Always Faithful Ch. 04.5

"You are in no position to object to cruelty where our marriage and your affair are concerned. I am sure even you can recognize that point." Artsy sipped from her wine glass to avoid laughing. "Is there anything else you would rather I not take with me when I go to my other husband, as you like to call him?" Dan glared; then he sighed.

"No, nothing else of you that I want, nothing of yours, I should have said. I put the box with your wedding dress. You can take them. Take the whole box. You may as well take the dress too; you might want to wear it the next time you make wedding vows. Those vows held up for almost twelve years I seem to recall. Maybe things get better with practice."

"Damn, damn, damn you Baby, you can be a mean little shit sometimes. I'll leave, and come back for the clothes I want some other time."

"Just take whatever you want now. Take anything you want. Whatever you leave, I'll call Salvation Army and see if they want what's left."

"Dan, Baby, please can we be reasonable, at least civil?"

Artsy reached for Dan's hand. She squeezed in hopes he might back off just a little. She understood his anger completely; she felt his anger was justified. "Laura, I think you and I need to have lunch soon so we can talk through some things. Can I call you tomorrow at work to set something up?"

"Please do Artsy, that might be best. I think I should just go now."

Laura hugged her husband, but Dan remained stiff as sculptor's marble. "Baby, can I call you during the week so we can try this again some night after work?"

Dan was close to exploding when he felt Artsy squeeze his hand. The squeeze relaxed him just a small fraction. "Go get the box, take the box and your dress please. Call me sometime and we can work anything else out. I won't throw anything away; I am not really like that. You know me better, or you did." Laura walked back into the house.

At a traffic light while driving home, Laura looked to her right at the jewelry box on the passenger seat. She opened the lid and inventoried the contents, two ear rings, a diamond necklace, and two rings that belonged on her left hand. Over her shoulder she saw the dress she wore only that one special day when she married Dan so long ago. Tears dampened her eyes, but a horn blast shook her back to driving awareness. I can't remember Dan ever being this unreasonable. He was actually trying to be mean and hurtful to me because of Greg. I can't believe him making me take my wedding dress. I think he just doesn't care. Damn him; damn it all. I will wear my dress just for Greg. We may not have a church service, but we can damn sure fuck in bed like a honeymoon night.

Artsy called Tuesday for their lunch date. Laura picked her up at the gallery and drove to the restaurant she and Greg used on Friday. Her alcove was available; Laura explained the significance and told about bringing Dan here for dinner that one time. Laura had some hope of using Artsy as an intermediary with Dan.

Artsy had another agenda. "Today is a continuation of discussions we have had before. I told Dan when we first met that as long as he was married, we had no future except as friends. I told Dan Friday night that I considered him a divorced man as of now. I am telling you the same thing. I will use the exact same words I used with him Friday. I told Dan, Laura may not have asked for a divorce yet, but as for me, you are a divorced man, you have no wife, you are available and fair game. Unless and until Laura moves back here with you and cools it with Greg, you are mine."

Laura stared at Dan's friend; she was Laura's one time sex partner, but she was Dan's friend first on the priority list. She pondered her response before extending her hand across the table. "I haven't divorced Dan, and right now I have no intention of ever divorcing him. I want you to have him until I come back. If he won't have me back, I want you to have him permanently. Is that fair enough?"

Artsy looked at the offered hand and then shook it. "Whatever happens, whatever outcome the future holds, you and Dan do not need to fight like children over it. I would tear your eyes out; our friend LF would tear your eyes out if you were a steady couple and tried this with her. Dan doesn't deserve what you have done to him."

"I know he doesn't deserve it, but he has it because he has me, and we love each other. Artsy, believe me when I tell you this, my unending love for Dan has not changed, not diminished one small ounce. I love him as I will never love another man, not even Greg."

"Girl, you've got a funny way of showing it. How are you and LF getting along? Is she fucking you and you her?" Laura looked down at her food to avoid Artsy's eyes. Softly she murmured, "Yes, we will until I am through posing."

"I told Dan this too, about you I mean; you are an amazing sexual animal. You and LF truly deserve one another. She is an animal about sex too. She rarely does men, but I just might let her have a go at Dan, but not until LF and you are through."

"Do you and she . . .?"

"Not often, but we do sometimes. She is always on top between us. When I saw you bite her armpit that night, I had an orgasm watching. You are an animal too; I know she loved how you took her. She told me."

"I would love to stay and talk all afternoon, but I must get back to work." The women began their goodbyes, but Laura had one last thought to share. "I enjoyed making love with you; I enjoyed fucking you. I would like to do both sometime in the future, but I doubt we ever will. If you are going to take my place with Dan, please be faithful to him and don't fuck around with anyone else."

As she expected, Laura settled into her new role, new form of relationship, with Greg. She found simple delight in preparing a special meal after a full day in the office. The same was true with more mundane tasks like hanging his suit in his closet at the end of the day. Every once in a while, Laura mused to herself that she enjoyed these tasks the first year with Dan, but the pleasure faded. I like having a new man to do for. As far as Laura was concerned, her greatest joy was still waking in the morning with Greg after a night of sex. Waking with no need to rush through shower and dressing to go home to Dan was bliss.

"Darling, are we going to that country club soirée again this year, the red dress and tux event?"

"I go every year; it is my one, good for business, must do outing."

"Good, I had fun last year, and I like going out with you. This year will seem so right."

"Why do you ask?"

"Silly, I need to get a dress to wear; I am in the fashion business as well as the legal, haven't you heard?"

"That red from last year was spectacular, guys still ask me about it; can't you wear it again?"

"Greg, really, that just isn't done. You should know that much."

Laura knew asking Greg to help her shop for the required dress would never work. He would go, of course, and be sweet about it. He would be no help at all shopping; Dan would be a better choice. Laura also knew asking Dan to help her select the perfect dress was not an option this year. Laura finally found what she was looking for; it was another spectacular red number, well, red and black. A sheer, floor length, red chiffon over dress covered a black body stocking. There was no doubt she would attract as much attention as last year, though more modestly covered, after a fashion. She had no need to shop for underwear in choosing this dress; anything she tried to wear underneath would show through.

Their limousine driver opened the door at the portico entrance; Greg offered his hand to assist Laura's grand arrival. The driver handed Greg a simple pager as he exited the limo to stand by his lady. Three couples stood outside waiting to enter the country club; Laura knew in an instant her dress was a hit. Three women looked at the overall effect of the dress and body suit with approval. Three men looked through the chiffon layer in the evening sun and saw a spectacular body in black spandex. Laura was glad she decided to let the dress make her fashion statement and go minimal on jewelry.

The clit bells would be fun, and tonight an anniversary of their first exposure, but they didn't work at all with the tight body suit. Laura contemplated her diamonds, but remembered how Dan reacted to her even having them with Greg. She decided no necklace and simple ear studs would work best tonight. On her left leg she wore the anklet Greg had given, and on the third finger of her left hand his ruby ring gift. The only other adornment Laura wore were swollen lips between her legs. She made Greg puff them out fully twice a day for the last three days. Her labia were red, bruised and hugely swollen. Tonight, anyone getting close and looking between her legs could not help but notice, even though she was fully covered.

Mingle time gave Laura the perfect opportunity to show off her outfit. A few people, mostly from the law firm, knew of her second job; she steered every compliment her dress received in the direction of Business Lady even though she wore no BL garment tonight. Laura saw the young lawyer woman she and Greg shared a table with last year and greeted her as an old friend. The women hugged, kissed and shared compliments on dress; her friend introduced this year's date, a swarthy Arab lawyer.

Lawyer Friend asked about the bells, was she wearing tonight? "This outfit is just too tight; I couldn't wear them." Laura's statement was simple and factual; her gesture bordered on obscene. As she spoke, she thrust her hips forward, spread her legs, and put her hands on inner thighs to spread the sheer chiffon. Her action emphasized the spandex body suit, and drew attention to very swollen labia. Lawyer Friend giggled her acknowledgement of the situation; Swarthy Arab's eyes popped out. His look went far beyond a simple stare. Laura had rendered him speechless.

Greg moved even closer to her side; he wrapped his left arm around Laura's waist. His gesture was both protective and possessive. In making his body language statement with his mate, Greg drew the chiffon tight across her bottom enhancing the view to those across the room. The dress made the perfect fashion statement Laura intended when she bought it just for tonight. They moved on after a promise to share a dance when the band began to play.

Greg steered them toward Old Jacobs, and they greeted the senior couple with handshakes and cheek kisses. The men drifted into a discussion of business prospects with social overtones. The women reversed that order of discussion. Mrs. Old Jacobs held Laura's left hand with a finger over the ruby ring and asked, "Your dress this year is as distinctive as last year. Did your husband help pick this one as well?"

Laura instantly recognized her question as far more complex than apparent, and of a completely different subject. "No, I asked Greg if he wanted to help me shop for this year's gown, but he deferred to my judgment. You know how most men are about shopping." Laura's answer was as oblique as Mrs. Old Jacobs' question. She did not deny Dan, but she did elevate Greg and their new status.

"I notice you have simplified your jewelry this year too?"

"Yes I have; last year was a first time for me, and I think I overplayed with my jewelry. I decided to tone things down, just wear ear studs and this ruby Greg gave me as a Christmas gift."

"You always seem to have such good taste about fashion; I agree with your choices tonight."

"Thank you so much; if I can distract my date, we should circulate, don't you think?" Laura received a kiss on the cheek from the older woman as she looped her arm through Greg's arm.

Laura was in her element being wife to a prominent man among his business peers. Greg used every opportunity to introduce her to colleagues as wife, without ever using the exact words. Laura and Greg mingled, ate diner, and danced as a committed couple. Laura felt no need to act as show-off, erotic woman, out with her stud partner tonight. She behaved precisely as expected of a senior executive assistant, a trusted advisor to the CEO of a major fashion corporation, and spouse of a partner in an important law firm.

In the backseat of the limousine riding home they talked of impressions formed tonight. "Mrs. Old Jacobs was curious about us tonight."

"What did she say?"

"She was indirect, of course, but she asked about Dan, and then about you and me."

"What do you mean by indirect?"

"She asked if my husband helped pick out my dress. I told her you offered, but I wanted to shop by myself."

Greg kissed Laura, and squeezed her swollen lips. "Hmmmm, nice; I think what the old broad was saying was she approves of us together. She is sharp, has good judgment, and Old Jacobs listens to his wife."

In their den, Laura decided she wanted to dance for her man. "I've been good all night; I want to be bad now. Fix me a drink, Darling." Laura took off her over dress and her shoes. She was selecting music for her dance when Greg returned. "I'll dance for you the way that arab wanted me to dance for him. Did you see him looking?"

"Oh yes, I saw him look long and hard and you made sure he noticed everything." Laura danced; she writhed, wriggled, and directed attention to every interesting part of her body. "Show me some skin, Baby."

Laura danced one song with her top rolled to her waist. She danced her breasts into Greg's hands and then pulled away letting him stretch her tits completely. Greg reeled her in and pushed her suit off her hips. The next song found Laura dancing on Greg's hand buried well inside her. "I'm ready to fuck; do me now Baby, do me good right now." As modest as they were earlier at the country club, Laura and Greg let themselves go sexually at home.

They fucked hard and fast in the den following Laura's dance foreplay. They moved next to the bedroom for another round of aggressive sex. Greg tormented Laura's sex lips to increase their swelling before fucking his way through the barrier. After he filled Laura's treasure cup, Greg pinched and bit to seal his essence inside. After resting and cuddling, Laura led the way to one of her favorite places for sex, the kitchen. "Use this, oil me up good and you can have my ass. You deserve my ass because you treat me so well."

"Ahhh yes, fuck me Baby, fuck my ass. Ahhhh . . . ohhhh . . . ahhhh fuck . . . fuck . . . yes . . . fuck my slut ass hard."

"Fuck your ass forever Darling; your ass is mine tonight." Laura felt oily hands rubbing all over her back. At the same time, Greg's so fat cock drove deep powerful thrusts into her ass. Laura's hips braced against the countertop; she had her fuck platform and her lover was using her to full delight. Laura began to weary; her ass was burning from the onslaught. Greg finally delivered his third load of the night.

They rested next to one another with chests on the cool plastic counter. "BJ or sleep, lover?"

"I hate to admit this, but sleep now and BJ at sunrise."

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Artsy awakened that Sunday morning in what had become her favorite spot. She lifted her head from what had been Laura's pillow to check the clock, and then turned to kiss Dan's shoulder. Dan stirred from sleep; Artsy got a lip kiss in return for her shoulder kiss. Dan clearly would not object if they resumed their Saturday night lovemaking to start Sunday. Artsy wanted something else. "Shower first lover, second is coffee; the third step is conversation. No morning sex for you today."

"You're good in bed Dan, but I am more than a sex object. You are too." Brunch conversation this Sunday turned to posing for LF. They talked for quite a while about how they wanted any artist in general to translate their friendship into an art piece. Would they be willing to let their emotions for one another show? Did they want the viewing public to know who they were when together? "In addition to posing nude with me, would you consider letting LF do you for your office?"

"No, that would be poor taste; me, nude on my office wall, absolutely not."

"What about me?"

"No, I think not. Not in the office."

"Good, I am glad you put it that way."

Artsy got the commitments she wanted from Dan; she would make an appointment with LF as soon as LF was through doing Laura. She also got Dan to agree to consider a personal portrait for his office, properly clothed of course. He agreed to consider an office portrait if Artsy would consider posing with him.

Dan had only one reservation about working with LF, the skirt joke. "After getting used to her, she can be likeable, even fun. She isn't really the opinionated bitch she projects."

"She can be Dan. That side of her can be very real, and it is part of her strength and talent."

"Okay, but in the backseat with you driving, she can be just like any other girl, and fun to be with."

Artsy laughed loudly, "Dan you are still a teenager. All you boys think any girl who will get in the backseat with you is okay."

"Do you think she will really try to get me to wear a skirt?"

"Dan, I'll be the one who makes you wear a skirt the first time we get together for painting. I'll make sure all three of us wear skirts."

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Normal, ordinary two people together, life was one of the main perspectives Laura wanted to experience with Greg. She wanted her affair to be more than date nights, sex weekends, and in-office shenanigans under the boss's desk. Cooking a nice dinner after a day in the office relaxed her somehow. Laundry day didn't provide much of a thrill, but it is a life maintenance requirement. Greg liked to get his fresh air time walking in parks and rural trails; the mini hikes were his favorite Saturday relaxation. Laura loved the loose atmosphere when they had an outing. She called it her jump and skip time.

Time together wasn't always idyllic walks in the park. Laura and Greg also lived the tension of her job with BL and the week to ten day separations in family life. That Greg didn't, and would never, know about her neighbor in San Francisco added to Laura's tension. Upper Floor couldn't be avoided totally. Laura discovered he was a good conversationalist on subjects other than sexuality, but they saw little of each other. If she stayed the weekend, she often went out with Liaison and SO, or was invited to dinner by one of the senior BL executives. She and Greg talked by phone every evening she was gone, mostly when both were in bed. While Laura was Mrs. Greg, she only played one sex scene away from home, and that was only with Upper Floor, not his neighbors.

On a mid-summer Friday afternoon, Dan once more drew the attention of his bosses and coworkers for an art installation. He asked his VP to make sure the Pres could attend. Dan invited some friends from his art community, Mrs. Patron, Interior Decorator, Artsy, and two others. LF was present; her work was about to go on display. Artsy invited three members of the local art press to observe and report on Dan's entire project.

Dan decided to go formal presenting LF's two paintings because the company President finally attended, with his wife, and because the press presence would make good company PR. "Friends, let me say a few words and make some introductions before we unveil the latest additions to our company art collection." Dan acknowledged and introduced his guests briefly as necessary, but he spoke at greater length about LF and her art credentials. He thanked both VP, and especially the President of the company for their encouragement. Then he spoke about selecting the two paintings being added.

"LeeAnne has been guiding my introduction to the world of collecting and displaying art, both here at work and my personal collection at home. LeeAnne has had two very good collaborators in Mrs. Patron and Mr. Interior Decorator. All three have convinced me that good collections need to include art some people consider controversial. LeeAnne introduced me to the woman I call LF, and I want to thank LeeAnne for being persistent; my hard head sometimes needs pounding repeatedly before the door opens. I will let LF tell you about her work."