Vivian Laaning Ch 39

During the afterglow while reminiscing the totally all consuming passionate sex, not to mention the intriguing conversation wherein Vivian revealed her propensity for unbridled profligate sex, Jed Baxter developed an impression that Vivian Laaning exuded a siren allure on him. Just like the mythological Greek sirens he knew he would be in danger should he pursue her. Thus for practical purposes this interlude with Vivian must be a one night stand. His life would surely come crashing down were he to allow himself to fall under her spell. To avert such calamity, he decided to bluntly spell out to her, the impossibility of there being anything there, there. So he said:

"You know Vivian, I think you're mature enough to understand that our wonderful get together sadly must end and go no further. We move in different circles and..."

Here Vivian interrupted:

"Don't give it a second thought Jed. I'm a big girl and not just literally. I know the score. As you say we move in different circles, so I know what must be must be.

"I'm flattered that you have been attracted to me, and the sex between us has been more wonderful than I could ever have imagined. You haven't taken any advantage of me, as I desired all the things that has happened to me. My only regret is that our encounter was so ephemeral, but I'll always treasure and cherish the memory of you for the rest of my life."

Jed was surprised and disconcerted by such a raw emotional but pragmatic discourse. On a most positive light, it underscored Vivian's virtues and her practicality. Her multi faceted personality was very unique, and it matched favorably with the virtues of his wife. This latter thought was very disturbing given the fact he esteemed Felicia very highly. Since there was no denying that Vivian was as sexual he could ever want, his affection for her placed him in jeopardy of overthrowing his comfortable lifestyle. This had never been a problem with the other women he had fucked. They were likewise more sexual than Felicia, but in all other respects they matched poorly against his wife's makeup as a woman.

In reality, Jed Baxter was quite content and very much pleased with his marriage. Aside from her frigidity, Felicia definitely was the kind of wife he had always wanted, and in fact needed. So the fact that he had fucked other women, did not detract from his happiness in his marriage. He was never tempted with any of these women to take his flings with them to the next level of establishing a serious exclusive relationship. But Vivian was definitely a different case never mind that he just became acquainted with her. His instincts told him that she was very much a women of substance, and he was fortunate enough to have encountered her never mind how briefly.

Jed came to the belief that if all things were equal, he would probably pursue Vivian to who knows what lengths of amorous explorations. Luckily for him, that is luckily in accordance with his prudent subconscious mind, all things were not equal. For one thing she was much too young for him. Now it is true various wealthy and much older men than he, had very much younger women as mistresses or for that matter as trophy wives. But as he saw it in most such cases the relationships were grotesquely unequal.

Jed viewed his marriage as a partnership of equals. Felicia was of his generation and of similar societal upbringing. She could hold her own in any highly cultural social setting. In particular, she did him proud on the one occasion they, along with others dined with the Queen of England at a gala event at Buckingham Palace. Felicia's good manners and grace were so absolutely exemplary, that the Queen was moved to deliver a genuine complement to her. Accordingly, if he were ever to entertain a notion of leaving Felicia for another woman, such woman would have to possess besides the sine qua non condition of being sexual, a character that would not be out of place in the circles of society wherein he mingled.

Thus in his mind, although conceding that Vivian measured up to the other great qualities possessed by Felicia, she would never be considered his equal by his relatives, friends, acquaintances and for that matter the general public. Even in America where meritocracy reigns, and those who rise from humble origins to achieve great accomplishments are celebrated, there is still disdain exhibited by the elites towards those they consider gauche. He knew if Vivian were to become his mistress she would always be viewed as his "side piece" by those around him. Jed wouldn't be able to abide such snobbery and believed Vivian deserved more out of life.

With these thoughts, Jed still wanted to do something for Vivian by way of a thank you for a wonderful romantic sexual romp. He wanted to convey to her that she wasn't just a piece of ass, he had enjoyed only to be discarded; even though in all likelihood they would never see each other again. Since he became privy to the circumstances of Vivian's Messalina weekend, he realized that the TLR was a perfect fit for the salacious Vivian Laaning, and ergo a most perfect parting gift he could bestow. He advised Vivian of his intention in this fashion:

"You certainly are a very down to earth woman, Vivian. Your fine qualities are truly admirable. It has been my upmost pleasure to having met you and shared some very intense intimate time with you. Like you, I can assure you that I'll always remember you and cherish our time together.

"To show you my appreciation of having known you, I've decided to treat you, with a present I'm sure you'll enjoy. Since you and my cousin Angela have become thick as thieves in your friendship, I have a feeling she has made you are aware of the true nature of my wedding gift."

Vivian affirmed: "Oh yes!" as Jed continued:

"So I'm going to give you a similar gift, which would be membership to the Texas Love Ranch and passes to scheduled orgies. Now since Angela and for that matter her husband have the wherewithal to afford TLR fees and dues on their own, my gift to them is limited to five years. Thereafter should they wish to remain as members it will be on their own dime. I'm pretty sure they'll continue.

"As for you, I understand you're still a student, with one year left for your BA and three more years of law school ahead of you. So you are not as self sufficient as they. And even after law school, it might take you a few years to establish a solid substantial income. So instead, I shall provide for lifetime membership plus twenty passes to orgies. I'm certain you'll be able to afford orgy passes thereafter, but you won't have to worry about the pricey membership dues.

"I'm certain from hearing your stories of your past adventures that you just might be delighted with this present. Since I'm a member perhaps we shall meet again."

Vivian's eyes literally lit up upon hearing Jed's offer. Everything she had heard about the TLR from Angela intrigued her. So she replied in her patent husky voice:

"Oh yes Jed, I'm absolutely certain I'll like your gift and will happily partake of the orgies as often as I'm able. And of course perhaps seeing you again sure is yummy!"

"Splendid! Now if you give me your permanent address before you leave, I shall forward pertinent information of the TLR to you after I've settled matters with Kristina Vargas, the owner and manager of the TLR, regarding your membership."

"Oh, I have a calling card with my cell phone number, which I distribute to gentlemen I deem as interesting, whom I might wish to know more about them. It saves me time to try and find a pen or pencil never mind even a scrap piece of paper when exchanging telephone numbers. So I'll write down my address on the back of the card."

Thereupon, Vivian got off the bed to rummage through her purse to obtain one of her cards along with a pen. She wrote on the back of the card her Laaning farm address. Even should she be in Madison at the time when the package arrives, Erica would be able to safeguard the valuable information.

When Jed received Vivian's card he had to smile upon gazing at the front of the card. Vivian's name was embossed on top followed with a red heart underneath and at the bottom was printed: "For a good time call:" and Vivian's number. He thought that if there had been any doubt as to the appropriateness of his sexy gift to Vivian, it was surely dispelled by her outrageously audacious card practically suggesting 'call me to fuck me'.

As the two of them were thoroughly satiated from their sexual activities, they snuggled together to drift off to sleep. During their slumber, Jed was vaguely aware of spooning on to Vivian's backside and hearing her snoring lustfully. Rather than being displeased, he found it for some reason more endearing. It made him wish that their paths would cross again in the future since he felt his time with Vivian had been purely magical and mystical.

In the morning, they engaged in a perfunctory 'quickie'; standard missionary position. This coitus did not embroil them in the passion and exhilaration of their previous sex acts, but each of them did reach a climax. For Vivian this morning fuck was akin to having a cup of coffee to start the day.

Vivian then took a shower alone so as not to be tempted to linger longer with Jed, as she did not want to keep the newly wedded couple waiting. She packed her suitcase and dressed according to Angela's instructions. For some curious reason, which did not concern Vivian one whit, Angela demanded that Vivian merely dress in a sweater, skirt, plus some comfortable footwear, but nothing else! Since Angela was bearing the expense, parodying a famous poem, all Vivian could think was: "Hers was not to reason why; hers was to do and submit."

However, given Angela's specific dress requirements for their travel, or some lack thereof, Vivian had to believe that there was a hidden sexual motive. Therefore to enhance the pleasures of whatever Angela had in mind, Vivian decided she could spice up her end; literally as well as figuratively. She inserted a pair of Ben Wa balls into her vagina as well as a fully lubricated butt plug into her anus. If nothing else, Vivian figured that the stimulation from these sex toys should go a long way to relieve the tedium of a relatively long motor vehicle junket.

As Vivian had dressed quickly and surreptitiously, Jed did not pay attention to Vivian's bizarre and sparse attire. They kissed and parted as Jed got on the airport shuttle to catch his plane back to Chicago. Vivian stopped at the Hotel's coffee shop to grab a takeout large coffee and a danish to partake while waiting at the lobby for the newly married couple. Vivian had to be on her guard to make sure she didn't splay her thighs while sitting on a lobby sofa.

In due time, Angela appeared at the lobby to fetch Vivian. She was beaming in smiles reminiscent of the 'Gone with The Wind' scene where Scarlett O'Hara (Vivien Leigh) was all smiles descending the staircase of the plantation having spent a presumably torrid night with Rhett Butler (Clark Gable). Of course Vivian was all smiles herself having spent the evening with a man who was equally comparable to the charisma and sex appeal of the legendary film actor. She greeted Vivian, thus:

"I see that you too had a blissful night. I had always imagined that Jed was a super stud in addition to his wealth, but then again I know it doesn't take much to excite you in that department."

"Oh yes! Jed was certainly a dreamy stud. I'm more used to less spectacular sex."

"Less spectacular sex you say? Having fucked twenty-five guys in twenty-hours was not spectacular enough. Jed was that good a lover? And sex with me was too tame as well?"

"Well there have been exceptions; there always are when one makes a generalization. And before you get your nose out of joint, I can declare without contradiction that sex with you has been an exception to the more numerous mundane quality of sex I've experienced. But then even mundane sex is fun; nothing to be sneered at."

"Well we'll have to compare notes about our last nights when we start our journey." Then noticing Vivian was drinking coffee, Angela continued, "Hey Vivian can I have part of your coffee, I haven't had any since I woke up. I was distracted."

"Sure"

Angela took a generous sip, but quickly choked on it and spit some of it out. She exclaimed:

"Oh my God! That's horrible. This coffee tastes worse than dish wash water!"

"Oh! Are you in the habit of drinking dish wash water to be able to authoritatively assert such a comparison!"

"Don't get cute with me, Vivian!"

"As I've told you before that I'm a connoisseur of clichés. I've always wondered how this one came into being. I've imagined that it had to be a man who hated the taste of coffee his wife constantly prepared for him.

"One day he washed his mug, but being a man he did not rinse it or dry it thoroughly. Being an old man and forgetful, he took a sip of his mug not realizing that he hadn't filled it with coffee. After spitting out some of the liquid and cursing somewhat fiercely he decided to be witty and said something like: 'The only saying grace in swallowing some of this dish water is that the taste was better than your coffee!' His wife to whom the remark was directed probably sighed and wondered how she was able to endure being married to this lout."

Angela replied:

"You're weird! You know that don't you?"

"So my sister constantly informs me. But I really think that I'm simply a well adjusted young female."

Angela laughed as she recalled this remark from a few months previously between them only in reverse.

Vivian saw that Angela was similarly attired; and upon further inquiry Vivian learned that Angela had also inserted Ben Wa balls into her vagina and a butt plug in her rectum. Vivian understood that the upcoming honeymoon car trip was not going to be dreary. When they got to Ralph's Lincoln SUV, Vivian spotted a very satisfactory look and demeanor to him. Clearly he had no complaints about his wedding night.

As Vivian was about to board Ralph's vehicle onto the back seat on the driver's side, she noticed some odd things. Namely, all of the newlyweds' luggage containing several suitcases were secured on a roof rack on top of the Lincoln. 'Surely', thought Vivian, 'the cargo space of the SUV was sufficient enough to accommodate that luggage plus her own two suitcases'. This was especially so considering her companion back seat plus the third row of seats were folded down to provide maximum space. However, with her two suitcases and a couple of bags there was an air mattress covered by a bed sheet. 'Oh now I get it!', thought Vivian. She then comprehended that it was not going to be a boring motor trip at all, no matter how long they would be on the road.

As they got onto Interstate 91 heading north towards Springfield MA, Vivian and Angela exchanged pleasantries recounting each of their night of spectacular love making. As Angela analyzed:

"It's not like there was a particular uniqueness to our techniques in our love making. But the fact that I'm passionately deeply in love with Ralph makes all the difference in the world. When we're having sex, I feel like I'm giving myself totally to Ralph; unguarded warts and all. That he accepts me as I am makes me feel like the most cherished woman in the world. That impression is a precious aphrodisiac to make me feel like I'm the sexiest woman alive. And last night cemented our love for each other."

Vivian was happy to hear that Angela's blatant jealousy of Jennifer Turner was missing in her recounting of her satisfaction with the sex of her wedding night. As to her own rapture of having sex with Jed, she opined:

"I'm truly happy for you Angela. Although I've had lots of enjoyable and exciting sex, I've never been absolutely in love with any of my partners. The closest experience I've had of true love was my time with Erin Falconbridge. I'm grateful for her love for me, and I absolutely admired her. Although I enjoy girl on girl sex, I know I'm not wired to pursue a lesbian lifestyle.

"I actually believe that in my heart of hearts, I aspire to eventually achieve the orthodox middle class ambition of a splendid house in the suburbs with a white picket fence. Although, I'm sure a solid wooden wall will do just as well. Yes I wouldn't mind raising a passel of kids. Being constantly pregnant and barefoot holds no horrors for me, although again I wonder why must I be barefoot. Mind you if being barefoot is merely a figure of speech to imply to be ready for sex at a moment's notice; well I'm down for that."

Angela laughed and objected:

"Well that's all well and good, but how does that square with your desire to move to Chicago and become a hot shot lawyer?"

Vivian replied somewhat seriously:

"Perhaps I am schizophrenic in my life ambitions, but I do know one thing. I really do want to finish law school and become a lawyer. In that case I'll be able to hold my own as an equal to the likes of Jed Baxter and his equivalents.

"When I consented to having sex with him, I was expecting that he would be a dud of a lover. I know that it is unfair to generalize, but I was under the impression that a man as successful as he is in business would be totally consumed in his work. I believed that with such mind set he could not possibly be a lover for whom a woman would be willing to give her heart and soul."

At this point, Angela interjected:

"I think I know what you're driving at Vivian. English language fictional literature is rife with novels and stories of a heroine who has to make a choice between settling for security with a rich man she doesn't love, or to a poverty stricken man who floats her boat. It begs the question why can't the heroine fall in love with the rich guy? The answer of course is the implication that a rich man has acquired his wealth by unseemly means, and therefore could not be an estimable man."

Vivian replied:

"I think you may have something there Angela. In any case, the way Jed treated me in our intimacy, convinced me that he had a special regard for me, which notion naturally pleased me to no end. However, before I could get used to the idea that visions of mistletoe and reindeer were in store for me, Jed quickly brought me back to reality. Although he was very gentle and diplomatic in proclaiming that our tryst was merely a one night stand, there was no mistaking that in his view, fucking me could not possibly lead to something more substantial. After all I was merely a farmer's daughter and he was one of the richest men in the world. Not to mention that there is a generational gap in our ages.

"So I quickly interrupted his speech of regret to advise him that I understood the actualities of our situation. My motive was to ensure that he maintain a high opinion of me and not to give in to histrionics. There is no good to depart in bitterness. However, in my mind I was thinking that I'm good enough to attract a man like Jed Baxter. Of course I could not have Jed since I can appreciate that his wife has him in her web. Being a man he might not be aware of his wife's hold on him, but it is clear to me as plain as day. Still despite that I can't practically have him, I feel I'm good enough to attract a man of his caliber, and I surely will not settle for less.

"However once I do find such a man whom, I would be honored to marry, I would be happy to convert to the status to be exclusively a stay at home wife. And despite my current promiscuity, I know that I can be a one man woman. By the way I don't mean by these sentiments that I condemn your viewpoints as to the way you and Ralph are prepared to forge ahead in your marriage."

Angela assured Vivian:

"Listen sweet Vivian, you know I love you, and aside from Ralph you are the most precious human being in my life, even ahead of my sisters and mother. It goes without saying that as soon as I start popping children from my womb your importance in my life will naturally lessen, but I truly believe we'll always be intimate friends. Therefore I'm unable to be offended by any of your opinions. I might not agree with you at times, but that only means we're not clones of each other."