Three months later
Panting, James rolled off Anne and looked up at the ceiling. "I love you and we promised not to say anything but I have to tell you, my cat is alive. Are you disappointed I blabbed?"
Anne turned head quickly and groaned, "I guess. You weren't supposed to say anything, I loved thinking about you and her...though the intrigue has been wearing off, God, I loved imagining you fucking her tits. You really never took advantage of those?"
"Oh, I wanted to. She wore nothing or almost nothing the entire time we were not at the bank and she constantly pointed out that you were probably cumming for the fourth time that night on John's cock, and that she knows this since no woman has ever eventually not opened her legs just to see if it would fit and how great it really does feel."
Anne looked at James, "Do you want to know if we have two cats or not? I know you cum almost as soon as I describe John shaving my pussy, but I won't say anything if you want to keep these images of me and John."
James rolled over and started stroking her dripping slit, "I felt sick when I first went down on you...looking at your clean pussy and wondering who else was where I was. Who has been inside you and when I bury my tongue in you, who else will I be tasting? But lately that pain has been fading so if you want to tell me, I'll be fine."
"I know,". Anne giggled, "John came over one evening with a porn DVD, something about Little Girls, Big Dicks and he suggested we watch it together. I told him it wasn't going to happen and he dropped the DVD on the counter and left. I was curious so I watched these tiny little college girls impaled, that's the only word to describe it, on these foot long cocks. I have to say I must have gotten off three or four times, but there were two things I got out of it. All the girls twats were shaved clean and one of the girls, Thai I think, licked and sucked this guy's really long and skinny dick, well you know how she licked and sucked, don't you? Anyhow, yes, the cat is alive, but not all is lost. John called earlier to say you and Lexi have a huge project in Vegas. He's thinking it will take a month to get done."
"You talked to John? When?" James asked.
"This morning, he calls me a couple of times a week just to chat. We've become somewhat friends while you were in the Bahamas, as I am sure you and Lexi have." Anne replied.
"What do you talk about? Let me guess..." James said bitterly.
"Well, yeah, that and other things. He isn't giving up, he seems to think eventually I'll break down and open my legs for him." Anne said softly while rolling over to face James, "Does that bother you?"
"Yes...yes it bothers me, I kind of wish we hadn't opened Pandora's Box because I am worried, no make that scared, you will finally succumb to his pressure. He always gets what he wants and I fear that either you will let him fuck you, want him to fuck you, or we will have to move to a different state. Can I ask, how much did you see him when I was gone? I know we weren't going to say anything, but I need to know, and you have every right to deny that." James looked at Anne while stroking her bare hip and ass tenderly.
"One condition, I'll tell you, but I will be totally open and you need to accept what I tell you." Anne sat up and looked down at her husband, "You agree? Make that two conditions, I want to know if it excites you, though you're sort of transparent in that regard." Anne chuckled.
"Agreed, I have thought the worst many, many times so nothing you can say will be as bad as my imagination. God! I hope not." James shuddered.
"Ok, I'll tell you, but slide up and sit up against the headboard so I can lean against your chest. I want you to play with my nipples and rub my pussy while I tell you."
After she settled back against James' chest she began, "You won't believe this, but ten minutes after I dropped you off, John called my cell. I didn't recognize the number, but the first thing I asked was where did you get my cell number - Rene! My friend Rene, gave him my number." Anne sputtered out.
"Why? Does she think you would be better off with him? I thought Rene liked me." James said, "Or did Davenport pressure her for it, I wouldn't put that past him."
"I have no idea, anyhow he asked me to dinner that night."
"Wow! I was still walking to my gate and he is already hitting on you, what an asshole!" James said angrily.
"Ok, you promised, whatever I tell you, accept it and damn it! Quit interrupting, I'll never get through this. Also, perhaps you could give one of my breasts a break and give my lonely pussy some attention." Anne ordered.
"That's much better, you need to get her ready because if I know you, you'll be pounding her again before the night is over. So, I told him I had schoolwork and he suggested Monday. I was free so I told him I'd meet him, but he said he'd pick me up. He asked if I like Italian and when I said I did, he said it if fairly formal. I asked what exactly does that mean and he asked me if I had a cocktail dress?"
James groaned, "You wore the blue strapless one..."
"Yes, I did, that's the only cocktail dress I owned." Anne stroked his hand.
"Owned? I'm interrupting, but owned?" James said with some intensity.
"I'll get to that, let me keep going." Anne said and proceeded to relate the missing two weeks, the story is as follows.
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Anne answered the door wearing her skin tight blue cocktail dress with no bra since she never bought one that would work under the skimpy dress and all her thongs showed lines so she went without. She found John there with his arm out. "Would you like to come in for a drink first?"
John stopped and scanned her from head to toe, "Holy fuck you are hot!" He burst out. "I'm tempted to say yes, but I'm afraid we have reservations and looking at you, if I come in for a drink, we'll be having breakfast for our next meal."
Anne took his arm and was shocked to see a driver holding the rear door open on a Bentley. She crawled in aware that her dress would not have covered her butt cheeks as she bent over to get in.
John and Ed exchanged knowing grins and when John slid in next to her, Ed closed the door and got behind the wheel, "San Giogios, Ed, and we have plenty of time." John instructed the driver.
"Very well Mr. Davenport, 7:30 reservations?" Ed replied and when John confirmed he hit a button closing the partition.
"So, we have 25 minutes to continue to get to know each other, "John said as he stroked Anne's thigh, "What do you want to talk about? Perhaps James' promotion?" John took his hand off her thigh and laughed, "I already know the answer to that. Forgive me, I know you are not that easy. Can I say though that everything you wear makes me want you more?"
"Baba Ram Dass could use you as an example best exemplifying his most popular philosophy, I'm sure you are familiar with it?" Anne asked.
"'Be here now', yes I suppose that is my philosophy, or Steven Stills, 'Love the one you're with' also works, but I could be here with many women, but I've anticipated taking advantage of the, how can I put this, the fortuitous circumstances that your husband is out making me millions while his beautiful wife is making my evening memorable. I prefer Baba Ram Dass quote 'The heart surrenders everything to the moment. The mind judges and holds back.' which might be more appropriate for you perhaps, you need to listen to your heart"
Anne thought about the quote a second and responded, "Tempered, I suppose, by love. Perhaps one last quote from our friend Baba: 'I'm not interested in being a "lover." I'm interested in only being love.' and as desirable as you are, as you assume you are, I am in love with James. Plus, why me? Why not one of the many who can satisfy your needs? Please don't tell me about the challenge, turning me from unwilling to willing, I'm sure millions of women fit that description." Anne countered.
John looked shocked she would ask that, "Have you looked at yourself? You are beauty personified. You're perfectly proportioned, your ass is incredible, you have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, large blue deep pools that I could get lost in. What I'm trying to say is, any man that can have you will be forever cursed as all future lovers will fail by comparison."
Anne was amazed and the conviction in his face, his voice, "You cannot be serious. My husband right now is with every man's wet dream, Lexi has large, and according to James, natural breasts very few women are blessed with. She has an abnormally narrow waist and a perfect ass. Hell, I'm 100% hetero and I'd do her, how can you even begin to say I'm beauty personified. Do your bullshit lines work on many women? You can do better than that."
John sat back and in disbelief said, "You really don't know, you don't see it, do you?"
"See what?" Anne responded.
"Your hair glows like spun gold, your translucent skin is the epitome of perfection, your breasts are not large and they are not small, they are in perfect proportion to your frame, and your ass...trust me, every woman, including Lexi would kill for your ass. I cannot tell you how I long to see you in your total magnificence." John sighed.
"By magnificence, can I take that to mean birthday suit?" Anne chuckled.
"Yes, in your birthday suit. I've tried to imagine what you look like since the cookout."
"Mr. Davenport, we are here." Ed announced as the Bentley slowed to the curb.
The maitre d' jumped out from behind his reservations desk, extending his hand, "Mr. Davenport, so good to see you again sir, we have you table ready." and after releasing his hand, led Anne and John back to a corner booth. He held pulled the table out so Anne could sit easily in the booth and before he left handed each of them a menu.
Anne looked around and realized she could see no other patrons and that the table afforded complete privacy except for the wait staff. She listened as John ordered wine and spoke to the maitre d' and the sommelier in Italian and when they were alone she turned to John, "I hope you're not going to order my meal. Posso ordinare per me stesso, se รจ d'accordo con voi."
John laughed, "I can let you order, they do speak English here, but I like to practice my weak Italian when I get the chance. Vi prego di scusarmi."
Anne laughed, "No need to apologize, I really don't know much Italian, but I can get through Italy without going hungry...and I can always find the nearest sala da bagno. Apparently you've been here before. Hang on, here comes the vino."
Anne watched the choreographed wine sniffing, tasting and pouring and when the sommelier left she asked, "So, what's good? But, here comes our waitress, perhaps she can tell me."
John looked up, "Janine, so glad you are working tonight. This is my friend Anne. Anne, Janine is the best you will ever meet, I've tried to get her to come over to the company, but apparently she likes it here."