming soon. "Will you need help moving the rest of your things?"

"It might be best if I move what I need myself; I think less confrontation will be better. Dan didn't just roll over and play dead; I had to work a hard sell."

Greg kissed her again, "But you are moving in with me, living with me, not just temporary the way you have so far?"

"Yes, I am yours, at least until the end of the year. After that we will see, take another look at things. If Dan wants to see me, needs to meet with me about something, he can call and ask. If he does, I will decide, but I will always tell you first, consult with you. Can you live with that much of me?"

"I want all of you and more. I want all of you always, you know that."

"I love you Baby; I am committing everything to you, to us. I can't commit forever right now, but at least until the end of the year, I am your wife from this kiss on." The kiss Laura bestowed began as chaste as she kissed Dan in church that day she made her promises. The kiss progressed; she wrapped her arms around her new husband as she had not around Dan that day. By the time Laura pulled back, her kiss to new husband promised the fire of sex only hinted with a smile that day in church exchanging vows before friends and family. They paid their bill, finished their drinks, and left to go realize the fiery promise they made to each other.

Greg began undressing his new pseudo wife as soon as he closed the door behind them. He undressed Laura with slow and deliberate action; he removed her suit jacket, folded it neatly, and stacked it on the small table in the foyer. He kissed Laura with warmth and a promise of intense passion to come after each garment was folded and stacked. Greg was in no hurry; Laura had been nude with him in this house many times; tonight she promised a greater future. Soon Laura wore only her ear rings, and the ruby ring now on her left hand.

The symbolism of the moment faced Laura clearly; she was giving her all. More correctly, Greg was taking everything; his undressing her this way meant acceptance of her offer. "You better do your ear rings yourself, I have never even thought of removing a pair." Laura did and then Greg removed the ruby ring last. "I'll carry you, or is it important that you walk?" Laura had to kiss him; she had to kiss hot and hard. This man is so perfect, he knows me so well. What if, oh no, better not go there, what if I had met Greg and not Dan? Would there even be a Dan? Laura reached for his hand as she began to pad barefoot toward their bedroom.

As her foot lifted to the third step, Laura felt herself scooped into her man's arms. Greg carried her the rest of the way to the bedroom. "Just lay there while I get as naked as you." Greg repeated the methodical undressing and folding act on himself. "Now my love, we are going to have sex. We will make love. We will fuck. We will do both as long as either of us can perform. I want our first night like this to be one we never forget. Which do you want first, loving or fucking?"

Laura looked, batted her lashes, blew a kiss and then softly, but with assurance, made her choice known; "Fuck me Greg, my darling Greg, fuck me harder than you have ever fucked me before."

Greg stepped to the bed and gripped each ankle to lift and spread Laura's legs. He was sure she was as excited as he; no foreplay needed for preparation tonight. Laura guided him into position and Greg stabbed hard and deep. "Ahhhh, yes, fuck, fuck me deep and hard just like that."

"Hang on girl, here I come." Greg pounded hard and fast; flesh slap sounds played the rhythm. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, fuck me. Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, fuck me." Laura sang an unchanging refrain that accompanied the slapping rhythm.

Variations evolved when Greg played with the nipples below him; he bit and Laura shrieked, he twisted and Laura shrieked again. When Greg pressed both breasts together to bite them at the same time, Laura slapped his head and shoulders encouraging him to bite harder, longer. Not once did Laura shy away; her refrain remained constant. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, fuck me. Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, fuck me." Their frantic sex brought them both to peak; Laura did her best to smother her lover with her breasts when she convulsed in climax. Greg filled her channel with cum as she twisted beneath him.

Lovers stayed in position, panting at first, then deep, regulated breathing. "Hey Mister, that is a good way to start things off, any time you want me again, just put my legs over your shoulders and I will, will, will be ready for you."

"Deal, you're a pretty good fuck, lady." They kissed tenderly for a while before Laura dropped her legs and Greg finally withdrew.

"Let me thank your big fat cock properly for working so beautifully to give me pleasure." Laura kissed, sucked and slurped cock clean, and in the process reinvigorated Greg's powerful tool.

"Don't forget those things below; they did the fill up work."

"Oh yes they did fill me up, I can feel what they left inside." Laura held each testicle in a palm, and used her fingers to help cock stay up and away. She served herself as if eating delicate fruit and her mouth sampled male delight. It was Greg's turn to groan pleasure. They held one another gathering strength for their next time.

"Baby?"

"What Lover?"

"Would you seal me? I want to be a virgin for you this time." Laura's screams for the next few minutes came from sexual pain. Greg bit all along her lips; he made them swell, each in turn. When they were puffy and red, he held them together and chewed. Greg had learned to love having a sex sandwich with Laura; he knew how to give the perfect burn that sealed her sex closed and excited her passion. When he finished, Laura lightly inspected his work with her fingertips; in her mind, she was a virgin again. "I will be tight for you; you will have to fight your way inside. I have faith in you, in your cock."

They moved to the den to relax and have another drink. Laura decided to wear white bikini panties to denote her virginal status; Greg wore red boxers. They drank wine and talked of the day's events in the office. They enjoyed evening conversation as many couples do. Laura finished her wine and made her wishes known with a question. "Would you like to take me to bed and make love with me?" They spent the rest of the night as they promised. They made love sweetly, and then they fucked once more. They slept.

Dan moped all week. He stopped at Gilly's after work every day to avoid going home. When he did go home, he used only the kitchen and den; he only went to their bedroom to change clothes and use the bathroom. Their bedroom was no longer theirs; Laura had left, moved out. Almost moved out, Dan thought to himself. He could tell she stopped by one day to take more of her clothes, but some were still in her closet, her dresser. Dan called no one; he ate something, changed clothes, and he watched television with a drink at his side until bedtime. Even ESPN and vodka tonic failed him as elixir.

Artsy called Friday afternoon to remind him of an opening Saturday night. They talked for a while; Artsy heard a listless malaise in her friend's voice. Although Dan said nothing specific about he and Laura, Artsy sensed something traumatic was underway. I really don't feel like talking on the phone about this, Dan told her. Artsy didn't press for whatever this was; she knew Dan needed her. Can we get together tonight? Meet me at The Palette at eight, okay Dan?

Dan was still in his mood when he arrived home to his empty house, but twisting the key in the door lock seemed to transform him. Instead of looking for Laura, he thought of the night ahead with Artsy. ESPN and vodka tonic worked as it always had; he whistled to himself as he thought about what to wear tonight. He decided on the leather outfit that Artsy talked him into buying.

Dan's mood brightened even further when he saw Artsy walk through the door; she scanned the room, found him, and gave a small wave as she walked toward him. "Wow, you look good tonight. Tight jeans and a silk blouse should be your signature outfit."

They kissed and then Artsy took the chair beside him; she knew he needed her close tonight. "You look pretty good yourself, handsome. This girl enjoys being seen with a man who knows how to dress."

They ordered, made small talk for just a few minutes, and then Dan opened up. He described his last conversation with his wife. He told Artsy of her decision to seek her freedom with Greg until the end of the year. "She now has a new husband, without benefit of divorce." Artsy had never seen Dan cry. She had seen him angry, hurt, in serious emotional distress, but Artsy had never seen him cry. When she called earlier, she heard tears in his voice. Now she saw them running down his cheeks.

All Artsy could do at first was hold Dan's hand and listen. Her reaction, Laura is a certified bitch; how could she hurt this kind, sweet man she says she loves. I don't know what she said, how she said whatever, but it must have been awful for Dan. I told him shortly after we met, I told him I saw this coming. I also let him know I was interested if he became available. As far as I am concerned, he is available as of this moment. Artsy stopped Dan's tortured story with a kiss.

Their kiss steamed with passion. Tongues slapped each other and their lips pressed tight. Artsy didn't often let her sexual expression out on blatant display in a public place like The Palette; tonight was different. "Did Laura ask for a divorce so she could marry Greg, either marry him or live with him?"

"No, she didn't; she wants both, that is what she said. She said it was for my benefit too, so I would appreciate her more when she comes back."

Artsy was appalled. "Dan, Laura may not have asked for a divorce yet, but as for me, you are a divorced man, now you have no wife, you are available and fair game. Unless and until Laura moves back here with you and cools it with Greg, you are mine."

The new couple left The Palette to consummate their new status. Artsy didn't want to wear one of Laura's nightgowns this night. Both went to bed nude, made love nude, and ate breakfast in the den with no thought given to attire. "If we are going to have brunch on the patio tomorrow, you need to take me home so I can get something to wear."

"Let's go shopping instead; I do enjoy buying good looking clothes for good looking women."

They went shopping that afternoon; Dan bought Artsy two casual outfits and three nightgowns. He bought a new pair of silk pajamas for himself, iridescent silver with maroon piping. Dan and Artsy enjoyed a quiet evening at home, a loving night in the bedroom, and they had brunch on the patio. Their brunch conversation was interrupted by a clatter from inside the house.

Laura assumed Sunday morning would be a good time to stop by and get another load of her things. She knew Dan was at home when she saw his car in the driveway; he would likely be alone, but maybe Artsy was with him. Laura actually hoped Artsy spent the night. Was that her conscience speaking to her inner self? The door knob didn't turn. Laura looked up, no light burning. Once again the door knob wouldn't turn. Laura reached for her house key.

"Hi Artsy, good to see you; I'm glad you are here with my Baby." She kissed the woman in her seat on the cheek. "Hi Baby." She kissed Dan on the cheek as well. "I heard some noise inside; I wasn't expecting you. I assumed you would be with your husband this morning." Laura decided to let Dan's remark slide. "May I get a cup of coffee and join you?" Dan gestured to a vacant chair in response.

Laura explained that she was only here to pick up some additional clothes and more of her jewelry. She drank at her coffee; Dan didn't offer any of the champagne he and Artsy were drinking. "Are you planning on taking the diamond pieces I bought for Christmas?"

"I thought I would; they look so good when I have to dress up fancy."

"I put them in the box with your rings; I think they should stay there. Tell your other husband he can begin buying public jewelry for you now, not just the pussy jewels only he gets to see."

"Damn you Daniel, that's unfair. You are being cruel and vicious just to get at me. Baby, we have never fought like this before, let's not start now."




Always Faithful Ch. 04.5



"You are in no position to object to cruelty where our marriage and your affair are concerned. I am sure even you can recognize that point." Artsy sipped from her wine glass to avoid laughing. "Is there anything else you would rather I not take with me when I go to my other husband, as you like to call him?" Dan glared; then he sighed.

"No, nothing else of you that I want, nothing of yours, I should have said. I put the box with your wedding dress. You can take them. Take the whole box. You may as well take the dress too; you might want to wear it the next time you make wedding vows. Those vows held up for almost twelve years I seem to recall. Maybe things get better with practice."

"Damn, damn, damn you Baby, you can be a mean little shit sometimes. I'll leave, and come back for the clothes I want some other time."

"Just take whatever you want now. Take anything you want. Whatever you leave, I'll call Salvation Army and see if they want what's left."

"Dan, Baby, please can we be reasonable, at least civil?"

Artsy reached for Dan's hand. She squeezed in hopes he might back off just a little. She understood his anger completely; she felt his anger was justified. "Laura, I think you and I need to have lunch soon so we can talk through some things. Can I call you tomorrow at work to set something up?"

"Please do Artsy, that might be best. I think I should just go now."

Laura hugged her husband, but Dan remained stiff as sculptor's marble. "Baby, can I call you during the week so we can try this again some night after work?"

Dan was close to exploding when he felt Artsy squeeze his hand. The squeeze relaxed him just a small fraction. "Go get the box, take the box and your dress please. Call me sometime and we can work anything else out. I won't throw anything away; I am not really like that. You know me better, or you did." Laura walked back into the house.

At a traffic light while driving home, Laura looked to her right at the jewelry box on the passenger seat. She opened the lid and inventoried the contents, two ear rings, a diamond necklace, and two rings that belonged on her left hand. Over her shoulder she saw the dress she wore only that one special day when she married Dan so long ago. Tears dampened her eyes, but a horn blast shook her back to driving awareness. I can't remember Dan ever being this unreasonable. He was actually trying to be mean and hurtful to me because of Greg. I can't believe him making me take my wedding dress. I think he just doesn't care. Damn him; damn it all. I will wear my dress just for Greg. We may not have a church service, but we can damn sure fuck in bed like a honeymoon night.

Artsy called Tuesday for their lunch date. Laura picked her up at the gallery and drove to the restaurant she and Greg used on Friday. Her alcove was available; Laura explained the significance and told about bringing Dan here for dinner that one time. Laura had some hope of using Artsy as an intermediary with Dan.

Artsy had another agenda. "Today is a continuation of discussions we have had before. I told Dan when we first met that as long as he was married, we had no future except as friends. I told Dan Friday night that I considered him a divorced man as of now. I am telling you the same thing. I will use the exact same words I used with him Friday. I told Dan, Laura may not have asked for a divorce yet, but as for me, you are a divorced man, you have no wife, you are available and fair game. Unless and until Laura moves back here with you and cools it with Greg, you are mine."

Laura stared at Dan's friend; she was Laura's one time sex partner, but she was Dan's friend first on the priority list. She pondered her response before extending her hand across the table. "I haven't divorced Dan, and right now I have no intention of ever divorcing him. I want you to have him until I come back. If he won't have me back, I want you to have him permanently. Is that fair enough?"

Artsy looked at the offered hand and then shook it. "Whatever happens, whatever outcome the future holds, you and Dan do not need to fight like children over it. I would tear your eyes out; our friend LF would tear your eyes out if you were a steady couple and tried this with her. Dan doesn't deserve what you have done to him."

"I know he doesn't deserve it, but he has it because he has me, and we love each other. Artsy, believe me when I tell you this, my unending love for Dan has not changed, not diminished one small ounce. I love him as I will never love another man, not even Greg."

"Girl, you've got a funny way of showing it. How are you and LF getting along? Is she fucking you and you her?" Laura looked down at her food to avoid Artsy's eyes. Softly she murmured, "Yes, we will until I am through posing."

"I told Dan this too, about you I mean; you are an amazing sexual animal. You and LF truly deserve one another. She is an animal about sex too. She rarely does men, but I just might let her have a go at Dan, but not until LF and you are through."   

"Do you and she . . .?"

"Not often, but we do sometimes. She is always on top between us. When I saw you bite her armpit that night, I had an orgasm watching. You are an animal too; I know she loved how you took her. She told me."

"I would love to stay and talk all afternoon, but I must get back to work." The women began their goodbyes, but Laura had one last thought to share. "I enjoyed making love with you; I enjoyed fucking you. I would like to do both sometime in the future, but I doubt we ever will. If you are going to take my place with Dan, please be faithful to him and don't fuck around with anyone else."

As she expected, Laura settled into her new role, new form of relationship, with Greg. She found simple delight in preparing a special meal after a full day in the office. The same was true with more mundane tasks like hanging his suit in his closet at the end of the day. Every once in a while, Laura mused to herself that she enjoyed these tasks the first year with Dan, but the pleasure faded. I like having a new man to do for. As far as Laura was concerned, her greatest joy was still waking in the morning with Greg after a night of sex. Waking with no need to rush through shower and dressing to go home to Dan was bliss.

"Darling, are we going to that country club soirée again this year, the red dress and tux event?"

"I go every year; it is my one, good for business, must do outing."

"Good, I had fun last year, and I like going out with you. This year will seem so right."

"Why do you ask?"

"Silly, I need to get a dress to wear; I am in the fashion business as well as the legal, haven't you heard?"

"That red from last year was spectacular, guys still ask me about it; can't you wear it again?"

"Greg, really, that just isn't done. You should know that much."

Laura knew asking Greg to help her shop for the required dress would never work. He would go, of course, and be sweet about it. He would be no help at all shopping; Dan would be a better choice. Laura also knew asking Dan to help her select the perfect dress was not an option this year. Laura finally found what she was looking for; it was another spectacular red number, well, red and black. A sheer, floor length, red chiffon over dress covered a black body stocking. There was no doubt she would attract as much attention as last year, though more modestly covered, after a fashion. She had no need to shop for underwear in choosing this dress; anything she tried to wear underneath would show through.

Their limousine driver opened the door at the portico entrance; Greg offered his hand to assist Laura's grand arrival. The driver handed Greg a simple pager as he exited the limo to stand by his lady. Three couples stood outside waiting to enter the country club; Laura knew in an instant her dress was a hit. Three women looked at the overall effect of the dress and body suit with approval. Three men looked through the chiffon layer in the evening sun and saw a spectacular body in black spandex. Laura was glad she decided to let the dress make her fashion statement and go minimal on jewelry.

The clit bells would be fun, and tonight an anniversary of their first exposure, but they didn't work at all with the tight body suit. Laura contemplated her diamonds, but remembered how Dan reacted to her even having them with Greg. She decided no necklace and simple ear studs would work best tonight. On her left leg she wore the anklet Greg had given, and on the third finger of her left hand his ruby ring gift. The only other adornment Laura wore were swollen lips between her legs. She made Greg puff them out fully twice a day for the last three days. Her labia were red, bruised and hugely swollen. Tonight, anyone getting close and looking between her legs could not help but notice, even though she was fully covered.

Mingle time gave Laura the perfect opportunity to show off her outfit. A few people, mostly from the law firm, knew of her second job; she steered every compliment her dress received in the direction of Business Lady even though she wore no BL garment tonight. Laura saw the young lawyer woman she and Greg shared a table with last year and greeted her as an old friend. The women hugged, kissed and shared compliments on dress; her friend introduced this year's date, a swarthy Arab lawyer.

Lawyer Friend asked about the bells, was she wearing tonight? "This outfit is just too tight; I couldn't wear them." Laura's statement was simple and factual; her gesture bordered on obscene. As she spoke, she thrust her hips forward, spread her legs, and put her hands on inner thighs to spread the sheer chiffon. Her action emphasized the spandex body suit, and drew attention to very swollen labia. Lawyer Friend giggled her acknowledgement of the situation; Swarthy Arab's eyes popped out. His look went far beyond a simple stare. Laura had rendered him speechless.

Greg moved even closer to her side; he wrapped his left arm around Laura's waist. His gesture was both protective and possessive. In making his body language statement with his mate, Greg drew the chiffon tight across her bottom enhancing the view to those across the room. The dress made the perfect fashion statement Laura intended when she bought it just for tonight. They moved on after a promise to share a dance when the band began to play.

Greg steered them toward Old Jacobs, and they greeted the senior couple with handshakes and cheek kisses. The men drifted into a discussion of business prospects with social overtones. The women reversed that order of discussion. Mrs. Old Jacobs held Laura's left hand with a finger over the ruby ring and asked, "Your dress this year is as distinctive as last year. Did your husband help pick this one as well?"

Laura instantly recognized her question as far more complex than apparent, and of a completely different subject. "No, I asked Greg if he wanted to help me shop for this year's gown, but he deferred to my judgment. You know how most men are about shopping." Laura's answer was as oblique as Mrs. Old Jacobs' question. She did not deny Dan, but she did elevate Greg and their new status.

"I notice you have simplified your jewelry this year too?"

"Yes I have; last year was a first time for me, and I think I overplayed with my jewelry. I decided to tone things down, just wear ear studs and this ruby Greg gave me as a Christmas gift."

"You always seem to have such good taste about fashion; I agree with your choices tonight."

"Thank you so much; if I can distract my date, we should circulate, don't you think?" Laura received a kiss on the cheek from the older woman as she looped her arm through Greg's arm.

Laura was in her element being wife to a prominent man among his business peers. Greg used every opportunity to introduce her to colleagues as wife, without ever using the exact words. Laura and Greg mingled, ate diner, and danced as a committed couple. Laura felt no need to act as show-off, erotic woman, out with her stud partner tonight. She behaved precisely as expected of a senior executive assistant, a trusted advisor to the CEO of a major fashion corporation, and spouse of a partner in an important law firm.

In the backseat of the limousine riding home they talked of impressions formed tonight. "Mrs. Old Jacobs was curious about us tonight."

"What did she say?"

"She was indirect, of course, but she asked about Dan, and then about you and me."

"What do you mean by indirect?"

"She asked if my husband helped pick out my dress. I told her you offered, but I wanted to shop by myself."

Greg kissed Laura, and squeezed her swollen lips. "Hmmmm, nice; I think what the old broad was saying was she approves of us together. She is sharp, has good judgment, and Old Jacobs listens to his wife."

In their den, Laura decided she wanted to dance for her man. "I've been good all night; I want to be bad now. Fix me a drink, Darling." Laura took off her over dress and her shoes. She was selecting music for her dance when Greg returned. "I'll dance for you the way that arab wanted me to dance for him. Did you see him looking?"

"Oh yes, I saw him look long and hard and you made sure he noticed everything." Laura danced; she writhed, wriggled, and directed attention to every interesting part of her body. "Show me some skin, Baby."

Laura danced one song with her top rolled to her waist. She danced her breasts into Greg's hands and then pulled away letting him stretch her tits completely. Greg reeled her in and pushed her suit off her hips. The next song found Laura dancing on Greg's hand buried well inside her. "I'm ready to fuck; do me now Baby, do me good right now." As modest as they were earlier at the country club, Laura and Greg let themselves go sexually at home.

They fucked hard and fast in the den following Laura's dance foreplay. They moved next to the bedroom for another round of aggressive sex. Greg tormented Laura's sex lips to increase their swelling before fucking his way through the barrier. After he filled Laura's treasure cup, Greg pinched and bit to seal his essence inside. After resting and cuddling, Laura led the way to one of her favorite places for sex, the kitchen. "Use this, oil me up good and you can have my ass. You deserve my ass because you treat me so well."

"Ahhh yes, fuck me Baby, fuck my ass. Ahhhh . . . ohhhh . . . ahhhh fuck . . . fuck . . . yes . . . fuck my slut ass hard."

"Fuck your ass forever Darling; your ass is mine tonight." Laura felt oily hands rubbing all over her back. At the same time, Greg's so fat cock drove deep powerful thrusts into her ass. Laura's hips braced against the countertop; she had her fuck platform and her lover was using her to full delight. Laura began to weary; her ass was burning from the onslaught. Greg finally delivered his third load of the night.

They rested next to one another with chests on the cool plastic counter. "BJ or sleep, lover?"

"I hate to admit this, but sleep now and BJ at sunrise."

> > > - - < < <

Artsy awakened that Sunday morning in what had become her favorite spot. She lifted her head from what had been Laura's pillow to check the clock, and then turned to kiss Dan's shoulder. Dan stirred from sleep; Artsy got a lip kiss in return for her shoulder kiss. Dan clearly would not object if they resumed their Saturday night lovemaking to start Sunday. Artsy wanted something else. "Shower first lover, second is coffee; the third step is conversation. No morning sex for you today."

"You're good in bed Dan, but I am more than a sex object. You are too." Brunch conversation this Sunday turned to posing for LF. They talked for quite a while about how they wanted any artist in general to translate their friendship into an art piece. Would they be willing to let their emotions for one another show? Did they want the viewing public to know who they were when together? "In addition to posing nude with me, would you consider letting LF do you for your office?"

"No, that would be poor taste; me, nude on my office wall, absolutely not."

"What about me?"

"No, I think not. Not in the office."

"Good, I am glad you put it that way."

Artsy got the commitments she wanted from Dan; she would make an appointment with LF as soon as LF was through doing Laura. She also got Dan to agree to consider a personal portrait for his office, properly clothed of course. He agreed to consider an office portrait if Artsy would consider posing with him.

Dan had only one reservation about working with LF, the skirt joke. "After getting used to her, she can be likeable, even fun. She isn't really the opinionated bitch she projects."

"She can be Dan. That side of her can be very real, and it is part of her strength and talent."

"Okay, but in the backseat with you driving, she can be just like any other girl, and fun to be with."

Artsy laughed loudly, "Dan you are still a teenager. All you boys think any girl who will get in the backseat with you is okay."

"Do you think she will really try to get me to wear a skirt?"

"Dan, I'll be the one who makes you wear a skirt the first time we get together for painting. I'll make sure all three of us wear skirts."

> > > - - < < <

Normal, ordinary two people together, life was one of the main perspectives Laura wanted to experience with Greg. She wanted her affair to be more than date nights, sex weekends, and in-office shenanigans under the boss's desk. Cooking a nice dinner after a day in the office relaxed her somehow. Laundry day didn't provide much of a thrill, but it is a life maintenance requirement. Greg liked to get his fresh air time walking in parks and rural trails; the mini hikes were his favorite Saturday relaxation. Laura loved the loose atmosphere when they had an outing. She called it her jump and skip time.

Time together wasn't always idyllic walks in the park. Laura and Greg also lived the tension of her job with BL and the week to ten day separations in family life. That Greg didn't, and would never, know about her neighbor in San Francisco added to Laura's tension. Upper Floor couldn't be avoided totally. Laura discovered he was a good conversationalist on subjects other than sexuality, but they saw little of each other. If she stayed the weekend, she often went out with Liaison and SO, or was invited to dinner by one of the senior BL executives. She and Greg talked by phone every evening she was gone, mostly when both were in bed. While Laura was Mrs. Greg, she only played one sex scene away from home, and that was only with Upper Floor, not his neighbors.

On a mid-summer Friday afternoon, Dan once more drew the attention of his bosses and coworkers for an art installation. He asked his VP to make sure the Pres could attend. Dan invited some friends from his art community, Mrs. Patron, Interior Decorator, Artsy, and two others. LF was present; her work was about to go on display. Artsy invited three members of the local art press to observe and report on Dan's entire project.

Dan decided to go formal presenting LF's two paintings because the company President finally attended, with his wife, and because the press presence would make good company PR. "Friends, let me say a few words and make some introductions before we unveil the latest additions to our company art collection." Dan acknowledged and introduced his guests briefly as necessary, but he spoke at greater length about LF and her art credentials. He thanked both VP, and especially the President of the company for their encouragement. Then he spoke about selecting the two paintings being added.

"LeeAnne has been guiding my introduction to the world of collecting and displaying art, both here at work and my personal collection at home. LeeAnne has had two very good collaborators in Mrs. Patron and Mr. Interior Decorator. All three have convinced me that good collections need to include art some people consider controversial. LeeAnne introduced me to the woman I call LF, and I want to thank LeeAnne for being persistent; my hard head sometimes needs pounding repeatedly before the door opens. I will let LF tell you about her work."




Always Faithful Ch. 04.5



LF spoke briefly about the two pieces; she told they were part of a larger series. She talked about the emotions she was reaching to show in terms everyone could understand, even those with little sense of art appreciation, and no formal background in the field. Dan was pleasantly surprised; he admitted to himself he had been apprehensive. Artsy and Mrs. Patron watched Dan as he listened to LF; they were both pleased Dan was learning a role he would increasingly play. When the ceremony finished, the President was at Dan's side congratulating him.

The press group Artsy invited yielded great results for the company. Short articles in two newspapers, plus a longer piece in the Sunday edition on the subject of corporate art, added to Dan's reputation in company circles. When his promotion was announced in September, the publicity would be one public fact in his favor. Dan was more surprised by favorable reaction from two other quarters, his secretary and the local art community.

Dan's secretary had always handled much of the detailed scheduling and paperwork concerning Dan's corporate art collection project. She had never expressed interest in either the artists or their work. She asked Dan to introduce her to his friends so she could learn more about the local art world. She also asked if she could attend some future events with him. Satisfaction showed on his face at her requests.

In the week following publication in the Sunday Business section, Dan received a personal note in the mail from Interior Decorator. The note was a simple Thank You for accomplishing in less than a year something Rupert had worked a career lifetime toward. Dan's stature at art openings was rising, even Laura had noticed and commented on the way people treated him. In the months since hanging two articles of LF's work, Dan now had to be careful to avoid tripping over artists trying to curry favor at openings. One Saturday night he retreated to a quiet corner with his secretary at his side to sip wine and escape the crowd. I wonder what Laura would think about me and the art world if she was here tonight? He had a pleased grin on his face when Artsy came to them and asked, "Penny for your thoughts?"

> > > - - < < <

Laura and Greg spent that same Saturday evening planning final details of their late summer vacation. Greg wanted beach and ocean again this year; Laura suggested the Caribbean. They would leave for St. Maarten the following week. "You told me Dan bought some sexy suits for you last year, are you going to bring them along? Tell me about them since he has such great style sense for you."

"Is this going to be Laura's skinny bikini vacation?"

"Why not, you love to show off. You have a great body, you should let it hang."

"I guess I can be a bit of an exhibitionist. When I told you about the bikini with the push up bra, your eyes nearly popped out and you didn't even see me wear it."

"Was that fun, wearing it? You showed off with the push up bikini, didn't you?"

Laura grinned and described bending over to give a group of college guys a good look. "I almost fell completely out; Dan kept telling me to shake for them. One of the guys whistled. I think they all would have jumped me if I gave any hint."

"Why didn't you?"

"I was with my husband; you keep trying to forget that part. The suit that really gets attention is the one piece. One of the girls in the office told me she has one; she calls it her slingshot. She says she knocks the guys dead when she wears it."

"Do you have it here? If not, you should go get it. It will go good with the suits I bought for you."

Laura looked over the bikini's Greg purchased for her. They were all very small, even smaller than the ones Dan bought last year. The suits Greg picked had a common trait beside small; they were all unlined, and all would disappear when wet. Laura would be essentially nude wearing them at the beach. "These will go well with the slingshot suit Dan bought; you and he are very much alike in some ways. Do you really want me to go get some of the sexy suits I have at home?"

Forty minutes later, Laura parked her car in the familiar driveway. Lights are on, Dan must be home. It is a week night, Artsy probably isn't here. Laura tried to turn the door knob; it was locked. Door locked and light off, should I ring the bell or use my key? Laura pushed the bell button. "Hello, what a surprise to see you at my door; come in." Laura kissed her husband; the kiss was more than perfunctory, but less than a passionate, honey I'm home, kiss. Ten minutes of polite conversation was followed by five minutes in the bedroom selecting three bathing suits. Twenty minutes after she arrived, Laura kissed Dan goodbye at the door. Dan didn't bother to walk Laura to her car; he closed and locked the front door.

The highlight of vacation, as far as Laura was concerned, occurred on the first day as they checked in at their resort beach cottage. Greg signed them Mr. and Mrs. as Laura looked over his shoulder. He saw tears on her cheek when he turned to her with key in hand. "You are crying?"

"Joy, pride, I feel overwhelming happiness that we are together; that's what brought out the tears, no regrets, none at all." Laura paused at the no regrets, "Yes, one regret."

"What?"

"I wish I packed my wedding dress. I would wear it with you holding hands on the beach as the sun rises tomorrow morning."

"We can do that nude instead; I would really like to."

Sun, sand and sex for two weeks, they had a perfect vacation as pseudo newlyweds. Their sun, sand and sex time was interspersed with dinner, dancing and sex, or sightseeing and sex some days. St. Maarten is known for excellent food and a cosmopolitan atmosphere. The bathing suits Laura brought along were perfectly suitable, but she replaced the baggy swim shorts Greg packed with two Speedos and a men's thong. Laura mostly wore her slingshot at the resort pool; she insisted Greg wear the thong to accompany her. Laura also bought three gauzy vacation dresses for when clothing was required. As far as she was concerned, vacation time meant minimal clothing and Greg agreed.

The first two days consisted of learning the small island with a tour guide. One day they checked out beaches, shops and restaurants on the French side, the next day the Dutch side. The guide showed them a clothing optional beach on the tip of the Dutch coast they immediately loved. He pointed out caves that could be reached by short climbs, and afforded some privacy. "Private enough for me to screw your brains out, Baby." Greg only pretended he was listening to the guide; he squeezed Laura's hand. After two days of introduction, Laura and Greg were ready to be alone and enjoy each other.

They rose early on the third day and walked to water's edge in darkness. Laura wore only the anklet and special clip that were gifts from her man. Otherwise, she was barefoot and nude as was Greg. They looked east over the dark water until they saw a glimmer in the sky and then a streak of red at the horizon that marked the boundary between sky and ocean. At that moment, Greg placed the ruby ring on Laura's left hand and they kissed. A glow of light preceded the orange-yellow ball still below the horizon. They walked into the water waist deep, toward the glow. They waited for a breaker, held hands and jumped into the wave together; they fell splashing into the receding surf wrapped together. Their personal commitment service ended in laughter.

Greg and Laura returned to their cottage and to their bed. Their very personal ceremony of commitment continued in bed until well into the afternoon. Only a more physical hunger than their sexual desire caused them to don brief swimsuits and have a late afternoon lunch poolside. As they finished their meal, other guests arrived for cocktail hour. Laura had to show off; she led Greg to the diving board. He made two simple dives before insisting Laura dive in. Bouncing at the end of the board wearing her slingshot suit got everyone's attention. When she lifted herself from the water at pool edge, the slingshot straps that belonged over her shoulders were in the crook of her elbows. Laura walked nonchalantly to Greg and asked him to adjust her swimsuit. The crowd was polite, did not whistle or call out; everyone just stared. Falling out of a suit seemed more exciting than not wearing one.

For two weeks, they ate in restaurants, swam and sunned at various beaches, and went to dance clubs many nights. Laura and Greg made good use of the small cottage Laura considered their honeymoon hideaway for private sex. They returned often to the beach with the private caves and always made love al fresco; they cared not if a passersby took interest and watched them. Finally, they boarded a plane and returned home.

LF had scheduled a Monday evening posing the day following Laura's return. Greg was not pleased, but he didn't sulk. "Okay little girl, strip down and let me ravish you. I've missed having you while you have been off playing with your boyfriend."   

"Fuck you, bitch! You strip for me. I have been making love for two weeks and I need to fuck someone. You are it, and you are mine; strip now!"

Laura led their sex parade; she eventually worked her fist inside LF as she bit all around the artist's hips, thighs and pussy. LF did the sexual screaming this time. After their shared orgasm, Laura stayed in position on all fours with sweat dripping off her face. LF sketched the animal that just attacked her. "Eat my pussy. Get me off quick. I need to dress and go home to my man."

"How did your posing go tonight", Greg asked when Laura arrived home? "Good, strenuous, but very good. I think we are almost through." The lovers had three peaceful days together before Laura boarded a plane for San Francisco and Business Lady. A first for Laura, BL booked a charter jet for her alone. The convenience of charter, jet speed, and early departure meant she was in her office in San Francisco at ten-thirty after her alarm sounded at four-thirty on the east coast.

Friday at BL did not have the same ambience as her leisurely Friday's having lunch with Greg. Laura closeted herself with the marketing staff from arrival until very late that afternoon. She had a very good excuse to duck Young Legal's offer of dinner; she was tired from travel and had to be back in the office Saturday with Liaison.

Laura worked feverishly getting ready for a big decision meeting Tuesday. The idea for fashion shows at legal conferences was all hers. The concept of using models from law firms was hers too. At four o'clock Saturday afternoon, Laura was satisfied with her pitch. She boiled three days hard work by the core marketing staff to a final closing slide with a simple message -- OPENING A NEW LEVEL. The final slide, meaningless standing alone, would force the executive committee to vote up or down on Laura only. She was confident in getting an up vote.

Laura worked with Liaison for almost two hours on that last slide alone. They tried a dozen variations of text and background until Laura was totally satisfied with the slide closing her pitch. "That's it, we are done. Let's get out of here."

Liaison agreed; they both needed to relax now. "I will go home and change; you do the same. Let's do a girls night out, dress up and have fun."

"Meet up at my place at six-thirty; tonight is my treat."

At dinner, Liaison listened while Laura explained her new marital arrangement. Amazed was far too mild a term to describe her reaction to the tale Laura told. "Girlfriend, how do you do it? I just don't understand."

"Do what? Have a husband and a lover, I am sure many women do."

"Laura, you are only seven years older than I am, but you are light years ahead in sophistication. I have an MBA and four years experience in marketing with BL. Your degree is general business and you are a secretary. Tuesday morning you are going to overwhelm our executive committee. How do you do it?"

"Don't knock the secretary thing; we are the ones who see everything. I also have two men who love and support me, a perfect husband, and an equally perfect lover. I guess I have a little bit of talent, call it ability. I am good, but more important I am lucky; I feel lucky. I feel lucky tonight. Let's go find a club and a couple of guys to dance with us. I want one more drink, two dances, maybe three quick kisses, and then home to bed."

"Laura, I am not taking a guy home to my bed tonight."

"Oh no, I mean home to bed alone too."

Liaison and the cab driver decided on a dance club that might have some early action. The women sat at a table sipping their first drink and looking over the unattached males. "How about those two over there, the taller guy is good looking?"

"Yeah, and the other one looks like he has the right kind of muscles for a good bedroom workout. We are both going home alone, but we can take imagination with us, can't we?"

Laura led the approach, "Can two girls buy you guys a drink in exchange for a dance?" To drive home the question, Laura put her palm on Good Muscle's chest and let her fingers roam. Tall Good Looking led Liaison straightaway to the dance floor.

Good Muscle locked eyes with Laura, "Show me some moves."

Laura moved one of Muscle's hands close to her breast as mirror image of her hand. "On the floor, let's dance."

Their dance lasted through the song playing plus the DJ's next selection. Laura took liberties touching, and she allowed her partner's hands the same privilege. Liaison watched her friend dancing and decided to follow along. When the four returned to their table, all were hot and moist with sweat.

A waitress appeared; Laura ordered for all. "Scotch neat, something good; is that okay for everyone?"

"You don't believe in slow starts, do you?"

The four all drank their scotch and swapped meaningless, flirty, conversation. The men tried to steer the night toward a bedroom; the women were simply having fun. When her glass was empty, Laura reached between Good Muscle's thighs and asked if he was ready to dance again. He made no attempt to conceal the erection Laura caused as they went off to dance.

Both couples danced three songs; they gave new definition to dirty dancing. Laura danced the first song with one of Good Muscle's hands under her skirt to her waist. Liaison and Laura decided to switch partners for the second dance. The first time Laura danced away from Tall Good Looking to twist and shake his hand followed and felt her. When she danced back to him, she gave a tongue kiss. They repeated feeling and kissing throughout their dance.

The girls returned to the table holding hands with the men as first paired. "One last good kiss please, and then it is time for these birds to fly away home." The two men were left disappointed as Laura and Liaison disappeared from view, but the night was still young and it had only cost a drink apiece, so far.

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"Well hello, fancy you at my door. I didn't know you were in town. Who is the lovely lady with you tonight?" Laura introduced Liaison as they went to Upper Floor's sitting area.

"I have told my friend a little about you and your interesting home. We are ending an early evening after a long day in the office. I thought an in person introduction would be an amusing end to our day."

"I am glad you thought of me as a suitable last act for your evening." Laura and Upper Floor continued stilted conversation through a snifter of French brandy. Liaison watched and joined in when she could.

Finally Laura moved the conversation. "Show us your playroom; I want my friend to see what I have tried to describe."

Upper Floor led the way to his playroom; his attention directed solely to Liaison. He explained each whip fully, how made and used. "Your friend loves this one", he handed Liaison the multi-strand flail. Feel the soft leather when you run your fingers through the strands. It is a different soft when it strikes tender flesh. Used properly, this flail can turn your breast from delightful pink to flaming red, and you will ask for once more after each lash."

Liaison looked at their host with disbelief; she looked to Laura who was nodding her head yes. "You like this one?" Laura kept nodding her head and her tongue traced her upper lip.

"Your breasts, tits?"

"Yes, my tits. When he uses the flail they are tits."

Liaison looked intently, "Where else? Where else on you?"

Upper Floor intervened. "This is my playroom; you both look exquisite in your party dresses, but out of place in this room. You should at least remove your dresses, underthings too, if we are to play."

"I brought my friend to look, not to play. Not tonight."

"Humor an old man, my dear."

"Let me show you my favorite place, Liaison." Holding hands the women walked to the balcony. A light San Francisco fog added eerie atmosphere, "Cuff me to the rail, turn the lights on me, call Mario and tell him to watch as you fondle me." In just a few minutes, Laura heard the first call of puta through the fog. Upper Floor heard too; he reached between spread thighs to squeeze her silk covered mound. Laura moaned.

"Who is Mario, where is he?"

"He is a nasty little Mexican. He lives over there; he is on his balcony watching us." Liaison crossed her arms over her chest to cover and conceal. "I want to fuck you for Mario tonight; I want to make you his puta."

"No, not tonight, we only play tonight."

"You love this, don't you Laura? Just like the two guys at the club tonight, letting them feel you up all over. You really do love being a sex toy."

"She does love it."

"Tell me more about Mario."

"Mario likes to hurt. He uses the riding crop or the bull whip. He tries to make me cry. He has spit in my face and he has fucked my ass. He hurts me, but he hasn't taken me yet."

"You like beating him, don't you? That is why the executive committee will roll over for you Tuesday. You always play to win."

Laura turned her head to her friend. "Take your bra off; show Mario your tits. Give your bra to Upper Floor." Liaison was apprehensive; she reached halfway behind but no further. "Do it, show us; do you want Upper Floor to help?" Liaison finished the task, gave Upper Floor her bra and shook her breasts freely.

Laura heard a new call from across the way, puta, puta, telefono puta. "Unfasten me so I can shake my boobies too. Then we girls are gone for the night." Free from cuffs and bra, Laura shook herself at Mario. "Now for the fun part girlfriend, we just hold our dresses in front and ride the elevator down to my place. Upper Floor will escort us in exchange for a kiss at the doorstep."

Tuesday's presentation to the BL executives was a triumph. The President and Chairman of the Board, along with their wives, hosted a to-die-for dinner party for Laura and the marketing staff who worked on her project. The first fashion show would be in Atlanta in early November. Laura asked Liaison if she wanted to invite SO to watch Upper Floor and Mario work her over Tuesday night after her success. Liaison declined, it was just the two women, two men, assorted whips, and only one sex object.

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Artsy decided it was finally time to begin working with LF on their portrait. Dan wanted Mrs. Patron's input so they met at the country club for a first get together. Dan agreed that LF must control creativity, so she was given the leading role. Mrs. Patron offered her usual insightful viewpoint. The evening's dinner and after conversation was about art, creativity, and the painting at hand.

LF gave the couple her first direction. "Let's have another drink by the dance floor; I want to watch you move together."

Dan led Artsy through a slow dance; the second song was faster and they danced free form moves. Artsy went to the leader of the combo to ask for something Latin. She led Dan in a rhythmic, sultry dance that generated heat, and a passionate kiss, before they returned to LF and Mrs. Patron.




Always Faithful Ch. 04.6



Author's Notes: First and foremost, Always Faithful is a work of fiction; no characters depict any known persons. To the best of the author's knowledge, there is no women's clothing manufacturer by the name of Business Lady. The last section, chapter 4.5 ended with Laura, having left her husband until the end of the year, contemplating holiday plans with her family, and with Greg. This is the end of part 4, Year of Turmoil.

Four -- Year of Turmoil -- 4.6 Laura's ultimate betrayal of marriage

Laura's holiday plans were still somewhat ambiguous as she sat next to Dan flying off to visit their parents this year. Fortunately, this was a year for Thursday dinner at Laura's parents, and Sunday dinner with Dan's. Dan still didn't realize he would be having Sunday dinner with his parents without Laura at his side; Laura did not intend to break that news until the last minute. She did not plan to have a blow up with Dan in front of their parents if she could avoid one, but she had a Saturday morning flight to Burlington, Vermont. Laura had at least six weeks left of her I am with Greg period, and she intended on having this weekend on the ski slopes at Stowe.

Dan had similar thoughts going through his mind. He wasn't at all sure that a family Thanksgiving wasn't a complete farce this year. When Laura raised the subject, his initial thought was to tell the truth. He had tentatively accepted an offer to have Thanksgiving dinner with Mrs. Patron and her friend. Even now, he wished he had said no to their traditional family get together. The best adjective Dan could conceive was awkward. He had no idea what Laura planned, but he feared the worst.

"Dan, how good to see you. Thank you for your note; yours was far more than my daughter decided her parents were worth." Dan hugged his mother and shook hands with father-in-law.

Laura's greeting to her parents was only slightly warmer. When mother had a moment alone with daughter, she pried for information. "Mother, can't you just accept Dan's explanation; that we are going through some changes? Let us work things out."

"You have barely said a word to him; something is going on. What is it; I am still your mother?" Laura gave a silent stare; what version of what truth should she tell?

"All right, you want to know what is going on. Here it is; I have been living with my lover for the past six months as husband and wife. That may be why Dan and I seem a little distant. I have spent more time with him on the plane coming here and the few hours we've been here than we have been together for six months. Furthermore, I will be living with my lover for another two months."

"You have a lover; a lover you live with; are you and Dan getting a divorce? I don't understand."

"Yes to answer your first two questions, and a resounding no to, are Dan and I getting a divorce? At least I don't think so; I hope not."

Thanksgiving dinner with all of Laura's family seated around the table was awkward. Laura talked only of her new job with Business Lady. Dan talked mostly about his art in the office project. Other diners had been cautioned to steer clear of their marriage as a topic of polite conversation. All of the men at the table passed on dessert, for now, to gather at the television. Football and favorite teams is always a good men's topic. Laura didn't have the same refuge; the women began clean up, moving between dining room and kitchen.

Laura's sister finally cornered her and her sister joined them; she was a kitten treed by two barking dogs, so to speak. "Not here, tomorrow; tomorrow we can go shopping and stop for lunch. I will fill you in then." Eventually she confessed to having a long term affair with her former boss. As she explained her status, it was the exact opposite of a trial separation. "Greg and I are going through a trial marriage before I go back to being married to Dan."

People in the restaurant turned heads when two of the women whooped at a remark of the third. "Let's find a bar for a drink or two; there is a lot more to this story and I want to hear it all."

Dan escaped interrogation, although his mother tried to ask questions when he visited Friday morning. He knew nothing about the girl's activities that day; as far as Dan was concerned the holidays were going better than expected. That illusion was shattered as they prepared for bed Friday night. Laura gave him the news she shared with her sisters over drinks. "Dan, you are going to have to face your family alone Sunday; my sister is taking me to the airport tomorrow morning. I am going to spend the rest of the holiday with Greg skiing at Stowe."

"What the fuck . . .?"

"You heard me right; it is still part of my until-the-end-of-the-year time with Greg, and I intend to spend the rest of the holiday with him."

"You have got to be kidding. You are the one who suggested we keep our normal Thanksgiving with family routine. I sent a note saying we would pass this year; you brought it up. This was always a set-up to fuck Dan over once again." Laura just stared; she knew there wasn't much more she could say; there was no good way to tell Dan she wanted everything her way at the expense of Dan, his family, or hers.

"How long have you had your ticket, did you buy it before we bought the tickets to come here?"

"No, I don't think so, but it doesn't matter. I was always planning to go to Stowe with Greg. I probably should have told you sooner."

"Do you want to go downstairs, drag your family out of bed, and announce our divorce now? I can tell mine tomorrow."

"Dan, we will do no such thing. I said nothing about divorce; I am just going skiing."

"That's not what I heard; I must have something wrong with my hearing. I heard that you have always planned to be with Greg. Well go be with Greg; I hope you end up with a ski pole up your ass."

Laura sat and listened to Dan's diatribe. She knew she could have handled this a little better, maybe she had been a bit unfair to Dan. "My sister will take me to the airport; you don't have to go with me."

"Will Greg have your ski clothes waiting?"

"Yes, I packed an extra bag."

"You are getting good about having your let's fuck clothes anywhere you need them, aren't you? San Francisco, now Stowe, two houses back home, is there anywhere else you have left a suitcase that I don't know about?"

"Dan, that's unfair. You know I have never deceived you. I have been open and honest with you about everything I do."

"I repeat, go be with Greg. Go fuck him on the ski slopes. Hear this well, Laura," Dan drew each word out, "I don't care."

Their bedroom was not much of a marital chamber that Friday night. Dan and Laura slept in the same bed. They didn't kiss goodnight; they didn't exchange endearments. They slept back to back; there might as well have been pillows bundled between them. Laura awakened in the morning, dressed for travel and left with her sister. Dan stayed in bed until she was gone.

Laura was on the beginner slopes getting skiing lessons that afternoon, and she was curled up with Greg in their cottage in front of the fireplace that evening. Greg held her glass as she drank champagne; Laura returned the love token for her man. Their lovemaking was tender, gentle and thrilling as the light from the flames illuminated their bower. Resting, Laura served Greg champagne from various body parts until they were ready once again for sex. "Stay right there; I will be back in a moment."   

Laura returned from their bedroom wearing her wedding veil, "Did you register us as Mr. and Mrs.?"

"Yes, I see by your veil it was appropriate."

"I am glad you did, I like being your missus with you, darling. I couldn't fit the dress, just this veil. Make my body sing its love to you here in our refuge from the snow. Fuck my brains out tonight. I want to remember this Thanksgiving with you as long as I live." Greg growled his enthusiasm and wrestled his bride to the floor. The spanking he administered was only tenderizing foreplay. By the time they left the fire behind and went to bed two hours later, both were bruised and bitten. They used and sated each other.

Sunday morning they dressed warm, had a snow toss at each other walking to the main lodge for breakfast, and skied one of the intermediate slopes together. Greg was careful to steer Laura away from potential trouble. Twice she fell and Greg fell with her; kissing and fondling delayed attempts to get up and ski further. Laura was pink cheeked and smiling wildly when they reached bottom. "Your choice my love, in by the fire, or once more for fun."

"Both, I want both." A cup of hot chocolate warmed them; they held hands and leaned heads together until Laura announced she was ready for the snow again.

A hearty evening meal was followed by conversation and warm drinks around a huge fireplace. Laura held Greg by the hand almost constantly. Other couples they shared conversation with were convinced they must be newlyweds on their honeymoon. They acted the part. Shortly after nine they returned to their cottage and made love like newlyweds. Monday they skied in the morning once more before returning home to the working world once again. Laura would have stayed all week if at all possible.





Always Faithful Ch. 04.6



Within minutes the whore's call floated across the misty air, "Puta, puta, puta, I am going to come and fuck you tonight puta. Digame puta, digame! Tell me you want me."

A moment later Upper Floor was at her side pointing across the way. Liaison and SO stood at Laura's other side fondling her. Laura ignored the hands stimulating her to follow Upper Floor's guiding hand. She saw lights in two apartment windows with shadowy forms behind the glass. "I called some friends and told them they should watch."

"I want to watch Mario do you; I want to see the two of you fuck."

Laura looked at Liaison, "Tell him the whore is chained, she can't run away. Tell him any child could fuck me tonight. Tell him I don't think he is good enough to fuck me." Liaison yelled out Laura's words.

Mario's voice came through the night. "I am coming for you puta."

Upper Floor told him no when Mario went for the bull whip, "No marks or bruises; you can torment her but she must be unmarked."

Mario selected toys hanging on the wall and took them to the balcony to show his prey. Laura could hear his boots on the floor; she knew he was behind her but ignored him. Mario swacked each rear cheek with the riding crop to get her attention. Laura sucked air sharply through her teeth, but she did not cry out. She looked over her left shoulder at her assailant, "Kiss me."

"Your host has told me not to mark you; I can not use the big whip to beat you as you deserve." Mario gave hard double swats to Laura's bare rump. "I am going to ride you tonight; this horse crop will do. I will also use these." He held his hands to Laura's face and made her kiss each palm. "You want to watch your friend; you want to watch me break her and beg for my cock and the whip?"

"She tells me you can't break her; you will never break her."

The short Mexican reached for Liaison's breast and thumb stroked her nipple. "I will whip her and then fuck her. You can watch and get excited. I will save some for you, sweet one. I will fuck her, and when you watch her have pleasure, your body will cry for the same."

Liaison decided to join the game, unsure as to which side she would be on. "Use your hand on her; use your hand down there. Get her sex excited with one hand; you can use the other to excite me at the same time."

SO stepped forward, he was about to object when Liaison's stare stopped him in place. Liaison felt Mario's calloused hand probing, pinching, jabbing between her legs. His hand felt rough and strong; Liaison moistened as she became excited. She was sure Laura was feeling the same sensations. She drove hips forward to the hand she invited. Laura moaned with pleasure; Liaison smiled. She stepped back, "Use her now; I want to watch you use her."

Mario switched to the flail; he started at Laura's shoulders and beat her back with the stranded whip from shoulders down to calves. Liaison was breathing hard watching her friend twitch with each stroke. She lived Laura's pleasure vicariously. Mario released the cuffs to reposition Laura to work on her front side.

"Come kiss me."

Liaison kissed her friend and held her breasts. "I am sure these will be as red as your back when I return. Upper Floor, will you take me somewhere and fuck me while Mario uses his whore and my SO watches?"

SO again tried to intervene, but Liaison stopped him once more. "I am going with Upper Floor; you stay and watch. You can fuck Laura after Mario has her. I will be back."

Mario did as Liaison suggested. He whipped Laura from tits, to tummy; he whipped her cunt and then her thighs. When Laura's body glowed red, Mario unzipped his pants and fucked Laura hard for his own pleasure. The zipper teeth gave added stimulation that was new to Laura. She pushed her hips forward matching Mario's fuck thrusts; both climaxed. "Let me suck your cock hard and do me again."

Laura looked at SO; he was holding an obvious bulge in his crotch. "You are getting excited, aren't you?"

"Yes, I want to fuck you."

"Good, do you want to whip me too?"

"Yes!"

"Unhook me Mario; unhook me so I can fuck SO while I suck you." Laura fucked and sucked cum from both men. "Show him how to use the whips on me; let him punish me while his woman is off getting fucked by another man."

When Liaison returned she saw Mario with horse crop and SO with flail both beating on Laura. Both were still dressed, but with bare wet cocks pointing erect through the fly in their pants. Laura's body was red front and back, top and bottom; cum drained from vagina down her thighs. "Come, kiss me, let me suck on your tit; I want to suck the breast Upper Floor has bruised for you."

The sun was almost ready to crest when Laura asked Upper Floor to escort her and Liaison home. She kissed Mario warmly in appreciation of the punishing sex that was his Christmas gift. "One day I will let you use the big whip." That would be her gift.

Liaison dispatched SO. "I will call you tomorrow; I want to stay with Laura tonight." The women slept cuddled until afternoon.





Always Faithful Ch. 04.6



The reason for her gasp was evident; Black Adonis' cock was coming to life inside the tights he wore. Each time Laura teased one of the man's nipples, his black cock would twitch. Laura quickly correlated her finger actions as cause for the twitching she could see. "I told you I had a special gift for you tonight; he is yours tonight, all yours."

Laura handed Greg the plastic cup she held, "Thank you Baby, you are a special man." Both hands now free to tweak her gift's nipples, she looked up into dark eyes. "Are you really mine for tonight?" Black Adonis answered by kissing her silver lips lightly.

Greg whispered in his wife's ear. "Why don't you take your gift to the dance floor; I seem to recall you danced well together last year."

"Come with us, at least for the first few dances. I love dancing with more than one." They found an open spot for dancing among the others on the floor. Laura continued toying with nipples as they danced; through his spandex suit, Greg didn't get quite as direct effect as Black Adonis, but his pleasure watching Laura created the same sort of swelling and twitching.

Laura's fringe dress swished around her body. Some part of her was always uncovered and on view. Her men reached to touch as various parts appeared available starring peeking from behind the fringe. They danced together through three records before Greg handed her off completely to Black Adonis. He stayed with them on the floor watching, delighting in the pleasure his gift evoked. A song with a strong drum beat began to vibrate the floor. Laura invited two black hands through her fringe and led them to match her hand actions. They began with chest and nipple play, moved lower to each other's mid section, and ended the dance openly fondling their partner's genitals.

Black Adonis had great dance floor moves; he had Laura worked up with a shine of sweat all over her body. Laura decided to stop dancing and let the heat subside. She was surprised to see Gold Dress standing with Greg. "I thought I was first on your dance card after main man. How many main mans do you have?"

"I need another drink to cool off; you're up next."

Laura made introductions as necessary and the four stood to the side drinking and talking. Their conversation was mainly three sided; Laura began to understand that Black Adonis was beautiful to see, he had great moves on the dance floor and was sexually exciting, but he was not at all a conversationalist. He seemed totally uninterested after the topic switched away from him. Laura cured the Black Adonis is a bore problem by pulling Gold off to the side to dance. Greg watched the two women dance; tonight was a first, he had never seen Laura dance so erotically with another woman. He dispatched Black Adonis to the bar for more drinks so he could continue watching silver and gold movement.

While Laura and her alter-husband danced the early part of the New Year's Eve, her legal husband was dressing for his night out. As Laura had two men, Dan had two women as dates tonight. Artsy talked LF into breaking her date with a young lovely to be second woman for Dan. LF was dubious, "Listen Artsy, I like Dan, but this girl is as hot for me as I am for her. I intend to ring in the new year with a bang."

"Don't worry about bangs, girl, I promise a bang for you. I will even get Dan to wear a skirt tonight." That promise alone was enough to convince LF to break her date.

The three were now in the last stages of costuming for the big artist gathering New Year's affair. Artsy picked out everything based on three strong bold colors, red, green and yellow. Each wore a full body suit of spandex; Dan wore green, Artsy red, and LF yellow. The women wore a short cape in one of the other colors; Dan wore a yellow waist-tie ballerina length skirt. All three had their faces painted in the third color and their hair dyed matching the body suit. "We look like clowns, Artsy; how did you come up with this idea?"

"Why not look like clowns; tonight is a fun night, isn't it? Since you asked, these are the colors of the flag of Lithuania; my grandmother emigrated from there back in the twenties. I like to honor her."

They did make a hit when they got to the party. Artsy led them in waving an impromptu Lithuanian flag on a short staff. They were together as a group at times; other times they split, mingled and visited with friends. LF took great delight in seeing Dan engaged in conversation so she could sneak up and run her hand under his skirt. The first time took him by surprise; he whooped and jumped. The second time, Dan started to get annoyed. Dan began anticipating LF's attacks; he would lean in, trap her hand on rump or cock, and they would both jump and shriek to attract as much notice as possible. Artsy enjoyed watching them and finally joined in the game.

Dan led his dates to the dance floor and they weaved and fondled for almost thirty minutes until stopping to cool with drinks. LF brought a photo slide tray of her Dan and Artsy portrait series; the slides showed continuously off in a small nook of the gallery. Other party goers stopped by often to praise, question or just comment on the work. The most common question was when and where for first public display of the series. Ideas about where and when began forming in Dan's brain. He would have to talk his ideas over with the ladies. Not tonight though, tonight was a fun and frolic night.

Artsy pushed LF and Dan back to the dance floor. "Let her lead this time; I just want to watch."

LF grinned, gave a quick flip of Dan's skirt, and took him by the hand. Beginning their first dance, Dan tried to lead, but LF resisted. Dan finally accepted he was LF's dance partner, and their movement turned steamy. One of her hands was under his skirt on hip constantly. Her body became Dan's snakeskin. Their last dance was nothing more than extended kiss and make out to music.

"You two will have to do makeup repairs before our performance."





Always Faithful Ch. 05



Author's Notes: First and foremost, Always Faithful is a work of fiction; no characters depict any known persons. To the best of the author's knowledge, there is no women's clothing manufacturer by the name of Business Lady. Five is the next to last chapter and is much shorter than parts three and four. Chapter 4.6 ended with Laura and Greg at their New Years Eve party and Dan at his with Artsy and LF.

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Five -- Turmoil Resolved -- Laura returns home and the rocky road to normalcy

A sound at the door brought Dan's head up. His secretary stood in the opening and spoke softly to him, "It's Laura; do you want to take the call?" Dan picked up his phone - Well hello, so good to hear from you. It has been a while. He recalled with distaste the last time he talked with his wife; it was six weeks ago at Thanksgiving when she told him she was leaving to go skiing with Greg. Laura asked if they could get together for lunch soon. The last few times we have met for lunch have not been my favorite meals. Laura promised no funny business, and she reminded Dan they were still married to one another. Funny you should bring that up Laura, it hasn't seemed that way for the past year, has it?

No, I am not going to call you Baby, and I am damned sure not going to meet you at that place, ever again, never-ever if that is clearer. Dan sighed as Laura tried to reason with him and get an agreeable conversation going. Okay Laura, lunch this afternoon. I will be in front of your office at noon. I haven't bought a new car yet; you should recognize mine. I'll decide the restaurant.

Dan's last words to his secretary before leaving were, "I am going to lunch with Laura. If I am not back by two, you might want to call 911 and file a missing person report. Either that, or tell the police to look for a dead body fitting my description, or hers." She smiled, but reached to touch Dan's forearm as a gesture of support. Fifteen minutes later, he pulled to a stop next to his wife.

One of the VP perks was membership in the best downtown business club. The maitre de escorted them to the private table Dan called to request. "You look good Laura; married life must agree with you. You look like you are getting more than your share these days."

"Dan, I didn't call for a long lost dose of sarcasm from my husband. Can we skip that much and just talk?"

"You called me; what's up?"

"Baby, I said I would be with Greg until the end of the year. This is a new year."

"Yes, I seem to remember going to a party, counting down, and kissing my dates. I watched some of the bowl games."

Laura decided she had to push hard to get Dan out of his bitter mood. "Are you telling me you don't want me to come home; should we talk about a divorce instead of coming home?"

"I have a feeling Greg would pick up the lunch tab today if we talked about divorce."

"I'll pay my own damned tab, thank you. I don't need either you or Greg to do that for me."

"Okay, let's try to be civil; I will make a good faith effort."

"Thank you Baby, that's all I am asking for right now. A kiss when we leave would be nice, but I will let you decide when you are ready to kiss me again."

Husband and wife had a long put off, but much necessary, conversation about their status. Laura tried to make a sincere apology for her antics at Thanksgiving, but Dan refused to accept. "Laura, of all the fuck-Dan-over things you have done in the past year, that one may be forever inexcusable."

"Okay, you are right. I will live with I fucked up badly." Laura did her best to negotiate coming home to Dan, but keeping the status quo relatively intact. To Dan, it seemed as though she wanted to move some clothes back home, and decide night-to-night which bed she graced.

Dan reached for the ruby ring on his wife's left hand. "You have some decisions to make. I want you as my wife, with me as your husband. I am even willing to accept that you have Greg as lover, but not the way things are now. Think seriously about what you want for your future. I know you care about me. I know you care about Greg. I don't think you are ready to make the decisions that you need to make today."

"You think I should sleep on it, is that what you are saying?" Dan nodded. "Can we sleep together on it Baby?"

Dan laughed and squeezed her ring to shake it, "No, not with this ring on this hand." Dan looked Laura squarely on with no hint of smile, but no anger also. "We better go; I told my secretary to put out an APB if I wasn't back by two."

"I would gladly take off this ring if you have time to take me home Baby; it's been a long time."

"That's not what I meant; you know that. Beside which, neither you nor I have been doing without for the last seven months. Greg will fuck you tonight. Trust me, male intuition; Greg will fuck you good."

This time Laura laughed, "Who are you fucking tonight?"

"Actually, I have more choices than you, don't I?" Dan relented and kissed his wife as he put her in his car, and again when he dropped her off. "You can come to the ceremony Friday at three if you want. I will be official as VP then."

Dan went home after work only to pack a few things to take to Mrs. Patron's home. He intended to stay with her until the Friday ceremony. Laura fixed a light dinner and curled up with Greg in the den. She was quiet for a while, thinking about her lunch meeting with Dan. She looked for her ring finger, and found that hand resting high on her other husband's thigh. Quiet mood time ended when Laura's hand cupped Greg's crotch.

Moving fingers caressed an erection in thirty seconds. After thirty more seconds of kiss, Greg decided he was ready. "We need to get these clothes off."

"Here, or in the bedroom?"

"Strip woman. Strip your ass bare right now while I do the same."

Laura was naked and kneeling on the sofa by the time Greg finished undressing. He reached between spread thighs to squeeze and probe. "Oh shit yes, get me wet and ready for you. I want your fat cock in me now." Jab -- jab -- jab -- jab -- jab hard with two fingers into cunt. Cock followed where fingers pulled away. "Oh cock, fuck me, cock. Yes, yes, fuck me beautiful cock." Greg slapped and fucked into his lover at full speed pace. The fury of male assault carried Laura quickly up and over into bliss. Greg was right behind her; he left his fluid deposit as proof of calling.

Laura fell from her perch over the sofa back and pulled Greg to her lap. "Let me hold you for a while then we can do this again." Greg let his weight on her until he was concerned he was too much. They disentangled and moved to the bedroom for round two. Laura screamed encouragement and begged for more, harder. Sleep rejuvenated them for another quick hard tumble in the morning before work. Laura didn't sleep on the questions Dan asked; her night thoughts were of the great sex session with her other husband. Dan's male instinct was on the money. Greg did indeed fuck his woman good and hard to reestablish his primacy. Marks left as proof were all hidden under Laura's suit when they walked hand-in-hand to the office, but both knew that a claim had been filed.





Always Faithful Ch. 05



In the guest room, Laura was between LF's legs enjoying her feast. Soft licks on inner lips, followed by hard kisses on LF's clit button brought on the first cry Dan heard across the hall. "Here kitty kitty, here kitty kitty, does kitty want another kiss?" Laura backed her head away.

LF reached with her hips to close the gap. "Ohhh, damn, damn, damn you bitch, fuck me." LF's scream response to Laura's teeth suddenly biting snapped Dan's head upright and his eyes wide. The women knew nothing of Dan; they continued their sexing. Dan finally drifted off to sleep during an extended stretch of tender passion sounds. Laura and LF made love well into the night. At times both screamed their pleasure loudly, but Dan was in dreamland. They had their night of private passion with no intrusion.

Dan woke in the morning to more sex sounds. This time it was Laura whose screams and curses crossed the hallway. Dan propped on elbow and listened until bladder could no longer be denied. LF was obviously giving Laura the sort of hard sexing she preferred. Dan went to the kitchen to start coffee and breakfast. The women arrived later; both showed hues of sex glow pink everywhere not covered by their robes. "Welcome to the commissary, ladies." He served coffee and breakfast plates to rejuvenate them. He decoded a clue about the morning screams when Laura kissed LF's knuckles, the back of her hand, her wrist, and up to LF's forearm.

This year, Dan decided to split their event into two nights. The first night was limited to very close friends in the art circle, three very close neighbor couples and the journalists who had been helpful with publicity about Dan's art in the office project. Dan offered President and the retiring VP a choice of tonight, or tomorrow when more from Dan's office would be included; both opted for the second showing. Greg at first balked, but relented when Laura pouted. He was not enthused about attending and having to return home alone. Laura also invited Liaison and SO, but they were unable to come.

Mrs. Patron stationed herself beside Laura much of the evening and acted as assistant hostess. Interior Designer received a good tour of the home and its furnishings. Though January, the night was warm enough for a quick look at their patio and back yard. Interior Designer told Laura there was a lot of potential out back to dramatize their home if she ever decided to move in that direction.

Dan stood to her side as Artsy performed the unveiling and was Mistress of Ceremony for the formal dedication part of the night. She traced a history of select private galleries and their influence on art in America. She segued to the planned theme of Dan and Laura's gallery, portraits of intimates in intimate settings. With reference to last year's portrait of Laura as Tigress, she parted the drape and turned the stage over to LF. Laura pulled Greg to her side and held him close as LF talked about her portrait extracting the violent essence of a passionate soul to canvas. She turned in gesture toward Laura as she spoke, catching her kissing Greg with open palm under his suit jacket and on her lover's heart.

LF began soft spontaneous applause, "Yes, success, passion and art. I am author; the mistress of the house is my passionate subject." Greg tried to be embarrassed, Laura was not. She pressed and held her kiss and her other husband.

LF crossed the room to speak to the Dan and Artsy portrait and series. She talked about all six paintings; this time her vision was souls melding. When she pointed to the couple standing close, they were holding hands and leaning into one another. Laura spoke to Dan, more mouthing than sound, "It's all right Baby, kiss her, kiss Artsy like you want to." Dan and Artsy were shy at first, but when they kissed their bodies seemed to intertwine resembling LF's paintings.

The evening evolved into an intimate cocktail party after the ceremony. Greg stayed for some of the small talk, but he begged off early. Laura walked him to his car to thank him for coming and promising return favors soon. "I would lift this leopard skirt and fuck you right here, but I think I would be a mess going back inside. Will you settle for a kiss now and something more soon?"

"You under my desk, and then lunch tomorrow?"

"Deal!"

Dan followed Laura when she went to the kitchen to check with the caterer. "I have a question, a bit sensitive?"

Laura looked up; she saw the question in his eyes before he asked. "You want Artsy tonight?"

"Yes, but only if you agree, and only if you want another night with LF."

Laura kissed him lightly. "I want to say yes, and I want to say no. If I say yes tonight, I want you alone tomorrow. Can I give you an answer later?"

"Of course." Dan returned her kiss more strongly than Laura offered. They returned to their guests.

Guests began to leave, those with little personal connection, the journalists, left first. The close friends next, some had children at home to attend. Arts people are more night owls, but they too trickled toward the door. Mrs. Patron and her friend, and Interior Designer and his friend received very warm send-offs from Dan, Laura, Artsy and LF. At the last moment, Laura asked Interior Designer if they could get together, possibly in early spring, to talk about back yard ideas. Mrs. Patron accepted very warm kisses from all four bidding farewell. Dan held her close and then escorted her to Interior Designer's car.

Laura spoke quietly to her husband's lover. "Artsy, could I ask a favor?"

"Of course, Laura."

"Would you keep my husband occupied tonight; I would like one more night with LF?"

The artist smiled and took Dan by the hand, "Is there any champagne left; I am suddenly thirsty?"

"Sit over there with Dan; let me serve." Husband and wife each settled in with wine and another partner in a totally comfortable and natural setting. Conversation flowed freely.

As he and Artsy headed for the bedroom, Dan called out final instructions, "I am going to make sure our door is closed tonight; I suggest you two do the same." Laughter followed them up the stairs.

The second night event was more robust; they invited more people, and people with less interest in art per se. More neighbors had been invited, plus many coworkers, and lesser lights of the local art and gallery scene. The caterer kept busy supplying snacks and drinks for the crowd wrapped in party atmosphere. Laura spent much of her time with Mr. and Mrs. Old Jacobs and the other senior partners plus her fellow executive girl sisters. Greg stayed by her side most of the night. Dan likewise entertained President, former VP and their wives. All in all, it was a successful party; Dan was glad he decided to separate the crowds this year.

As the party wound down, Laura pulled Dan aside. "Tonight I have the sensitive request Baby."

"You want to be with Greg tonight?"

Laura kissed him, "I would like to if you can entertain LF and Artsy, and if you say it's okay if I go with Greg?"

Dan considered his wife's question; they had only had two days alone before LF arrived, and they hadn't had much time together since. "If you go with Greg, will you be back? Would you rather use our room tonight?"

Laura was totally surprised by the offer to have Greg here; she remembered Dan's explosion when she suggested that arrangement once before. Infidelity, marriage wreck, Dan had implied divorce if she took Greg to their bed; now he offers that much. "I think it would be best if I went home with Greg; I'll come home tomorrow or the next day. Is that okay with you Baby?"

"Don't worry, you can go with him; I will take care of our guests."

Laura and Greg slipped away quietly. When all the guests departed, Dan and his ladies of the evening shared a last bottle of champagne while relaxing in the den. LF turned serious, "Dan, I want to say thank you for everything you have done. Not so much for me, we have all three worked together for tonight. Mostly thank you for all of us who live the arts here in this backwater cultural city. We will never equal either high finance or NASCAR, but if we climb a notch, you are a big part of our climb."

"Wow, what brought that on?"

"You did, silly goof."

"She's right Dan, what you have done for all of us is important."

"I better get that bigger hat people talk about."

LF returned to sarcasm. "Don't worry about your hat; just make sure your dick stays strong if you are going to satisfy both of us tonight."

After killing the bottle, Dan led his women to the master bedroom. "Tonight in this bed; you two can be the artists and I will be your canvas." Artsy and LF worked Dan over in bed. His cock proved valiant, strong and long lasting. Artsy and LF each received double injections of his sperm. Dan's body was scratched and rake marked before they finally kissed one another goodnight.

In Laura's other home, her other bedroom with her other husband, she knelt to the floor still dressed. "If I am going to be spending more time under your desk again, we need to practice. Take your pants off darling and choke me with your oh so fat cock."

Laura stayed in position while her lover undressed and put his clothes away. She tried to whistle appreciation as he faced her, but her effort produced little but rushing air. "Just lick your lips and get ready for me; be my cocksucker tonight, woman." Greg gave her no time to adjust to his size; he fucked in deep until she choked on cock. He looked down and saw Laura's lips gulping to pull him deeper even as her throat rebelled. Laura drew her head clear, took a deep breath and rammed her head forward. She had all of Greg in her now; his fat cockhead stretched her throat. Greg screamed joy, "Damn bitch, you cocksucker, get it all, keep sucking like that till I cum." Laura sucked as if to swallow him whole. Greg exploded his cum straight into her stomach.

As he pulled cock away, Laura stayed on her knees smiling and drawing deep breaths to fill her lungs. "Turn around, let me kiss you back here and get you hard again." Greg gave his ass and was rewarded with searing kisses and a rapid revival of his erection. "Fuck my mouth one more time, deep stroke into me until you cum again. I want my mouth to be your special cunt this time. Use my mouth Baby, use my mouth like a cheap whore."

"Let your dress down; I want your tits too."

Tits became hand grips. Cock pushed inexorably toward throat and beyond. Laura's mouth stretched wide; her tongue slapped underneath cock encouraging deeper penetration Greg's wiry hairs brushed her lips before cock withdrew until just the tip was at Laura's lips. Slap, slap, slap, the sound of cock slapping red lips was audible. "I am ready to fuck your face; I am not going to stop until I cum. Laura opened her mouth, and Greg flexed his hips forward. Cock advanced and then pulled back; his thrusts began slow, then picked up speed. Strong hands squeezed breasts tight, and cock began to thrust faster and faster. Finally Greg screamed loud enough for both as his orgasm invaded his brain, emptied his balls, and screamed pleasure from his lungs. At finale, Greg held Laura's head close and made a vain effort to force deeper than he had cock.

Laura collapsed at her lover's feet. Greg stood above; a nude, fucked out, angry statue of male soldier victorious in combat. Finally Laura looked up and smiled. Greg was not through, "I need to rest for a few minutes. I want you again."

"My body is yours."

"Did you tell Dan you would be home?"

"Tomorrow, or the next day, when neither of us can fuck any longer."

Dan found her in their bed two days later when he returned from work. His wife was sleeping nude with a contented smile. She was very obviously fucked out. Dan could see bites and bruises on her upper body; he was sure the sheet covered many more. He smiled at the scene, pulled her covers to her neck, and walked with a lilt in his step to the den. Seven months of hell seemed to be over and his Baby was home.

Vodka tonic beside him and ESPN on TV, Dan read work papers out of his briefcase; at 9:30 Laura finally rose and joined her husband in the den. She wore a short robe Dan kept in the closet for Artsy. Dan got a quick thank you kiss for letting her sleep, and then Laura fixed a snack and drink before returning to the den. She gobbled her snack, "I am famished; this is the most I have eaten in the last three days. I am home. If those papers are important, I'll just sit here and watch you."

Dan put papers aside, "Just work reading, not nearly as important as having you here. I'll bet you have eaten some, at least swallowed some."

Laura thought back to when she and Greg left the final opening party; she beamed a smile at the ferocity of their first sex that night. "Oh yes, we started that way. Twice, right away, twice; I ate Greg completely and swallowed everything he had. I tried to swallow him." She stood, dropping her robe in the chair Laura stood and model posed; she displayed her body to proudly show the evidence of the wild sex she had shared with her lover, her other husband.

As Dan expected, his wife's lower body showed even harder use than he saw in bed. Laura's inner thighs revealed lines of bite marks and bruises from just above knees to where they joined. Her lower cheeks displayed the same treatment, as did her tummy, her chest, and especially both breasts. "Your nipples are still swollen and raw; twist and pull on them. Show me how Greg used them."

Laura complied with husband's request. First she stretched them out, pointing them directly at Dan. Next she demonstrated variations; she pulled hard up until her nipples threatened to slip away, then down, to the side, and finally together pulled them toward her mouth as she bared her teeth. "Greg found that he liked to bite them both at once; he had never done that before."

Dropping her hands to her crotch, Laura pinched her swollen closed lips with pride. "You haven't seen me like this for seven months. I have been keeping me to myself, keeping me with Greg to myself. I had to do that Baby. I had to keep Greg to myself for me; I needed to have Greg alone. I will not apologize for my need. I will not apologize for taking my need. I will say I am sorry for the torture I put you through. I had to, it was necessary for me, but I am sorry my need put you through hell."

"Being home does not mean your affair with Greg is over, does it?"

"No Baby, but it does mean that I will never leave you and shut you out again. I will stay with Greg, live with Greg from time to time. I may even be his wife again in our way; I am sure there will be times I want to be his wife completely. I am just as sure there will be times he calls, and I will go to him. I will never shut you out again the way I have for the past months. I won't ever need to do that again." Dan looked deeply into this complex woman who was his wife. She has just given a soliloquy of love, a soliloquy of love and independence, love for two men, and independence for herself. I think she just said I have been moved back to first place; if there can ever be a first place in Laura's life. Can I live with that? "There just might be a little bit of what Greg left behind these swollen lips; do you want to go to the bedroom with me and look for it?"

The triad relationship, Laura with her two husbands, began another new phase. Laura once more made her primary residence at her home with Dan. As Dan asked and Laura replied, her affair with Greg ended in no way, only returned to its original form. Laura's home life with Dan was as complicated as ever. They did their married couple life maintenance chores together, they ate meals and slept in bed together, and they had a robust sexual life together, often augmented by pools of Greg leavings in all of Laura's openings. Laura and Dan's normal married couple life together was only interrupted by her time with Greg, her trips to San Francisco working with Business Lady, and her trips to out of town legal conventions for both Business Lady and the law firm.

Dan added time complications as well. As vice-president, his new job required more travel to clients. He also continued to spend time with his avocation, the local art community, and the friends he developed in that set. With closeness to Artsy, and to a lesser extent, Mrs. Patron, Dan brought significant relationship commitments to marriage just as Laura. One Sunday in late winter, having their brunch by the fireplace, Laura raised the subject.

"Baby, we are doing better. I want to work at making the better even better. I intended to come home Friday night; I really did. I slipped back into my old being away mode without thinking. I should have at least called to say I was staying with Greg. Friday night I was Mrs. Greg again, and I did it without thinking of you. I need to do better communicating, and you need to help me." After discussing communication most of the morning, Dan and Laura agreed to a plan of action. Once a month, Sunday brunch would be dedicated to each telling all that happened in the past month, and plans for the coming month. They would read each other's unwritten diary of events, reasons, emotions, desires and disappointments.

After Dan and Laura, Artsy was the person most affected by Laura's return home and back into Dan's life. She had made clear from the beginning that she had no interest in forcing herself into Dan's married life. Artsy and Dan as committed couple item only came about after Laura moved in with Greg. On a Sunday when she knew Dan and Laura would be having one of their brunches, she felt compelled to drop in. "Hi, I know I am intruding. I wanted to say some things to both of you together and then I will run."

Laura responded first. "Artsy, you are never an intruder in our home. You are always welcome here. Please sit and join us; don't even think of running off quickly." Dan eased her into a chair and left to get a brunch plate, glass of champagne and coffee.

Their conversation began awkward, but Artsy soon put her intent on the table. "I told Dan when we first met that we could not have a personal, intimate relationship while he was still married. Laura, I told you that I no longer considered Dan married. Now that the two of you are trying to piece the wreck of your marriage back together, I am going to bow out gracefully. Dan, I hope we can keep our personal and professional friendship. I would hate to give those relationships up."

Dan reached for Artsy's hand and squeezed, "Yes, we must. I accept your decision; I wish it didn't have to be so, but I will respect your desire." Laura actually brokered a compromise so her husband would not lose a lover who was important in many ways. Artsy would no longer spend time with Dan here in their home when Laura was away on business or with Greg. They could, however, be together at Mrs. Patron's home whenever they wanted time together.

Artsy and Dan transitioned their relationship to intimate friends, but the times when they shared intimacy completely and physically dwindled. Two years later, Artsy knocked on the door on another Sunday morning. She had come to share news with Dan, but wanted Laura's presence too. She announced her pending marriage; Dan had seen this day coming with misgivings in his heart. He had one request, "May I have the honor of giving the bride's hand at the ceremony?" Artsy didn't stay long that second Sunday; she left despite Laura's invitation she stay and join them. She left after expressing her intentions as she had that first Sunday.

"Baby, she has made her decision; I am happy for Artsy, and a bit sad for you. You must accept her decision; you know that much. Marriage is important to women." Dan grinned at first, a wry sort of grin that just grew. Finally he couldn't help but laugh aloud at his wife's last sentence.




Always Faithful Ch. 05



Laura watched, at first a little perplexed, she realized how her Baby took what she said. She began to laugh with him. "Mr. Daniel, Miss Laura said I do. Miss Laura may have an unconventional sort of marriage, but never forget it is important to her too."

Mrs. Patron remained a constant for Dan. He continued to share intimacies with her, social, business and sexual intimacies. When Laura spent weekends with Greg, Dan almost always moved his residence to what had become his room in her house. Some nights he slept in his room alone; some nights with Artsy. Only one other time, after a party, he invited both Artsy and LF for an all night sexual romp. That next morning at breakfast, Dan asked LF if she also continued a relationship with Laura. He expected a quick no, but LF paused before answering.

LF looked first to Mrs. Patron, older woman friend, Artsy and finally back to Dan. "Just curious, maybe prescient, or did I give something away last night?"

Dan had to ask, "You have?"

"A few weeks ago; I called her. I wanted the tiger Laura is; I really wanted sex with her."

"Did she come to you, where, was it good?"

LF smiled. "There are times when your wife is an absolutely ferocious sex animal, a predator. I wanted exactly that. She came to my studio. She fucked me all over the studio, everywhere and in every way." She turned her head to their hostess. "I apologize for my language at the breakfast table, Mrs. Patron, Dan asked and I can't think of a better way to tell what happened."

"Don't worry my dear; sometimes we need that as women, don't we?"

LF's jaw dropped as Dan and older woman friend both reached in support to touch Mrs. Patron as if choreographed. Who is the sex animal of those three, all three at times, I wonder? "Your wife just waltzed into my studio, ripped my clothes off, and used my sex, my body and my mind. She never undressed, jeans and a blouse; she freshened her makeup when she was through and left me laying there. Laura saw what I needed when I opened the door, maybe she knew the moment she heard my voice on the phone."

"Wow! Laura can be like that though, even more so since she began her affair with Greg."

LF offered her opinion of Laura. "Greg just set her free Dan; she is a natural sexual animal. When she left, at the door with me a puddle on the floor, she said she wanted to look just like I did next time."

"Did she, did you?"

"I haven't heard from her since then, not a word."

Except that she once again had two primary residences in town, plus a third in San Francisco, Laura's life changed least. At their Sunday brunch in late April, Laura went over her upcoming plans "Greg's birthday is coming up, end of the month." Dan nodded understanding and poured coffee. "I want to spend a couple of weeks with him, and then our birthday date, of course. I also have to do a two week trip to San Francisco at the start of June."

"I need to visit BL soon, maybe we can coordinate something. Either together in San Francisco, or when you are here, depending on what all you have scheduled out there."

Laura laughed at Dan's subtle reminder about her neighbor Upper Floor. "We'll see, maybe we can work something out. Let me check this coming week, okay?"

In the division of Laura's time they agreed to, Dan had Laura as wife the first and last weeks of May. There was a caveat though; Greg would call for Laura on his birthday and they would consummate the signature moment of their affair, Greg's birthday dinner date. During the middle of the month, Laura would once again be Mrs. Greg, would wear his ruby ring on her left hand, and the diamond ring and wedding band Dan bestowed in solemn ceremony would once again reside in the box Artsy had provided. Their life together as husband and wife only seemed less strained; their permutations were demanding, but they struggled through.

"Can we talk a minute about what I might have scheduled out there, as you call my other job, or would you rather just let me and San Francisco happen?"

"We can talk, I guess; you still don't tell Greg about that part of your life?"

"No, I don't think he would understand, or approve, and I want to have a little secret from him. He doesn't know about LF either."

"LF told me, told all of us, she called and you took care of her."

"Bitch! I'll deal with her next time."

"LF said you asked her to deal with you next time." Laura looked chagrined, but then smiled. "See, a girl has to have secrets, but can't around you. That means you have to keep my secrets from Greg."

Laura returned the subject to San Francisco. "After the BL Christmas party, I took Liaison and her SO for an after party nightcap to Upper Floor's home. We ended up playing until morning. Do you remember Mario; he is the one when you listened to on the phone; he fucked my ass hard."

"Oh yeah, I remember Baby. Did he fuck your ass again? It was hot as hell listening. I jacked three times; once listening and twice later."

"I let Mario whip me and fuck me. He wanted to use the big bull whip, but I said no. I couldn't have any marks."

"You want him to use the big whip on you sometime, don't you?"

"Yes, I want it; I told him he could."

"This trip?"

"Maybe."

"Do you want me with you, to watch, to see you whipped?"

"Would you rather listen on the phone again?"





Always Faithful Ch. 06



Author's Notes: First and foremost, Always Faithful is a work of fiction; no characters depict any known persons. To the best of the author's knowledge, there is no women's clothing manufacturer by the name of Business Lady. This the last chapter in this story. I want to thank those readers who have stayed with Always Faithful through its at times tedious length. A special thank you goes to those who have provided substantive feedback both positive and negative. Chapter 5 ended with Laura and Greg leaving on their fifth anniversary date celebrating Greg's birthday..

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Six -- Dan Laura Greg -- Climax and beyond

"Damn you Greg! Just damn, damn, damn you! I always knew it would come to this." Laura looked into her lover's eyes across their table. She cleared the champagne glasses to the side and leaned to kiss him. Sitting back upright, Laura raised both hands in front of her; she stared at the rings she was wearing.

Greg noticed her gesture and thought he understood what must be going through her mind. He recognized turmoil. He was sure whatever turmoil would be resolved; friction in their affair had always been resolved. "It is time; I need it for us, I hope you need it for us just as much."

"Is this from our jeweler?"

"Yes, he made the setting. He knows your ring size." Laura looked at her left hand; she saw her wedding band and the ruby ring Greg gave her four years ago.

"Order a fresh bottle of champagne; we will need it tonight." Still holding the velvet covered box, Greg raised his right hand to signal their waiter. Laura removed the engagement ring Dan gave her so many years ago from the third finger of her right hand; she slipped it inside her dress, under her bra. Next she removed the ruby ring and her wedding ring.

Laura was still holding the two rings in her palm when the waiter returned with the champagne. He gave Greg the customary taste, drained the near empty bottle and topped off both glasses with fresh before departing. Laura raised her flute to touch and toast, "To us." Greg repeated the toast with his mind on their future; Laura was thinking of their past. She put her glass down and lifted dress and bra away to put the ruby ring away against her right breast.

"I love you Darling, my darling Greg. I will always love you . . . Happy Birthday." Laura looked at her wedding ring for a long moment before lifting her bodice once more, on the left side. Her wedding ring found its proper place next to the engagement ring. Even when Dan had taken them from her at times over the last four years of her affair with Greg, these two rings had always been together. It was important that they stay together, and stay close to her heart.

Laura raised her glass to lips; she stared over the rim to catch and draw Greg to her. Left hand reached forward of its own volition with fingers loosely spread. Laura didn't see anything but her lover's eyes. She felt his hand on hers, felt the ring slide home, but she couldn't watch. When she heard the box lid snap shut she sipped from her glass and reclaimed her left hand. "I want to dance tonight; we have time."

Laura stood and reached for her clutch; Greg began to rise in polite perfunctory manner. "Come kiss me. I'll be back in a moment, but kiss me so I can seal your kiss with a freshening of my lipstick."

From the ladies room Laura called home. The phone ring snapped Dan's head from his reading. He wasn't expecting a call tonight, certainly not from his wife, but there was no mistaking Laura's cell number on the caller ID.

Hi Baby, I am surprised to hear from you. Is everything okay? - Well, yes, everything is okay Baby. Something has come up. -- Tell me, do you need me to take care of something for you? -- No Baby, don't worry, but I won't be coming home tonight. Greg and I are going to his home after. -- I expected that much; he always brings you home from dates though. -- Yes we do, but something has come up. We are going home tonight; I will probably be there a few days, maybe a week or so. I'll call during the day and explain. Don't worry Baby. -- Now I am starting to worry. If you say don't worry, I worry. - I love you Baby; I need to run. Goodnight.

Laura applied a fresh coat of lipstick and returned to Greg.

Dan looked at the telephone. Don't worry. I won't be home. Something has come up. Going to his home tonight. We are going home tonight. Don't worry. A few days, a week or so. Most ominous to Dan was Laura's last statement. I'll call during the day and explain. What was it that Laura couldn't explain now, and couldn't tell him with Greg around? Dan tried to get back to his papers, but his thoughts returned to Laura's call.

At her table, Laura exchanged another kiss, warm and tender, before she sat down. I don't care if the world thinks we are young lovers; we are. Greg and I are young lovers, and Greg has just placed an engagement ring on my left hand. Laura lifted her hand, "It's beautiful." Here you sit at a restaurant table with your long time lover. You are married to one man, and your lover has just given a ring. Rings have significance Laura.

Laura repeated herself from earlier, "I want to dance with you tonight. Just us, no disco, do you know somewhere we can be romantic and dance close?"

"I usually take you home."

"You will take me home after we dance. Take me to our home. I think this ring is supposed to be a new key, isn't it?"

"I love you my beautiful darling woman. Yes, our home." Greg knew of a small jazz club where they could dance and listen as the mood touched them. After their second time on the dance floor Greg asked, "Did you tell Dan?"

"I called him from the ladies room; he knows you won't be bringing me home."

After a few more dances, the couple left for their home. "Are the panties from your first birthday in your drawer?" Laura knew exactly where the clear plastic pouch that held those panties was. Those panties belonged to Greg; she gave six pairs the first time they celebrated his birthday. He asked for them in his own funny sort of way. Even well after Laura had her own dresser for her clothes, for her intimate lingerie, those six panties never mixed with her things. They belonged with Greg. She wore them, most of them, on special occasions. She especially liked to wear one of the black thongs, but she always carefully hand washed whatever she wore and returned them to the plastic case.

There was one pair she never wore. She modeled them for Greg, just once that first birthday night. They stayed in the pouch unused. Laura went to Greg's closet and pulled out the short silk robe she bought for him two years ago. "Wait for me in the den; I will be down in just a minute. Could you pour us a brandy?" Laura opened the pouch and retrieved the rarely worn panties.

Greg recognized the symbolism of the panties the second Laura made her dramatic entrance, barefoot, wearing those panties he had seen once before; the ring he placed earlier in the evening her only jewelry. Laura had removed her makeup; she came nude to her lover save those panties Dan bought as gift to Greg four years ago and her new diamond engagement ring. The sheer black silk hid nothing; Laura's sex chamber was obvious and available under the veil of loose silk. Those panties say she is Dan's gift to me; wearing my ring is her commitment to me. "You look beautiful; you are beautiful."

Laura snuggled as close as possible. When Greg tried to speak she shushed him; "Tonight we don't need sound, words, we are together and complete. Just be close and know we have our love." They sat quietly together while drinking two brandies apiece. "Let's go to bed. Tonight I want to make love to you, to give you all of my love. I want to excite you until you can't stand any more. When I have you just as crazy as possible, I want you to tear these panties off my body and fuck my brains loose."

"This diamond is more than a symbol of your love for me." Laura crawled on top of her man and demonstrated how her diamond ring could be a sex aid. She slowly raked Greg's nipples, and giving her hand, showed him how to tantalize hers. With lips and teeth, Laura kissed from earlobe to jaw line. Greg moaned softly. The hollow of throat, right below his Adam's apple, was next target for lips, tongue, teeth.

Remembering how sensitive LF was there, Laura tried kissing her man's armpit, but the hairs tickled. She sneezed. "Roll over." Lips, finger tips and nails traced a path from Greg's neck to the crease between his buttocks. He was quivering with delight by the time Laura pulled head away to rest. Quivers turned to shakes after Laura spread his cheeks and blew soft streams of air targeting his anal opening. Greg flexed hips and tried to get close to the wind. Laura kissed where Greg needed her kiss, and then ducked her head lower to capture his sack in her mouth. Greg screamed and whirled.

"Time for your fucking." Greg flattened Laura; he reached for the black silk and tore Dan's gift from Dan's wife's body. Cock drove hard, pushing full deep. His hips became a blur; his weight drove air from her lungs. Laura clawed him. They screamed obscenities of love at each other. "I'm fucking you bitch; those damned panties are gone. They can't protect you precious cunt."

"Harder, damn you, fuck harder. I want more you bastard."

"Cum bitch whore, cum on my big cock." In every way they screamed bitch, stud, son-of-a-bitch, whore; always tied with cum, fuck, pussy, cock. In short time, their screaming words lost definition. Their orgasms made all sounds unintelligible.

"Part of me wants to go to sleep; I am fulfilled. Let me suck your cock and get you hard. I want you again." They fucked a second time with Laura on top. She fed him her breasts as she milked Greg's fat cock. She sat upright with raw nipples bright red after fucking Greg's second offering from his body. Twice more they fucked each other as hard as their bodies could function before Laura's final request. "Use your teeth to seal me so I will be a virgin for you in the morning."

Laura was still swollen when they returned to the bedroom after a light Sunday breakfast. Greg forced his way in, but cock wanted a gentle sexing this morning. Laura was sore, a good warm soreness. They made love and then showered. Let's go for a walk in the park. I'll pack a snack to carry. They walked through the park, whistled at birds, talked to budding flowers, and held hands as lovers. Laura stayed to Greg's right so they could feel her ring with joined hands.

Dan waited for Laura's phone call. It never came; the phone was silent all day long.

Laura was too occupied to call her other husband. "I am going to make love to you for the rest of the day. I am going to make love to you until neither of us can move. We may have to call 911 to get us apart."

Laura and Greg made love in their bed until there was nothing left to give, nothing left to take. Greg was drained completely. "Six times, counting this morning we made love six times today; that is a new record for us." They didn't need to call an emergency team, and they faced Monday morning going to work time with glows on their faces.

Laura didn't call Sunday evening either. Dan did not sleep well at all. He mulled Laura's last phone conversation in his mind. All she said was something had come up; don't worry about it. That's what she said; don't worry Baby. Did she say Baby, or did she call me Dan? Indistinct memories troubled his sleep and Dan tossed all night.

"Laura, is that a new ring?"

"Yes, it's from Greg." The people at the law firm, especially the women, were used to seeing Laura wear her Greg ring, and not her Dan rings. This time Laura wore a new Greg ring, a diamond Greg ring. By four-thirty quitting time, every woman in the office knew; many asked about her new ring. Laura was as evasive as possible; she tried to downplay any special significance. Why would a married woman wear another man's diamond ring on her left hand? There is only one possible reason, isn't that right? Calling Dan slipped her mind.

By Monday afternoon, Dan's turmoil peaked. He decided Mrs. Patron would be better company than vodka and tonic. In spite of his orders to himself, he called the home phone to check messages three times that evening. He finally called Laura's cell but it went direct to leave a message. At the end of the evening, Dan decided to ask Mrs. Patron if he could stay and share her bed. He slept better Monday night after making love with his friend and mentor.

Laura finally remembered to call her husband Tuesday at ten; Dan was in a meeting. His secretary told her she would make sure Dan returned the call. He has been worried about you. -- Tell him please call, but first tell him he has no need to worry.

Dan returned his wife's call shortly before noon. Hi Baby, I apologize for not calling yesterday, things got hectic here. -- No, I told your secretary to tell you not to worry, nothing is wrong. -- Will you pick me up for a late lunch, say one-thirty. I still don't have my car.

Laura was waiting on the sidewalk at one-thirty when Dan pulled to a stop. "Hi Baby", Laura gave a quick kiss. "If I promise, promise, promise absolutely no funny business and nothing bad at all, will you take me to that restaurant? I made a reservation. Please trust me." Dan relented and Laura guided him with directions. Soon they were seated in Laura's special alcove by a confused proprietor.

"Something came up, but I am supposed to trust you and not worry."

"Yes Baby, everything will work out."

"You are not wearing your rings, not wearing any of them."

"You are always so observant of me; I wanted to wait until after we get our food before talking about why. Can you wait that long; will you trust me at least that long? I have all of my rings in my purse."

"Fighting back my curiosity, I will trust you that long." Laura leaned close and kissed her Baby. Dan looked around; he was still somewhat shy about intimate kissing in public. He realized they were in a very private alcove.

The owner's face showed confusion as he delivered their meals. Laura noticed and explained, "This is my husband Dan. I brought him to your restaurant one other time, but we didn't sit back here." The man smiled and nodded his head; he didn't understand, but wore his proper face anyway. With owner retreating through the curtain, Laura again leaned close to her husband. "Thank you Baby. I'll explain about the rings; that will lead into what came up the other night, and then I have a request. Before my explanations though, I want a really good kiss with my husband."

"This is not your first kiss like that in this alcove, is it?" Dan could still feel the heat of her hands on his face, still feel the moistness of her kiss around his lips; he was breathing heavily because Laura turned him on full.

"No, I've kissed Greg with that much passion all through lunch. I've taken most of my clothes off in this room for Greg. No Baby, you are not my first kiss here."

"Tell me about the rings; you brought me here to tell me something."

"It's time", Laura sat straight and fixed her eyes to Dan's as she reached for her purse. "They are in here; all of my rings are in my purse." She opened purse and withdrew three small manila envelopes, evidence envelopes from the firm. "I took all my rings off because I don't want any confusion about what I am going to tell you. I don't want you to jump to conclusions, especially false conclusions, incorrect ones."

Laura picked up two of the envelopes. "This one has our wedding rings; the rings you gave years ago that I treasure and cherish, now and forever." Laura waved the second one. "This envelope has the ring Greg gave me for Christmas; his gift our first Christmas together. You know how important my affair is to me; this ruby ring has been the most visible and important symbol of my affair."

The easy part of Laura's story now behind her, she paused for breath and concentrated on her Baby. "The third envelope has another ring in it." She saw Dan's forehead crease and jaw clench. "Please remember Baby, trust me. I love you. Trust me." Laura opened the third envelope and took out the ring. "This is what came up the other night with Greg."

Dan's jaw dropped and the crease in his forehead deepened. "You have been wearing that ring?"

"Yes Dan."

"You have been telling me don't worry, trust me while you have been wearing that ring?"

"Yes Baby, and I will tell you once again; please don't worry, please don't jump to conclusions, and please, please, please Baby, trust me."

"Is that your request, that I trust you while you wear Greg's engagement ring, and the one I gave you sits in that envelope?"

"In one sense, yes, let me tell you directly, ask you."

"What I want, my request of you, is that you take the two envelopes home today. I want you to put our rings in the box Artsy gave you years ago; where you always put our rings when I am with Greg for longer times. I want you to take the ruby ring home and put it in my jewelry box. Last, I want you to let me wear this third ring out of here today, and trust me to come back to you soon."

"If I don't agree?"

"Please Baby, I am begging now, please let me wear this ring back to the office secure in your trust?"

"You haven't answered my if?"

Laura didn't answer immediately; she continued to explore Dan's reaction as etched on his face. She knew her decision; she was waiting for Dan, her Baby, her husband. His face suddenly softened to almost a grin, the forehead crease vanished. "You promised no funny business this time if I brought you here. My impression of this restaurant isn't improving. Must be something about the sauce here that always comes with whatever I order."

"Baby, today is a no funny business day. I am being totally open and honest with you. This has been a special place for Greg and I; I hope it can have that same sort of magic for us in the future."

Dan snorted, "Let's get back to what if."

"If you say no, if you won't take the two envelopes, if you won't allow me to wear my new ring out of here, my fingers will be as bare as when you picked me up from work. I will return home Friday after work; I will be wearing this ring Greg gave me. I will have our wedding set still in the envelope, and I will ask you to put them on my left hand once again."

Now Dan paused to seriously consider what Laura just said. If I say no, Laura and I continue the status quo of the last four years, but she will have greater commitment to be with Greg. She will be wearing his engagement ring. How will she wear his ring? On her other hand, maybe she will wear it touching the one I gave her. She refers to the one I gave her as ours, doesn't she. He reached his hand toward hers, "If I say give me the envelopes, then what?"

Laura allowed herself to breath; My Baby is at least considering what I am asking. That is the best I could ever hope for. I have to trust Dan, and his love for me, too. "If you take the two envelopes, I will come home to you sometime soon, and most likely with fingers as bare as they are today. I will ask you to put our rings on my hand and promise to never remove them again."

"Sometime soon, but never again? That is still an answer with questions, Baby."

Laura began to respond; Dan raised a finger. Time stood stock still. She has been asking for trust, Laura has said trust me a dozen times and a dozen ways today. Trust is implicit in the Love-Honor-Obey oath, isn't it? Do I have a choice? Do I want to trust my Baby? Dan's mind flashed back through four years of history. She has never lied about her affair with Greg. Laura has been cruel a few times, painfully cruel, but she has always been honest. My Baby has always been faithful to me. I have no choice, I have to trust her. "Give me the envelopes."




Always Faithful Ch. 06



In front of her office building, "I want to take you back there sometime when we don't have any difficult questions to consider. I will dazzle you. I love you so much Baby. Saying Yes, and then again I Do, was the best thing that ever happened to me." After one last fierce kiss, Laura left Dan so he could drive away. She headed for Greg's office. I pulled off the important part of my solution. Now begins the hard part. Dan loves me; I know Greg loves me. I love both of them. I do wish there was a way I could wear both rings and have both men forever. Four years, four wonderful years.

"Is he free?"

Greg looked up as he heard the door close. Laura stood against the door; lipstick still smeared from kissing Dan, she needed another kiss. She came at him. Laura's kiss was fierce, one of her attack for sex kisses. How was your lunch with D . . .? Laura stopped his question continuing her fierce kiss. Greg let his hands roam; his cock swelled so he pressured her shoulders. On knees, Laura unzipped and extracted cock. "Just a quick kiss, I just want to say I love you."

"You lipstick is already messed up; I am going to ruin it completely." Laura kissed, but Greg took her head in hand and rammed forcefully forward. Cock knew the way; cock had fucked its way into Laura's throat many times. She opened and welcomed cock and the choking, gagging sensations. Greg fucked hard and fast. He didn't last long.

The next day, Laura called Business Lady and cancelled her upcoming trip. All she said formally was that a personal matter had come up suddenly that she had to deal with. A separate call to Liaison informed her friend what was happening in Laura's tumultuous life. Liaison offered all long distance support possible. When she met Greg for lunch, she told him about cancelling. "I am going to fuck you every day for the next three weeks and see if your cock can hold up to the challenge." Before they left she got under his desk.

Laura didn't talk to Dan, but she did call Mrs. Patron. She explained what was happening in her life, assured the woman nothing bad would happen to her Daniel, and asked that she take care of him for the next few weeks. The woman asked Laura to call weekly and keep her up to date.

For three weeks, Laura and Greg lived a life consumed by sex. Laura remembered how she enjoyed fucking in the kitchen, and she insisted Greg bend her over the countertop at least once a week. One night as daylight faded, Laura pulled her man through the sliding door to his back yard. Twice they made love quietly in the grass. Laura lay resting beside her man and watched a full moon rising. She kissed and sucked Greg to full erection. "I want to howl at the full moon tonight. Take me hard. Fuck my brains out and make me sing. Find the she wolf inside me and make her howl."

Finally, on a Tuesday evening, Laura decided she could no longer avoid settling her two husband life. They made love immediately after they arrived home from work. They made love in their bedroom. Greg and Laura gave everything to each other as tenderly as possible, and as long and lovingly as possible. Laura knew it was time. Almost every moment they weren't making love the past three weeks, she had considered how to tell Greg of her decision.

Simple truth came out. "Greg Baby, I love you. I do love you my darling. Laura removed the ring and handed it to him. I have to return your ring. I can't accept it. I am married to Dan, and I know that. I wish I could really have two husbands, but there is no way, just no way." Laura was sobbing, she could no longer speak. Greg folded her fingers over the ring in her palm. He knew, he had always known, how much she loved Dan. He wrapped Laura in his arms and they cried together. "I will leave now if you want me too, but I would like to sleep with you one last night and make love in the morning."

Wednesday morning, Greg and Laura took two cars to work. Laura wore Greg's ring all day. At four-thirty, she put the engagement ring she would never again wear in the evidence envelope. Laura considered a grand entrance with Baby, I am home, but couldn't muster humor within. She kissed her husband with no lover's taste in her mouth. Laura drew Dan's hand under her skirt. "I am dry here too." She showed him her naked left hand, fingers spread. "Will you put our rings on your wife's hand one last time my husband?"

Greg accepted a position with a law firm in San Jose, California that fall. When he left, he gave a business forwarding address to the firm. Laura attended his going away party. Unashamed, with tears covering her cheeks, she gave her lover a last kiss goodbye.

Six Years Later

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