Author Notes: Many readers have asked what happened when Laura met her lover Greg after six years. This is the sequel to my first published story here on Literotica. I have done my best to grow the characters six years but retain personalities. I have added a few personal names to the label names I used exclusively in Always Faithful including some last names as required. I have added a very few minor characters as required but no major characters.
Still Faithful, Always is about one third of the length of Always Faithful and will be published in four parts in rapid order. All parts are written and in final editing. This first section deals with the rekindling of Laura's romance with her lover Greg who now lives on the west coast. It should not be necessary to read Always Faithful for Still Faithful, Always to make sense to the reader. For those with tender sensibilities please be aware that this story does depict sex activity between those not legally married to one another. It is a Loving Wives story.
Still Faithful, Always
Part One, Chapters 1 - 3
By BobNbobbi
Prologue – from Always Faithful Chapter Six
The lady worked in her garden. Her head and face shielded from the spring sun by a straw hat. She wore a chambray work shirt, blue cotton wash pants and tennis shoes. A soft leather pouch that held simple gardening tools hung off her shoulder. She moved from shrub to shrub inspecting, occasionally using her clippers to trim an errant branch. At flower beds, the woman looked for weeds and dug them out by their roots. The back yard garden she was inspecting and tending had become her pride and joy. It gave much pleasure and relaxation from work world stress.
A noise close to the house drew her attention. Dan was setting the outdoor table for brunch. Laura straightened, removed her work gloves and headed toward her Baby. Whenever the weather cooperated, they liked have brunch outside both weekend days. Her garden, it seemed to grow as a natural extension from Dan's art gallery, was a peaceful escape from their Monday through Friday office environment. She sat at her place with a glass of champagne waiting for her. "To another week completed on the road of life." Glasses clicked as they touched, "I do enjoy a glass of good champagne out here with you."
"When do you have to leave for San Francisco?"
"They are sending a plane; I will leave about noon Monday. The board meeting begins Wednesday with lunch."
"The rest of the week?"
"Yes, I might stay the weekend; I'll be coming back commercial. Do you want to fly out and have a romantic getaway weekend with me?"
"Would be nice, wouldn't it? I better not; you know my conflict of issues thoughts now that you are on the board of directors."
"Did you ever dream you would be married to a woman on the board of directors of a major corporation?"
"Baby, as wonderful as you are, as smart and beautiful as you have been since I met you, I didn't quite see this. If someone told me when I was twenty-five, marry her and you will be a vice-president by the time you are fifty and married to a beauty on the board of directors, I would have said yeah sure, with fingers crossed behind my back."
Laura kissed her husband, "If I can't get you to come see me, spend some time with Mrs. Patron. She still needs you, as much as you benefit from knowing her."
Dan drank from his wine glass, "It doesn't bother you that I still see her?"
"Not one small bit. I told you from the start Baby, I want to be just like her when I grow up. You share more with her than mercy sex, and you know it. Take her and her friend to the country club for dinner and dancing. How many men do you know whose wife encourages them to take two women to bed while she is out of town?"
"You are one of a kind; board of directors, award winning garden queen, photos and stories in magazines to prove your talent."
Dan was about to go on when his wife interrupted. "I do love working, and creating beauty, in the garden. The creative part comes from our friend Interior Decorator and his friends. The publicity is an offshoot of your art gallery, especially since we have doubled its size."
"Speaking of our gallery, have you talked to LF lately? Maybe she has a trip to SF soon. Getting picked up by that gallery out there has really boosted her national reputation."
"She gives a lot of credit for her success to you; she told me that when she stayed with me last winter." Dan pooh-poohed Laura's remark about LF, although LF had told him precisely that several times.
Dan's attention returned to his brunch plate and then his champagne glass. When he looked again to his wife, he thought he saw moistness in her eyes. "Something?"
Laura almost shook her head no so she could keep the thoughts in her mind private. "Today is Greg's birthday. He is fifty."
Dan said nothing; he was fully aware of the significance of Greg's birthday, although it had never come up in the past six years. Laura hadn't once mentioned her affair with Greg. More than not mention, this was the first time Dan ever saw a hint of remembrance, possibly regret, that the affair had ended. "His birthday started things; they always were important to you. Fifty is one of those milestone years."
"Greg's birthday started and ended my affair. Greg and I had good times together, a lot of good times, but his birthdays were always very special. They were special to both of us."
Dan looked intently at his wife; the moisture in her eyes had grown to a single tear about to start a journey down her cheek. "Is Greg still in San Jose? Call him. Since I won't go to San Francisco with you, take him to dinner for his birthday." No more words crossed the table until Laura finished her glass of champagne.
"Do you want more", Dan asked? And then softly he added, "Your other ring is in Artsy's box. Take it with you."
The End of Always Faithful - A story of faithful infidelity by BobNbobbi.
Chapter 1 – Blowing Embers to Flame
Laura rarely touched the small ornately decorated box. The box belonged to Dan even if its existence was Laura driven. It had always been Dan's, given by Artsy to hold Laura's half of their wedding rings when she was gone with Greg. The jewelry inside all had been given by her lover, Greg: two necklaces, several sets of ear rings, that special clip with ringing bells their personal jeweler made and fitted to wear "down there" plus two other pieces - the rings Dan mentioned earlier. One, the ruby ring Greg gave their first Christmas together, lay on its side alone in a corner of the box. Laura wore it daily for four years as proud symbol of her affair with the lawyer who had been her boss and ultimately became all but second husband. Artsy's box also held a small blue velvet covered box. Laura knew exactly what was in the small box, the other ring Greg gave, the ring he placed on that left hand finger. The ring in the blue box Laura wore only the last three weeks of her affair with Greg.
Laura reached for the ruby ring and slipped it on her third finger, right hand. The fit was still exact, over last knuckle with a minor twist and then seated cleanly at the base of ring finger. Laura mused, four years together, five birthdays together; our first birthday together was ten years ago.
That was the first time we made love. We had wild sex too, but we did make love. Laura looked at the ruby on her finger; I wore this when I was with Greg from the first day he put it on my hand.
Laura held the blue velvet box open in her left hand. The ring had a white gold band and a single diamond prominently displayed on high proud mount. Greg put that ring on my left hand the night of that last birthday together six years ago tonight.
I wore it alone for three weeks. Dan gave me permission, grudgingly and only because he loved and trusted me, but he did give permission to wear Greg's engagement ring. We were engaged three weeks for a marriage that could never happen.
Laura repeated her last thought aloud to no one, to the gods above: "As though engaged three weeks for a marriage that could never happen."
Laura turned her thoughts to her true husband.
That first night ten years ago I made love with Greg, I had wild sex with Greg, and I came home and made love with my husband. Those four years of my affair with Greg I never lost my love for Dan. I treated him badly at times, but I always loved Dan even if he couldn't always see and feel my love. Dan loved me and trusted me enough to let me wear Greg's rings.
Is that what Dan is suggesting now? Did my husband say take this ring to San Francisco and wear it when you take Greg out for a fiftieth birthday dinner? Even if that's what Dan said the question is will I, should I, wear the ring in this blue velvet box? The question hangs in air, hangs over my head, my neck, my marriage; that will I, should I question may well be a guillotine.
Laura closed the small lid and then closed Artsy's box.
I love my husband, completely. Do I still have feeling for Greg? Yes, they are still there and I need to own up to those feelings I have buried within for six years.
"I love you, Baby. I am packed and ready to go. Packing sure is easy with an apartment that holds my second wardrobe out there." Laura finished her embrace with a kiss and then a second kiss. She held her right hand to show Dan the ruby ring.
"I want to wear this one, my ruby, but I am not sure if I will call Greg. Wearing the ruby is as much for me, for my memories." Laura moved her left hand that still held the blue velvet box to forefront. "I am thinking about taking this with me, any thoughts?"
Dan knew what was in the box without looking. He had been asked about Laura wearing that ring once before. At issue then was trust. The issue still was trust, but also symbolism.
