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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 my art in the office idea. I think it would be fun if you wanted to get involved some too. Not Friday though, 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. I’ve told you several times, 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 me.”
“I don’t expect guilt; set something up with Greg. Maybe you can find somewhere to show one of your new dresses.”
“Good idea, Baby.”
> > > > - -
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 would be 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 do lunch 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 already 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 attention 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 complement 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.
“Hmm, 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. Even so, 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 your 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 his collection 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 tonight’s 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 an in-crowd disco. He pulled and tugged at her frog to loosen dress 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 having sex 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 dancing 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.
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 young men 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 hunks.”
“Thanks for dancing with her fellows.” 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. They had a lot to talk about and that is 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 Baby, 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. Have you told Greg I love you when he’s 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 pussy 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.”
Laura reached for her husband. Hand found arm and stroked with love and affection.
“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 time 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 go to. 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 explained to 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 art paintings 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.”
Laura reached to lightly touch the dress Artsy wore. “Dan has told me about some of your spectacular dresses; please tell me about this one. You make an amazing figure wearing it.”
“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.
“Dan told me when his friend had her portrait made some years ago she and the artist made love several times to set the creative mood. Do you work that way as well?”
Laura’s husband and date for the evening watched as Portrait moved close to answer Laura’s question. His hand reached through the slit in the red dress to caress an inner thigh.
“Sometimes, often, it is essential that the soul be captured to make the image. Making love is a good way to share souls.”
Laura reached for his wrist to draw his hand closer, as high as it could travel.
“Yes! Yes I can see that. I can feel that.”
Dan decided to leave them so they could introduce their souls with some privacy in the crowded gallery. When he saw Laura’s young lawyer couple approaching he decided to head them off. He told them he wanted to introduce them to some good friends and pointed that Laura was occupied at the moment.
“I can see she is; I wonder if she is wearing panties tonight? The last time she wore that dress she didn’t have any.”
“I don’t know; I didn’t ask, and haven’t checked.”
Mrs. Patron, her friend and Artsy organized the after opening get together. They adjourned to a nearby club for drinks and conversation. Portrait and others joined them; Laura sat with portrait and almost ignored her date. Mrs. Patron used the opportunity learn more about Dan.
“I hope LeeAnne will not think I am intruding; from what has been said and what I am seeing, your wife has no cause to object either. I would accept an invitation to an intimate dinner.”
“I would like that, like that very much. Soon, we must, very soon.”
“I still have a few dresses that might take your mind off the elegant clothes these younger women are wearing.”
Dan kissed Mrs. Patron, first on the cheek and then lightly on her lips. His hand went to her back and he stroked her not absentmindedly. Artsy sat on the opposite side, noticed the intimacy of the scene around her, and decided her hand should join Dan fondling the older woman. Dan glanced at Artsy; she blew an air kiss to him and then mouthed words silently. Dan nodded understanding and both moved to give the woman a joint kiss. Artsy’s tongue led Dan’s inside Mrs. Patron’s mouth. The older woman’s friend watched the intimate, three part kiss and began breathing heavily herself.
Shortly after eleven Dan stopped his car in front of his wife’s other home. “I think you had a good time Baby, so did I; I agree we should do this more often. Your lawyer friend asked me a question when she saw you with Portrait and I didn’t know the answer.”
“What did she want to know?”
“She asked if you are wearing panties under your dress tonight?”
“Oh, she saw, huh? No, I am not. Panties don’t go with this dress. Would you like to check for yourself while you kiss me goodnight?”
“Where do I kiss?”
“If you check for panties you can kiss my lips. Was I too mean only letting you kiss my cheek in public?”
“Proper for a first date.”
Dan’s hand checked while he and Laura shared a steamy kiss. She was very wet and Dan was sure she would be much wetter before the night ended for her. He walked her to the door and said good night when Greg answered.
“I’ve been bad darling, very bad tonight. Not only did I give my date a hot kiss and feel just now, I let a man I just met feel my cunt for almost two hours. He is a painter and he has sensitive hands.”
“A good night kiss for a date is traditional; letting a stranger feel you up for two hours is unacceptable. You will have to be punished.”
“Take me to bed and spank my bottom hard; punish me darling, punish me until I tell you how much I love you.”
Laura woke with a very sore bottom Sunday morning. Over coffee and breakfast she told Greg just how sore her bottom felt.
“You know you deserved that spanking, it took you ten minutes to say I love you. You kept repeating yourself for another ten minutes to keep me spanking you.”
Laura straddled her lover and wrapped her arms around him. She drove her tongue as deeply as possible kissing Greg. There was no question but that she loved last night’s spanking. “You were wet and excited letting two men finger your cunt. If either had fucked you I would have used my belt.”
“I have Portrait’s phone number; we are going to have lunch soon.”
“I have a dinner meeting with some people Friday evening to discuss my art in the office idea. I think it would be fun if you wanted to get involved some too. Not Friday though, 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. I’ve told you several times, 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 me.”
“I don’t expect guilt; set something up with Greg. Maybe you can find somewhere to show one of your new dresses.”
“Good idea, Baby.”
> > > > - -
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 would be 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 do lunch 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 already 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 attention 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 complement 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.
“Hmm, 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. Even so, 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 your 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 his collection 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 tonight’s 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 an in-crowd disco. He pulled and tugged at her frog to loosen dress 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 having sex 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 dancing 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.
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 young men 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 hunks.”
“Thanks for dancing with her fellows.” 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. They had a lot to talk about and that is 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 Baby, 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. Have you told Greg I love you when he’s 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 pussy 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.”
Laura reached for her husband. Hand found arm and stroked with love and affection.
“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 time 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 go to. 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 explained to 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.”
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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 art paintings 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.”
Laura reached to lightly touch the dress Artsy wore. “Dan has told me about some of your spectacular dresses; please tell me about this one. You make an amazing figure wearing it.”
“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.
“Dan told me when his friend had her portrait made some years ago she and the artist made love several times to set the creative mood. Do you work that way as well?”
Laura’s husband and date for the evening watched as Portrait moved close to answer Laura’s question. His hand reached through the slit in the red dress to caress an inner thigh.
“Sometimes, often, it is essential that the soul be captured to make the image. Making love is a good way to share souls.”
Laura reached for his wrist to draw his hand closer, as high as it could travel.
“Yes! Yes I can see that. I can feel that.”
Dan decided to leave them so they could introduce their souls with some privacy in the crowded gallery. When he saw Laura’s young lawyer couple approaching he decided to head them off. He told them he wanted to introduce them to some good friends and pointed that Laura was occupied at the moment.
“I can see she is; I wonder if she is wearing panties tonight? The last time she wore that dress she didn’t have any.”
“I don’t know; I didn’t ask, and haven’t checked.”
Mrs. Patron, her friend and Artsy organized the after opening get together. They adjourned to a nearby club for drinks and conversation. Portrait and others joined them; Laura sat with portrait and almost ignored her date. Mrs. Patron used the opportunity learn more about Dan.
“I hope LeeAnne will not think I am intruding; from what has been said and what I am seeing, your wife has no cause to object either. I would accept an invitation to an intimate dinner.”
“I would like that, like that very much. Soon, we must, very soon.”
“I still have a few dresses that might take your mind off the elegant clothes these younger women are wearing.”
Dan kissed Mrs. Patron, first on the cheek and then lightly on her lips. His hand went to her back and he stroked her not absentmindedly. Artsy sat on the opposite side, noticed the intimacy of the scene around her, and decided her hand should join Dan fondling the older woman. Dan glanced at Artsy; she blew an air kiss to him and then mouthed words silently. Dan nodded understanding and both moved to give the woman a joint kiss. Artsy’s tongue led Dan’s inside Mrs. Patron’s mouth. The older woman’s friend watched the intimate, three part kiss and began breathing heavily herself.
Shortly after eleven Dan stopped his car in front of his wife’s other home. “I think you had a good time Baby, so did I; I agree we should do this more often. Your lawyer friend asked me a question when she saw you with Portrait and I didn’t know the answer.”
“What did she want to know?”
“She asked if you are wearing panties under your dress tonight?”
“Oh, she saw, huh? No, I am not. Panties don’t go with this dress. Would you like to check for yourself while you kiss me goodnight?”
“Where do I kiss?”
“If you check for panties you can kiss my lips. Was I too mean only letting you kiss my cheek in public?”
“Proper for a first date.”
Dan’s hand checked while he and Laura shared a steamy kiss. She was very wet and Dan was sure she would be much wetter before the night ended for her. He walked her to the door and said good night when Greg answered.
“I’ve been bad darling, very bad tonight. Not only did I give my date a hot kiss and feel just now, I let a man I just met feel my cunt for almost two hours. He is a painter and he has sensitive hands.”
“A good night kiss for a date is traditional; letting a stranger feel you up for two hours is unacceptable. You will have to be punished.”
“Take me to bed and spank my bottom hard; punish me darling, punish me until I tell you how much I love you.”
Laura woke with a very sore bottom Sunday morning. Over coffee and breakfast she told Greg just how sore her bottom felt.
“You know you deserved that spanking, it took you ten minutes to say I love you. You kept repeating yourself for another ten minutes to keep me spanking you.”
Laura straddled her lover and wrapped her arms around him. She drove her tongue as deeply as possible kissing Greg. There was no question but that she loved last night’s spanking. “You were wet and excited letting two men finger your cunt. If either had fucked you I would have used my belt.”
“I have Portrait’s phone number; we are going to have lunch soon.”
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