Author's Notes: First and foremost, Always Faithful is a work of fiction; no characters depict any known persons. To the best of the author's knowledge, there is no women's clothing manufacturer by the name of Business Lady. This is the first part, about five percent, of a much longer story. I intend to submit successive parts frequently. Since the story is of novella length, and contains minor elements of homosexual, exhibitionism and BDSM sexual activity, it is listed in the Novel - Novella category. I consider Always Faithful a romantic story of the Loving Wives type with three main characters, a husband and wife committed couple plus the wife's lover, her boss. Other characters are secondary, or incidental and used to carry the story.
Remaining posts, to total about 300 Literotica pages, will be posted as submitted and approved.
ONE – THE BOSS'S BIRTHDAY GIFT
"Don't bother to wait up for me, Baby, I know I'll be late tonight. I could be very late if everything goes well. I hope it goes well." Laura's announcement as we finished our breakfast coffee did not come as a surprise. We talked about her plans much of Sunday afternoon.
Laura's husband Dan wasn't at all surprised at his wife's announcement. "So, you've decided you are going to fuck Greg?"
"I haven't decided, and Greg doesn't know I might be willing to fuck, so he hasn't decided. Fucking is a two way proposition in case you haven't heard."
"I seem to remember something about 'Two to Tango."
"You can assume that I will fuck him while you are home alone." Laura paused, sipped her coffee a few moments and then continued, "Assume I will fuck him because I am pretty sure that is what I want. Assume Greg and I are fucking as you have dinner by yourself and watch television here and alone. You can think I am fucking Greg, dwell on Laura as the boss's sex object, drool over your thoughts. Think, dwell, and drool all night long until you go to bed, alone. You won't know because I don't know – yet!"
"Will I hear from you at all today?"
"No, not until I get home, whenever I get home."
"How about a kiss before you go off to do whatever." Laura smiled and kissed her husband, they shared a kiss of far more passion than a daily parting kiss. Dan carried Laura's dress bag to her car, Laura had a small makeup case in her hand. Laura also carried the small, gift wrapped birthday present for her boss. Dan wondered what all Laura might have in the makeup case; he knew what the gift box contained.
The couple shared a final kiss at Laura's car. "Just think Baby, the next time I kiss you there will be cum on my breath; that much is a promise." Dan groaned, he pinched his wife's butt and returned to finish his coffee.
Driving to work, Dan reflected on the weekend. It was without question the most unique weekend he and Laura ever shared. It began Friday afternoon before either left work. Laura called at 4:30 to say she would be about half an hour late. Greg was trying to finish some case notes. Laura promised no later than six or so and suggested eating out instead of cooking. No pretense of unusual behavior. Each had done the same a few times but neither was a workaholic.
At Bennigan's, midway through a casual evening meal, the weekend began its twists. Laura broke her quiet saying, "I wasn't really working late today; I was with Greg. His birthday is Monday." Dan wondered about the curious with Greg phrase, but his response was a bland okay. "I asked what he wanted for his birthday."
"And he wanted you to stay a half hour, or it took that long for his legal brain to decide?" Laura laughed and then responded yes.
"Yes?"
"I actually asked him what kind of flowers he wanted. Greg told me bosses give secretaries flowers, secretaries give their bosses panties. He meant it as a joke, but he meant my panties."
"Did you? Did my pretty, faithful wife give her boss her panties? Did it take half an hour to get them off?" Dan was making fun of the joke he was sure Laura was telling.
"No, it didn't take me half an hour; I didn't take my panties off - today." Their conversation lagged as Laura ate a few bites of her Cobb salad. To say Dan was astounded by Laura's continuation of the story would be understatement. "Greg was standing behind me when I called you, he was unbuttoning my blouse."
"What!"
"By the time I hung up, he had my blouse open, and my bra off."
"What the hell!"
"My tits were out and Greg was pulling and pinching my nipples; that's why I hung up so quickly."
"I'll be damned, I'll be double damned. My wife calls and says she will be late getting home so her boss can play with her titties. How long did you let him have you?"
"After hanging up he got my blouse and bra out of the way and took off my skirt. That is all I took off Dan, I kept my panties and hose on all the time."
"How long?"
"We stayed like that for about five minutes, me facing his desk, Greg behind me pinching my tits and grinding my backside."
"Five mi . . . ."
Laura put a finger to Dan's lip. "I leaned back against his chest and gave him my tits. I told him I would bite his neck when I wanted him to stop."
"You loved it, didn't you? You always love having your nips played with."
"Yes, you know I did. I do love being turned on like that. I timed him using the clock on his desk. I let him feel me up, pinch and twist for five minutes. I kept telling him harder." Laura stopped her tale long enough to kiss her husband. "Finally, I bit his neck and turned around."
"He sucked you, didn't he?"
"Oh yes, he sucked and he used his teeth really well."
"God damned, you are something. Did you give him another five minutes?"
"Yes! I gave him five more minutes to chew on my nipples, lick them, kiss them, to bite my nipples. I did Dan, I wanted him to use his mouth and he did."
"Did you tell him to bite harder, the way you tell me sometimes?"
