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Chapter Twenty-Seven - Laura with Greg as 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 but Laura can fuck 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 Laura’s 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. Dan and I 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 battling legal dragons.
Laura also 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.
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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.
Laura and Greg 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 then 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 talked 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 now at bedtime. They saved their wilder sexual gymnastics for the weekend. In short, 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.
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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.
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Yes, I agree we should.
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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 he 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 I get 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.
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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.
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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.
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Thank you for that too; thank you for spending the night with him. Which nightgown did he pick for you to wear?
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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.
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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?
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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. She closed with a 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.”
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, interludes 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 that 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 meet 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.”
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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.”
Greg kissed his lady and held her tight to his chest.
“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.”
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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.”
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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 home.
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?
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Yes, sometimes I can be pushy, on the phone and in person.
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No, I am still in my work clothes.
. . .
You want me to put on a negligee. You are the pushy one.
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No, I am not going to answer the door nude either. You men are all alike.
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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 entered its landing cycle.
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 choking, 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.
Finally 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 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 but Laura can fuck 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 Laura’s 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. Dan and I 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 battling legal dragons.
Laura also 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.
Laura and Greg 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 then 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 talked 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 now at bedtime. They saved their wilder sexual gymnastics for the weekend. In short, 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 he 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 I get 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. She closed with a 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.”
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, interludes 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 that 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 meet 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.”
Greg kissed his lady and held her tight to his chest.
“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 home.
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 entered its landing cycle.
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 choking, 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.
Finally 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.
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