Always Faithful – Chapter Sixteen

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Chapter Sixteen – Exposure in Film and Words Greg returned Laura to her married home Sunday evening. He was sure his cock and balls could no longer function as sex tools. They hung limp between his legs. God knows how many times he shot his load in Laura’s sex holes this weekend. The last two went ass and cunt. She took everything, Greg mused, Laura took all that I have to give. Laura walked to her door still barefoot; she wore only one of Greg’s too big for her T shirts and panties. She was as sore as her lover; she knew that much as she approached the door. This is what fucked out looks like and feels like. This is what I wanted when I sent Dan away Friday night.  The door knob turned as she knew it would. Dan was in the den with vodka tonic and ESPN. His wife was suddenly in front of him and she bent over to kiss. “I am home.” Dan’s question was the same one he voiced from his sleep early Saturday morning, “Why?” “Why was I so cruel to you? I was cruel because I wanted to be cruel. I needed to be cruel to you; cruel to my husband. I wanted once again to remind you that this is my affair and not yours. I hurt you that way because I wanted to hurt you that way, but I am home now and I am your wife always. I love you.” Dan did not respond. Laura assessed the drink her husband held in left hand. She wanted alcohol’s boost. “Is that a vodka tonic? Would you make one for me, I could use one?” Dan returned with another drink to find his wife nude holding her T shirt and panties out to him. “These are sweaty dirty, please bring me a clean pair of panties Baby; pick whatever you would like me to wear.” Laura wanted Dan to feel how cum soaked her panties were, and she was mildly curious what he would bring as replacement. Dan carried a white bikini with a lace heart appliqué in front, “Those are pretty; I will put them on.” “Please, let me.” With the virginal white nylon covering her mid section, Laura gave her husband a helping hand to rise from his knees. She was the regal queen. She held his hand as they sat side-by-side quietly drinking their vodka tonics. Laura knew her breasts showed Greg’s hard use the last two days. She flicked a nipple to cause a peak. “Kiss it and then come with me. You need me.” Dan trailed holding Laura’s hand. She commands and I accept. She leads and I follow. She knows I need her. She knows more than I know. In bed Dan worshiped using his tongue and hands. Finally he removed the panties he placed so lovingly and entered his wife’s hot pool. Proof, even more proof than the soaked panties, Greg has fucked my wife’s cunt all weekend. He has used her body almanbahis şikayet completely for their pleasure. Laura chose to be with Greg Friday and now she is giving me their leavings. “Ahhhhh, yesssss, fuuuucckkk. I need you, I need you.” Laura laid on her back and let her Baby fuck her. She did know he needed her even before he cried out his orgasm. When Dan screamed she wrapped him in her arms and kissed the top of his head. Her marriage barge was sailing smoothly again until the next flood rocked her boat. She let Dan have all that he needed. Life returned to normal. > > > > – – The calendar seems to schedule so much in late fall and early winter. It is a conspiracy to take adult time and transfer it to children. Old Jacob’s wife remembered Laura from the country club affair. Being significant other to a junior partner required commitments greater than dalliance; she needed to make certain Laura understood her responsibilities even if she was married to another. “Hello dear, it has been so long and we haven’t spoken. How have you been?” Laura understood her health and well being meant absolutely nothing. By conversation end she was a subcommittee of one helping Old Jacob’s wife organize a Halloween after school party for the firm’s children. Rather than give in to annoyance, Laura threw herself to the task with enthusiasm; she had fun and made sure the old broad knew she was having fun. Dan noticed her more colorful dress the day of the party; he had to ask. When Laura came home she was almost giddy bubbly, and not from sexual excitement with her lover. “Baby, it was almost like being a mother for an afternoon. I loved it, we all had fun.” “You and I both know that parenting is more than kids parties Baby.” “Don’t worry; no biological clock inside this woman. That is just not my style. It was fun though, I am glad she asked me to help.” “Good brownie points too, now if someone bitches about you and Greg, you have a friend near the top.” “You’re right about that; I took pictures, we can look at them on the computer after dinner.” > > > > – – While Laura was playing with kids at work, Dan had work not related to his normal business. The first acquisitions of his art for the office project were ready. He asked Artsy, the interior decorator, and his older woman friend to join him for the initial installation. Artsy brought a technician and all of the pieces while Dan met the decorator and his friend for lunch and escorted them to his office. He had asked his VP to stop by toward the end of the day to see his results. VP was impressed enough to plan a toast for almanbahis canlı casino Dan, and he showed up pushing a cart with a wine and cheese spread accompanied by the company president’s executive secretary and special assistant. Dan did introductions; others who worked near Dan’s office joined in the celebration; the art hanging became an impromptu happy hour. The executive staff seemed taken by the PR possibilities. The interior decorator was asked to meet with the company president soon. Artsy agreed to a rotating exhibit; an extension of the gallery where she worked. “Congratulations, you are showing off your senior executive potential. I hope you realize this is more than simply decorating your work space.” Dan turned to see the face of that feminine whisper. His blank look made clear Dan hadn’t considered that far ahead. “The four of us will have drinks when we are through here; I’ll explain.” His older friend seemed a mother hen guiding her chicks through life, even though the chicks were mature and successful individuals in their own right. Dan’s hurried phone call gave Laura time for more than just a quickie with Greg. The interior decorator was ecstatic about possible new business and agreed to drop Artsy at home following drinks and discussion. Dan took his older friend home where she talked more personally to him about skills and practices of executive management. Dan enjoyed once more sharing brandy and some intimacy on her love seat, but had no problems when she said no more tonight. > > > > – – The following Sunday Dan and Laura broke pattern to have brunch out. They still took time to be together and share extended conversation. “Greg is still after me to pose for pictures in the office. He says now that I have posed for Portrait, he wants next.” “Why are you holding back?” “It’s one thing to wear that red dress with my bells jingling as his date to the country club. Posing in sexy lingerie and nude in his office is a lot more. What if Old Jacobs saw those pictures?” “Old Jacobs would get hard and Mrs. Old Jacobs would love you even more.” “Knowing Greg he would take some with cum running down my leg and out of my mouth.” “Yes, and with your nipples hard as rocks and your cunt swollen and red. Hand me your cell phone.” “What! Why? Here?” “What’s your speed dial for Greg at home?” “Eight!” “Eight – significant?” “I think of it as us together. I didn’t want to push two buttons or I would use sixty-nine.” Husband and wife shared laughter and a kiss. Dan pressed the eight key. Greg, this is Dan not Laura. We are at brunch and got into discussion almanbahis casino about the posing you want her to do . . . No, I don’t object at all; I am on your side. . . . I’ll make sure she is ready next weekend. . . . That works for me, I will tell her, and I am sure it will be okay too. . . . Make an album for me; here is Laura. Laura reclaimed her cell phone. Hello darling, what have you and my husband signed me up for? . . . I’ll see, trust you? Which of you should I trust? . . . I do, I love both of you. . . . Bye bye, darling. Laura took her husband’s hand and squeezed, “Thank you Baby.” > > > > – – Dan carried a hanging bag as he escorted his wife to her lover’s door Friday evening. He had spent most of Thursday evening with Laura picking posing clothes. They knew Greg would make his own selections from Laura’s things that she kept with Greg. He passed off his bag and gave a light goodbye kiss. “Have fun and get some good pictures. Pick a sampling and make an album for me. I can hardly wait to see the outcome.” > > > > – – Three women, I trade one off to her lover and go meet three women for a date tonight. No Dan, you are not really a swinger of that magnitude and you know it. Dan stopped to pick up Artsy; she was the first of the three women. Artsy carried a small bag plus her purse. When they arrived at the older woman’s home, her friend was already there. Dinner and conversation was delightful, but Dan didn’t have to worry about a repeat of that disastrous prior Friday engagement. At eleven-thirty Mrs. Patron announced the arrangements for the night. “LeeAnne, I’ve put you in my friend’s suite, and Dan will be with me. I hope that is suitable. Let’s all get into our evening clothes and then finish with brandy in the den.” “I thought we might end the evening this way. I brought a special bed warming gift for the three of us if that is all right. Dan, you will have to make do with pajamas I am afraid.” “Artsy, I have slept in this house in pajamas as I know you know.” All left to their sleeping quarters to change into night clothes, and returned about fifteen minutes later. The women were dressed identically in thin but not quite sheer floor-length nightgowns in a Mondrian print style. The gowns were white chiffon with bold stripes in primary colors executed in shiny satin. Dan contrasted in his black silk pajamas. Dan poured brandy, and asked the women to pose for him. His complements were sincere; he told the older women how favorably they compared with Artsy even though she was more than thirty years younger. Their hostess played a CD softly and they talked as they drank. Dan whispered in the older woman’s ear. “Of course, I think she would be delighted.” Dan offered his hand to dance with his hostess’s friend and held her close through two songs.

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