We had just returned home after spending a wonderful evening of dining & dancing with our friends Adam & Rose at the Gun Smoke.
Laura loves to dance and although I am a good dancer as the result of her help it is my little dove that shines at this endeavor and makes me look better than I actually am.
After a night of dancing Laura is shall we say... stimulated.....no make that romantically inclined because our lovemaking is quite special afterward and we often don't make it into the house.
I was a little tired that day having returned from fishing trip with Adam and was looking forward to some sleep.
I had just let Socrates in the back door and when I turned Laura put her arms around my neck and kissed my mouth.
There was no doubt of what she wanted or that Laura wanted it now which is always my pleasure.
She then got down on her knees and undid my belt and zipper while pulling my hard cock out to suck on.
Laura is always a lady in public or with my friends and is a definite asset in my business dealings.
Particularly in formal settings when I bring her along to mingle with some of the wealthy wives of business clients and/or friends.
Maria has taught her well. Not only to survive but to excel in these situations.
My little dove is always gracious and charming. Having her by my side has opened doors that until before remained closed to me.
Laura started licking and sucking while squeezing my ass while pulling my pants down to my ankles for me to step out of which were followed by my boxer shorts.
I leaned against the back door and removed the hairpins from her bun letting her long thick ponytail drop down her back to be stroked while she sucked on my rock hard cock.
No woman does it like Laura. I have taught her my preferences while she has mastered her own techniques to drive me wild.
Laura will tease the tip and the shaft of my cock with her little tongue while kissing and licking my balls, followed by licking and sucking simultaneously.
She will deep throat me until the first taste of clear cum arrives.
Then she will back off to licking lightly with her teasing little tongue to prolong my erection and pleasure.
Laura is not shy on giving directions when I eat her out. I tease her as well to prolong and enhance her pleasure followed by her sweet orgasm.
A man who is too lazy or unwilling to satisfy his woman is a poor man indeed and doesn't know what he is missing.
As she continued licking and sucking Laura's ponytail didn't stand a chance.
I removed the elastic band letting her hair spill loose and full like a chocolate waterfall.
It flowed over her shoulders and back and then I watched her hair sway and swoosh from side-to-side as she sucked licked and sucked.
I will take her long hair in my hands and use it to control the cadence as I push my cock in and out of her warm welcoming mouth.
My hand will be buried in her soft silky hair when my cock explodes like a volcano shooting my thick rich hot cum into her mouth.
Gobs and gobs of hot cum flowed into her mouth that she will swallow greedily knowing what would be coming next.
I came grunting and moaning while pulling on her hair as my orgasm washed over me to be consumed by her lips and tongue.
Laura will then stand for me to undress her but tonight will be different... I intend to spice things up a bit.
As she stood to be undressed, instead of unbuttoning her blouse I grabbed the front and pulled hard to rip of the buttons loose.
The initial shocked look on her face was precious.
But then she returned my smile as I removed her blouse, bra and blue jeans, no need for shoes which both of us took off in the mud room.
As for Laura's cotton panties....I ripped them down the seams making her smile as she stood naked and helpless before me.
As I was removing my shirt I said "You can go with me quietly or...."
I then picked her up and slung her over my right shoulder enjoying her long hair swaying and swooshing back and forth as it caressed by back and buttocks while I carried her upstairs to our bedroom.
Once in the bedroom I dropped Laura onto the bed and then rolled her onto her back.
I held her wrists above her head with my hands while straddling her with my revitalized cock which was poised to ravish her dripping pussy.
"Are you going to be a good girl and cooperate, my love?"
To which my little dove replied "Yes Sir".
Holding onto her wrist I entered her with my rock hard cock which slid easily into her tight dripping pussy.
I leaned forward seeking her luscious lips...how I enjoy kissing those luscious and sometimes pouting lips, anytime and anywhere.
Our lips met and then our tongues, desperately seeking as they caressed and intertwined.
I pounded her with my cock bringing her to the brink of orgasm.
Letting go of her wrists I rolled her over onto her stomach and entered her sweet little pussy from behind while continuing to impale Laura with my shaft.
I was holding back and trying to time my orgasm with hers.
I could sense her orgasm starting to crest and I grabbed her hair and pulled it back like a horse's reins as I rammed her even more violently.
Laura was bucking and moaning "fuck me harder.....pull my hair...fuck me harder... pull my hair...pull my hair" and she was practically screaming as her orgasm washed over her which was followed by mine as I pumped my seed into her and it left me absolutely drained.
I rolled off her, spent, and then Laura straddled me and held my wrists above my head with her little hands.
My little dove leaned forward and kissed me and her long hair was now caressing and tickling my neck and face.
She kissed me again and then lightly bit my bottom lip
"You can be such an animal, David, and you need to one more often."
Laura got up and went into the bathroom while I fixed the bed and whistled for Socrates.
Socrates came out of the hallway where he was patiently waiting to take his spot on the Persian rug in front of our floor mirror.
He turned in a circle a few times before lying down and closing his eyes, always letting out a big sigh, his nightly ritual.
Laura came out of the bathroom and sat on the bed while I took my turn there.
When I returned my little dove handed me her hairbrush and I brushed her beautiful long hair until it shone...our nightly ritual.
Laura then put her hair into a side ponytail and then loosely braided it sliding the elastic hair tie to the bottom.
We got into bed together as we do every night to cuddle. We often talk about the events of the day.
Tonight we kept our thoughts to ourselves while silently proclaiming our love as we drifted off to sleep.
My dreams were pleasant and vivid. I dreamed of how we met. Scenes of a dream within a dream drifted through my sleeping unconscious mind.
I was a spectator to my past while narrating to myself;
It was a wet evening in the spring and I was driving home after spending a pleasant day in town.
I purchased an antique mirror from an estate sale that afternoon and I was able to secure it for a very modest price.
The turn- out for the sale was poor because of a downpour of cold wind driven rain.
That evening the wind had let up and the rain had changed to a fine mist with patches of fog.
My purchase was an oval floor mirror that was a large heavy piece which weighed in at 225 lbs. or better.
The mirror was 8' high by 3' wide and was ornate with carvings of leaves, birds and flowers.
Due to the multiple layers of old paint, varnish and grime it was difficult to determine the species of bird or habit of plant.
The silver nitrate backing was a spider web of fine cracks distorting the reflective image on the dirty glass.
To the untrained eye the glass appeared to be damaged however the glass was intact and the silver nitrate will be stripped and reapplied.
My best estimate is that the mirror is at least 150 years old and it will take me weeks of careful stripping to expose the original wood.
Many unique treasures such as this are covered in layers paint, overlooked, abused, improperly cared for... ignored.
Antiques have a history and secrets to reveal and I have a passion for restoring as the maker intended.
I run a small business on my estate in one of my barns which was converted to a woodworking shop.
Well... not exactly an estate, I have a large two-story cobblestone farmhouse with a finished attic and basement.
My property includes 1400-acres of mostly mature hardwoods and the only way to enter my property is on two private roads that I own and maintain.
The roads are gated to prevent trespass and the county has no jurisdiction for their maintenance or the public any right of access.
This is ideal for my purposes for I can come and go as I please, unnoticed and unseen.
I rebuild, restore and refinish antique furniture and I will custom build or reproduce pieces as a favor for selected clients.
Ninety percent of my business is with very wealthy people whom value privacy and discretion and I provide both.
I do not keep regular hours and all business is conducted by appointment only.
My hair started turning gray in my early teens while now at 35 my hair is silver gray.
Fortunately it is thick and full and I tend to wear it on the long side.
Because I live alone in the middle of nowhere many people think I am some kind of eccentric recluse genius.
I do not discourage this misconception because it is very good for business.
It is also good for social reasons and as a result I have many powerful influential friends.
The county road that I normally take home was flooded over that evening forcing me to take to take a detour on the Ridge Road.
I have lived in this county all of my life and the Old Creek Road have never flooded over.
To make matters worse there were no barricades, flares or detour signs to warn approaching motorists.
I decided to stop off at the convenience store up ahead to top off my gas tank and then get a cup of hot fresh coffee.
As I pulled up to the self-service gasoline pumps I noticed a woman standing outside the entrance door smoking cigarettes.
In my opinion a woman who smokes is a complete turn-off and I offer no apologies.
This woman whom I assumed to be an employee quickly went inside the store as I got out of my cargo van.
After I topped off my gas tank I then walked towards the store to get my coffee and to pay for both purchases inside with my credit card. I was short of cash having spent all of it on the mirror.
I noticed that the woman whom was standing outside was watching me through the windows.
As I reached for the door handle I observed a hand lettered sign on bright pink poster board taped to the entrance door announcing "Under New Management".
The lettering on the sign was precise, straight and balanced.
Once I was inside the smoker walked up to me and introduced herself as the manager.
She then offered me her hand and I shook it as good manners dictate.
I could smell cigarette smoke on her person as well as just applied cheap perfume.
Her name tag said Candice Fox/Manager.
Candice is a middle-aged woman between 45 or 50 at about five- three and weighing approximately 250 lbs.
