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. Chapter 4.2 ended with an evening dinner date with Laura, Dan and Artsy.
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Four -- Year of Turmoil -- 4.3 Business Lady and Bitch -- men and Women
Only a simple action required, open front door with your key and a twist on the knob; Laura's persona changed from wife of Dan to mistress of her other home, her home with Greg. Less than two hours before, she woke up beside her husband, made coffee in the kitchen, showered in their bathroom, and pulled a simple shift over her head for dress. She kissed Dan as she handed over his first morning cup of coffee, and watched him take his first few sips.
Turning to her dresser, Laura removed her rings and put them in their special box. "I am leaving these here today for you; I will put them on tomorrow before I see you and Artsy. I hope it helps." With a last kiss and a borrowed taste of Dan's coffee, Laura walked toward their bedroom door. Dan took in the symbols of Laura's goodbye; she was going to her other husband nude save light dress and slip on shoes. "Laura, you should wear his anklet; wear something of his."
"Do you want to put it on my foot?"
Laura hung her jacket and found Greg at the kitchen table in his bathrobe. "If you pour a cup for me I'll take these clothes off and join you."
"Can't resist that offer." Their coffee was well cooled by the time Laura extracted her body from inside Greg's bathrobe to drink her first cup of the day. "How much time?"
"I sleep here tonight; I will have a late brunch with Dan and Artsy tomorrow. I think I like having two husbands?"
"This husband is going to warm up our coffee."
"Am I enough for you to eat for breakfast?"
They moved to the den holding hands. Greg's fingers first realized Laura wasn't wearing her wedding rings; they stroked and massaged lightly where the rings normally lay. Laura was immediately aware of the significance Greg's finger action held.
Oh shit, I hope he doesn't get the wrong impression; he will, he already has.
He put their cups on an end table and hugged her tight.
Standing at the sofa, kiss with building passion, hands touch each other everywhere, Laura felt her ruby ring change from right to left; she pumped hard against the thick shaft trapped by her mound as the ruby replaced her diamond. "I want to fuck you in every way; I want you to fuck me until we are exhausted. When you have me gasping for breath and ready to say no more, I want you to make love to me so sweetly that I just babble like a schoolgirl; Laura loves Greg, Laura loves Greg."
The hard fucking part of the day began immediately in the den, moved eventually to the bedroom, and lasted until their bodies cried out for food as sun gave way to moon. They never dressed. Greg finally called for delivery from a Vietnamese restaurant and accepted delivery wearing his robe as Laura waited nude in the kitchen. She brought champagne and glasses just as the delivery boy was leaving, and blew a kiss to a face with eyes so wide they no longer had their slant.
"You love doing that, don't you?"
"There is a balcony in San Francisco; I go out there in the evening and think of you."
"It's a little cool for that at this time of the year."
"I get goose bumps; that makes me think of you even more."
"Take your clip the next time you go to San Francisco; wear it on your balcony. If anyone sees you and asks about it, tell them it was a gift from your lover to honor the best sex you have ever had." Laura's face glowed, "I will find someone to show it to; I'll call out if I must."
"I want you to . . . . Are you ready to have your ass . . ." They laughed at each other for having the same desire. "Yes, as soon as we finish the glass I want you to fuck my ass. Flip a coin, heads you get once, tails you get my tail a second time. I hope it comes up tails."
"Let's go to the bedroom." Within minutes, Laura was on the bed, ass up, and Greg was behind preparing her behind for taking. "Use a condom this time; I want to save you."
"Ahhhh . . . Yessss, just like that. Take me. I miss you when I am at BL; I miss you, I miss your big hard cock, I miss the way you fuck me so well." Greg reached around from behind and wrenched nipples in a hard twist as he drove the last few inches of cock deep inside Laura's ass. Laura screamed her sex song at a high pitch. Greg matched her chants with strong thrusts. He had already cum four times during the day; with a rubber as insulation and four loads behind he knew he could fuck almost forever. Neither could move, barely speak and breathe, a half hour later when number five finally splashed into the tip of latex.
"Did I say something about two for tails? I am exhausted, no more; I don't think I can take any more. I am fucked out and you did it." Greg simply licked along Laura's spine; he was too tired at the moment to even think of responding. He cupped her sex, licked her spine, and nestled his weary head against her back. They fell into a sleep of sexed satisfaction; Laura revived first and removed the used condom, tied it off and put it aside, before heading to the bathroom to cleanse herself.
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Artsy was almost finished dressing Dan for the opening that evening and decided they had time to stop for a drink and a snack. "I hope you have a good leather jacket that will go with what you are wearing, otherwise you will get cold tonight."
"My stylist should have thought of that earlier in the day."
"Artists have to learn to suffer for their art."
"You're the artist, not me."
"I have you to suffer for me; why do think I keep you around?"
"Love?"
"Let's go to Gilly's"
"I'm going to introduce you to a new artist tonight; new to you, she is quite established."
"Okay, a lady?"
"Most wouldn't use that label, feminist might be more appropriate."
"Okay, is she a dedicated lesbian feminist who hates all things male?" Artsy drank from her beer mug and ate a bite of her burger while considering Dan's question.
"Yes to the first part of your question, she is a dedicated lesbian. She has never shown even a hint of bisexuality around me. As to the second part, about men, let's say she is skeptical, but open minded."
"Why do you want me to meet her in particular?"
"She does some
avant garde
work that is controversial, but might be suitable for your office collection.
"Are you sure about the office collection? It can't be too out there."
"Trust me."
"I'm also thinking about her doing our portrait, either for your gallery or for me to have."
"You said yesterday that Portrait should do ours."
"She is just a thought, a possibility. I want to see how the two of you mix tonight." Both abandoned conversation for their food, drink and private thoughts. "Mrs. Patron and her friend will be at the opening tonight; they will be all over you. You look hot tonight, and you look like what you are, a successful collector."
"You don't look to shabby yourself. Basic black is almost a new fashion statement when you wear it. That dress hugs your figure perfectly, and even though I know the invitation isn't for me, your cleavage does look inviting."
Dan received a kiss that started on his right cheek and migrated to lips before Artsy pulled away. "Don't ever try to guess who a woman is dressing for; you should know that by now." They finished their meal and left for the opening at the gallery.
Dan tried to approach this show as any other casual viewer might. He filled his first glass of wine and made a quick tour of the walls and other exhibits. Mingling time was dominated by two artists and another gallery owner who were touting work they had an interest in.
In some ways, this is just like going to the country club and not being able to get in a round of golf
. Artsy approached with a woman in hand, a thin, almost delicate, woman wearing ripped jeans. "Dan this is LF, the artist I wanted you to meet. Get her a glass of wine and then let her take you around to review the new things we are showing tonight. Listen to her carefully, then you can talk about whatever. I have to get back to work."
Dan wondered about Artsy's direct introduction that was a bit apart from normal style, greeted the woman formally, and followed Artsy's instructions to the letter. For more than thirty minutes, Dan followed the woman around the gallery. They stopped at every work, and Dan listened as she discussed each. Dan realized he was in a graduate seminar for one, Art History 513, Interpreting Details of Artistic Expression.
"Have I overwhelmed or bored you?"
"Not at all; I would like to go around once more, but without the crowd, and be able to ask questions." The woman stared at Dan; her stare was discomforting without words, but Dan simply returned it without fidgeting.
"Get more wine, Artsy wants us to talk." They adjourned to a quiet corner in the work spaces of the gallery for what turned out to be a grilling conversation.
