A sound at his office door brought Dan’s head up. His secretary stood in the opening and spoke softly to him, “It’s Laura; do you want to take the call?”

Dan picked up his phone and spoke without pause. “Well hello, so good to hear from you, it has been a while.”

Dan recalled with distaste the last time he talked with his wife; it was six weeks ago at Thanksgiving when she told him she was leaving to go skiing with Greg. Today Laura was asking if they could get together for lunch soon.

“The last few times we have met for lunch have not been my favorite meals.”

Laura promised no funny business, and she reminded Dan they were still married to one another.

“Funny you should bring that up Laura; it hasn’t seemed that way for the past year, has it?”

Dan listened momentarily and then, “No, I am not going to call you Baby, and I am damned sure not going to meet you at that place, ever again, never-ever if that is clearer.”

Dan sighed as Laura tried to reason with him and get an agreeable conversation going.

“Okay Laura, lunch this afternoon. I will be in front of your office at noon. I haven’t bought a new car yet; you should recognize mine. I’ll decide the restaurant.”

Dan’s last words to his secretary before leaving were, “I am going to lunch with Laura. If I am not back by two, you might want to call 911 and file a missing person report. Either that, or tell the police to look for a dead body fitting my description, or possibly hers.”

Secretary smiled, but reached to touch Dan’s forearm as a gesture of support. Fifteen minutes later, he pulled to a stop next to his wife. One of his VP perks was membership in the best downtown business club. The maitre de escorted them to the private table Dan called to request.

“You look good Laura; married life must agree with you. You look like you are getting more than your share these days.”

“Dan, I didn’t call for a long lost dose of sarcasm from my husband. Can we skip that much and just talk?”

“You called me; what’s up?”

“Baby, I said I would be with Greg until the end of the year. This is a new year.”

“Yes, I seem to remember going to a party, counting down, and kissing my dates. I watched some of the bowl games.”

Laura decided she had to push hard to get Dan out of his bitter mood.

“Are you telling me you don’t want me to come home; should we talk about a divorce instead of coming home?”

“I have a feeling Greg would pick up the lunch tab today if we talked about divorce.”

“I’ll pay my own damned tab, thank you. I don’t need either you or Greg to do that for me.”

“Okay, let’s try to be civil; I will make a good faith effort.”

“Thank you Baby, that’s all I am asking for right now. A kiss when we leave would be nice, but I will let you decide when you are ready to kiss me again.”

Husband and wife had a long put off, but much necessary, conversation about their status. Laura tried to make a sincere apology for her antics at Thanksgiving. Dan refused to accept her words.

“Laura, of all the fuck-Dan-over things you have done in the past year, that one may be forever inexcusable.”

“Okay, you are right. I will live with I screwed up badly.”

Laura did her best to negotiate coming home to Dan, but keeping the status quo relatively intact. To Dan, it seemed as though she wanted to move some clothes back home, and decide night-to-night which bed she graced.

Dan reached for the ruby ring on his wife’s left hand.

“You have some decisions to make, Laura. I want you as my wife, with me as your husband. I am even willing to accept that you have Greg as lover, but not the way things are now. Think seriously about what you want for your future. I know you care about me. I know you care about Greg. I don’t think you are ready to make the decisions that you need to make today.”

“You think I should sleep on it, is that what you are saying?” Dan nodded. “Can we sleep together on it Baby?”

Dan laughed and squeezed her ring to shake it, “No, not with this ring on this hand.” Dan looked Laura squarely on with no hint of smile, but no anger also.

“We better go; I told my secretary to put out an APB if I wasn’t back by two.”

“I would gladly take off this ring if you have time to take me home Baby; it’s been a long time.”

“That’s not what I meant; you know that. Beside which, neither you nor I have been doing without for the last seven months. Greg will take care of you tonight. Trust me, male intuition; Greg will screw you big time.”

This time Laura laughed, “Who are you doing tonight?”

“Actually, I have more choices than you, don’t I?”

Dan relented and kissed his wife as he put her in his car, and again when he dropped her off.

“You can come to the ceremony Friday at three if you want. I will be official as VP then.”

> > > > - -

Dan went home after work only to pack a few things to take to Mrs. Patron’s home. He intended to stay with her until the Friday ceremony. Laura fixed a light dinner and curled up with Greg in the den. She was quiet for a while, thinking about her lunch meeting with Dan. She looked for her ring finger, and found that hand resting high on her other husband’s thigh.

Quiet mood time ended when Laura’s hand cupped Greg’s crotch. Moving fingers caressed an erection in thirty seconds. After thirty more seconds of kiss time Greg decided he was ready.

“We need to get these clothes off.”

“Here, or in the bedroom?”

“Strip woman. Strip your ass bare right here right now, while I do the same.”

Laura was naked and kneeling on the sofa by the time Greg finished undressing. He reached between spread thighs to squeeze and probe.

“Oh shit yes, get me wet and ready for you. I want your fat cock in me now.”

Jab – jab – jab – jab – jab hard with two fingers into cunt. Cock followed immediately where fingers pulled away.

“Oh cock, fuck me, cock. Yes, yes, fuck me beautiful cock.”

Greg slapped and fucked into his lover at full speed pace. The fury of male assault carried Laura quickly up and over into bliss. Greg was right behind her; he left his fluid deposit as proof of calling.

Laura fell from her perch over the sofa back and pulled Greg to her lap.

“Let me hold you while we catch our breath and then we can do this again.”

Greg let his weight on her until he was concerned he was too much. They disentangled and moved to the bedroom for round two. Laura screamed encouragement and begged for more, harder. Sleep rejuvenated them for another quick hard tumble in the morning before work. Laura didn’t sleep on the questions Dan asked; her night thoughts were of the great sex session with her other husband.

Dan’s male instinct was on the money. Greg did indeed fuck his woman good and hard to reestablish his primacy. Marks left as proof were all hidden under Laura’s suit when they walked hand-in-hand to the office, but both knew that a claim had been filed.

> > > > - -

When Laura walked into the large conference room Friday afternoon, she saw her husband with Mrs. Patron and Artsy talking with President. Somehow she was surprised both women had been invited. Dan’s invitation to her seemed a casual afterthought to their lunch.

I wonder if his other two women got more formal invitations? Did Dan pick them up, possibly send a limo?

Laura walked up to her husband, gave him a squeeze and kiss on the cheek, followed by a broad smile and “Hi Baby” greeting. Dan’s smile at seeing her was genuine; his hug of waist and kiss on cheek were a bit restrained. Although he intended no guile, his mixed reaction sent exactly that message to Laura.

President conducted what ceremony there was. First he gave a plaque of appreciation to Dan’s predecessor. Next, President spoke of a future in good hands as he formally proclaimed Dan vice-president. Finally he spoke of the PR value of Dan’s art project and the need to bring all manner of creativity to the work environment.

Dan spoke last; first about future business growth plans. He announced his goals, and he challenged others on his staff to push harder for new opportunities. He closed his remarks praising Mrs. Patron and Artsy for their support and vision of his art in the office events. In all of the speeches and gestures, Laura found herself in the background, unmentioned.

Mrs. Patron approached her during the social part of the afternoon. Laura was off to the side with a glass of wine nibbling on sliced zucchini and cheese dip.

“Laura dear, I am having a small gathering at my home to continue this celebration for Daniel this evening. I don’t want you to think it inappropriate that you be a part of his day. Please come.”

Laura listened and seemed to be checking a calendar in her mind. She did appreciate Mrs. Patron’s invitation; the woman was trying to be helpful as well as correct. Still, Laura hesitated and Mrs. Patron noticed.

“I think it would also be appropriate to bring your lover if you choose. I am sure Daniel would not object.”

> > > > - -

Greg was leery, but not adamant. He knew he actually liked being with Dan the few times they had been together as threesome. He admired Dan professionally. Greg also knew he could never allow his wife the freedom Dan allowed Laura.

He grabbed Laura in a bear hug and agreed, “All right Darling, I will go with you tonight.”

“You can drive so you control how long we stay; just say the word and I will get my coat immediately. This is a perfect opportunity to show off my new beaver.”

Greg gave a playful slap to Laura’s tush and reached with other hand to her intimate beaver causing a squeal and a hug.

Mrs. Patron’s house, large as it was, felt full with the number of people at the small gathering for her Daniel. As it happened, Laura knew more of the artist community invitees, and Greg was surprised at how many business contacts he and Dan had in common. Laura saw Artsy talking with Interior Designer and guided Greg toward them.

“Artsy, this is my lover, Greg, I hope you remember meeting him last year at our open house.”

“Yes, how are you, so good to see you again.”

Artsy introduced Interior Designer. “This is Laura, Dan’s wife, and her lover Greg. Rupert is a close friend of Mrs. Patron, and of ours.”

Laura and Greg both noted the friend of ours phrase Artsy used. Greg was not at all put off; the same could not be said for Laura, but she never let a muscle twitch over it.

“Dan is off in the study; I think he is with LF. They are talking with some people about his art in the office project. I wouldn’t be surprised if his next write up will be in the business section of the newspaper, possibly even the Wall Street Journal.”

Greg and Laura moved on, stopping for conversations with people one or the other knew. They spent some time with Mrs. Patron; Greg actually began working her as a potential client source. He was fascinated with the older woman.

“I have told Dan on several occasions that I want to be just like you when I grow up.”

All three laughed at Laura’s meaningful joke. Dan saw them talking and approached; he took Greg’s hand first and gave a sincere shake and pat on the shoulder. He kissed Laura next on her cheek and followed with light kiss on lips.

Dan accepted Greg’s congratulations on his promotion with thanks. He judged his rival was being honest; they had never quarreled about the other’s work attributes. They only disagreed about Laura, about whose wife she should be. Dan turned his head to look at his wife closer. He realized that he and Greg had no quarrel at all; Laura was the one of them who lived in confusion.

“You look Business Lady proper tonight Baby; I expected something more fashionable, dressy. You look good though.”

Laura heard the Baby and was quietly pleased; she twirled to show off the split skirt suit she wore.

“BL makes some things for evening meetings that are very attractive. I consider your promotion along business meeting lines.”

Laura removed the jacket part of her outfit.

“Do you remember this Dan? You bought a blouse for me just like it. That was my first Business Lady purchase. I wore it when we first met them in San Francisco.”

Laura handed Greg her suit jacket and turned and posed showing the tailored halter blouse in silver silk.

“I still think it is one of our best designs. With jacket on my blouse looks demure and professional. With jacket off it screams this is a sexy, powerful, confident woman.”

Mrs. Patron sided with Laura, “I agree completely dear; you look powerful and professional as you are dressed. You look very feminine, and a sexy professional woman as well.”

Laura nodded her thank you.

> > > > - -

Driving home, Laura snuggled as close to Greg as she dared. His hand reached through the slit and stroked high on warm, nylon covered, thigh.

“Your other husband is doing quite well, darling; he seems to have both artists and businessmen eating out of his hand.”

“You are right, meeting Artsy has been good for him; good for us too if you look at things that way. Having Mrs. Patron as a close friend and supporter is his greatest asset. That woman is incredible.”

“Do you think they get it on?”

“Yes, they do; he has told me as much.”

“Does my woman with two husbands get jealous about Mrs. Patron?”

Laura didn’t respond immediately; she thought on Greg’s question and then pressed his hand closer and higher.

“No, not jealous, even if there was no you, I wouldn’t be jealous of Mrs. Patron. She has been an amazing influence for her Daniel.”

Laura kissed Greg just above his collar.

“If I move your hand about two inches higher would you stop asking questions?”

“I wish you had worn stockings tonight.”

“So do I; move your hand just a second.” Laura reached under skirt and tugged at nylon. “Play now; I want to be gushing by the time we get home.”

Laura very carefully hung her beaver jacket and the suit she wore; she quickly stripped what little else she wore, throwing her bra across the room toward Greg. He was still holding it with a surprised look on his face when Laura ran to him and jumped, wrapping her legs at his waist and her arms around his neck.

“I’m yours, any way and every way, yours tonight. Make me sing for you. Make me sing so long and loud everyone knows I am yours.”

Laura felt herself dropped to the bed on her back. Greg scrambled to throw off his remaining clothes.

“I am going to take that offer, darling. Your ass is mine tonight and you are going to sing my song. Ready or not, here I come.”

In spite of his words, Greg took time to prepare his lover for the onslaught. He lubed and probed with fingers before knocking at the back door with cock.

“Now!”

“Yes, give it to me!”

Greg doubled her back with legs kicking high over his shoulders. With a power thrust he forced cock completely inside .

“Oh Baby, Baby, I love you Darling. Take me darling just like this; fuck my ass deep and hard the way you like to do me. I love it, I love it; I love you.”

Greg screwed his lover with strong steady strokes; he was unhurried with no intention of finishing soon. He once again proclaimed his primacy with powerful sex that had Laura screaming in orgasm. In the back of his mind he was dueling Dan as he fucked. Dan was Laura’s lawful husband, but Greg had held that role in the bedroom for the last seven months.

During Laura’s third screaming orgasm, Greg finally let himself cum and he filled her bowels with his seed. They lay on their bed connected, breathless and motionless.

“You sing good, darling. If you want to sing the second verse, whisper in my ear and encourage me. Tell me exactly what you want.”

Laura kissed, licked and whispered. What she wanted was what her lover wanted, more of the same.

“Get my legs even higher this time; fuck my ass even harder; make me sing my love song to you even louder. When you are ready, take me.”

“Suck my balls; fill them with juice. Tell me when you want the music to start.”

Laura licked and sucked for a long time. She hummed the soft opening strains of her song muffled by a full mouth. When she was sure Greg could get no harder she simply said now. Greg drove to his task; Laura was reamed as never before. She screamed encouraging invective.

“Fuck this whore ass with your fat cock. Use me, fuck me, harder you bastard, harder.”

Both were screaming loud their pleasure before orgasm overwhelmed them. They slept.

> >> > - -

Dan took initiative for the next contact. He called the day she returned from a week-long trip to Business Lady. They talked about this year’s artist open house for their private gallery. LF would be the featured artist. The portrait of Laura would hang with the one from last year. One of LF’s Artsy and Dan series would be permanently mounted as well. The entirety of her series of the two would be displayed for the event.

Laura’s commitment was immediate and unequivocal.

“I will be with you Baby; being hostess with you is our proper role.” Laura paused for a moment, “Baby, I don’t want my being with you to be artificial. Can I come home?”

Laura told Greg later that week.

“Are you saying we have had our time and you judge in favor of Dan? I like Dan, he is a good man, but I will miss you. I will miss us together.”

“No, no, no darling, not at all the end of us. I have not decided Dan is better than you, or even better for me than you.”

“What is it?”

Laura stared at the ceiling for some time before softly answering.

“I guess I really am a woman with two husbands, and I haven’t been paying attention to one of them for the last seven months. The art gallery at home is as important to Dan as the one in his office.

I am as much a part of that home as I am in this house. I should be with him in our home.”

> > > > - -

For all three people involved in Laura’s complicated life, social interaction tacked back toward a zigzag course that only barely resembled normalcy. Laura moved into her other home for the months of January and February so she could properly assist and host their art party. She brought her wedding gown and ring box, a few business suits, her leopard print long gown, and a very few pieces of her Greg’s house wardrobe.

If I need anything else I will just buy new. I don’t want to give Greg any more impression that I am abandoning him than necessary. I damned sure don’t want him looking elsewhere. I still want my two husband life.

Their party was an even bigger success than their first one last year. Once again the featured artist, LF, occupied the guest room for a few days. That LF had been sexually involved with both Laura and Dan in the past months was not an insurmountable issue. LF broached the subject and they talked it out over dinner the first night.

“I have had each of you, and each of you has had me. I know Dan is good in a three way, and you are too Laura. I don’t see why I can’t have each of you at least one night while I am here, maybe both of you one night too.”

“Oh hell, why not!”

Laura finally admitted last year’s infidelity to her husband.

“I am sure you know, although I have never admitted as much, that I screwed Portrait last year. Am I going to be part of your annual art tradition Baby; hang your work in our gallery and nail Laura to the bed too?”

“Welcome to Gallery Libertine. We must be proper hosts and try to see that our guests are satisfied. Which of us do you want tonight, LF?”

“We were together New Years; how about if your wife and I have some fun tonight?”

“She’s all yours; that is a typical situation for her, sleeping with someone other than her lawful husband.”

“Tacky tacky, Dan.”

Dan kissed his wife and gave a quick hug, “I know, but it was deliberate; that’s okay, isn’t it Baby?”

“In case we decide we need something long and stiff tonight, you haven’t moved where we keep the candles, have you?”

“Now we are even; may I have the honor of kissing both of you ladies goodnight?”

LF was using the guest room across the hall; she entered with Laura in hand and the door swung to, but did not latch and close completely. Dan entered the master suite, but left his door ajar so he could listen. His aural treat began even before he was ready to crawl under the covers. By the time he finished in the bathroom and donned his silk pajama bottoms, he could hear sounds of kissing and compliments of body parts being revealed. As he was switching off the table lamp he heard the first of many owwwww yesssss please, again cries. Dan was somewhat surprised to hear LF be the first to call for more.

In the guest room, Laura was between LF’s legs enjoying her feast. Soft licks on inner lips, followed by hard kisses on LF’s clit button brought on the first cry Dan heard across the hall.

“Here kitty kitty, here kitty kitty, does kitty want another kiss?”

Laura backed her head away.

LF reached with her hips to close the gap.

“Ohhh, damn, damn, damn you bitch, fuck me.”

LF’s scream response to Laura’s teeth suddenly biting snapped Dan’s head upright and his eyes wide.

The women knew nothing of Dan, he was no part of their passion; they continued their sexing. Dan finally drifted off to sleep during an extended stretch of tender passion sounds. Laura and LF made love well into the night. At times both screamed their pleasure loudly, but Dan was in dreamland. They had their night of private passion with no intrusion.

Dan woke in the morning to more sex sounds. This time it was Laura whose screams and curses crossed the hallway. Dan propped on elbow and listened until bladder could no longer be denied. LF was obviously giving Laura the sort of hard sexing she preferred. Dan went to the kitchen to start coffee and breakfast. The women arrived later; both showed hues of sex glow pink everywhere not covered by their robes.

“Welcome to the commissary, ladies.”

He served coffee and breakfast plates to rejuvenate them. He decoded a clue about the morning screams when Laura kissed LF’s knuckles, the back of her hand, her wrist, and up to LF’s forearm.

This year, Dan decided to split their event into two nights. The first night was limited to very close friends in the art circle, three very close neighbor couples and the journalists who had been helpful with publicity about Dan’s art in the office project.

Dan offered President and the retiring VP a choice of tonight, or tomorrow when more from Dan’s office would be included; both opted for the second showing. Greg at first balked at attending but relented when Laura pouted. He was not enthused about being with Dan and Laura as couple and having to return home alone. Laura also invited Liaison and SO, but they were unable to come.

Mrs. Patron stationed herself beside Laura much of the evening and acted as assistant hostess. Interior Designer received a good tour of the home and its furnishings. Though January, the night was warm enough for a quick look at their patio and back yard. Interior Designer told Laura there was a lot of potential out back to dramatize their home if she ever decided to move in that direction.

Dan stood to her side as Artsy performed the unveiling and was Mistress of Ceremony for the formal dedication part of the night. She traced a history of select private galleries and their influence on art in America. She segued to the planned theme of Dan and Laura’s gallery, portraits of intimates in intimate settings. With reference to last year’s portrait of Laura as Tigress, she parted the drape and turned the stage over to LF. Laura pulled Greg to her side and held him close as LF talked about her portrait extracting the violent essence of a passionate soul to canvas. She turned in gesture toward Laura as she spoke, catching her kissing Greg with open palm under his suit jacket and on her lover’s heart.

LF began soft spontaneous applause, “Yes, success, passion and art. I am author; the mistress of the house is my passionate subject.”

Greg tried to be embarrassed, Laura was not. She pressed and held her kiss and her other husband.

LF crossed the room to speak to the Dan and Artsy portrait and series. She talked about all six paintings; this time her vision was souls melding. When she pointed to the couple standing close, they were holding hands and leaning into one another.

Laura spoke to Dan, more mouthing than sound, “It’s all right Baby, kiss her, kiss Artsy like you want to.”

Dan and Artsy were shy at first, but when they kissed their bodies seemed to intertwine resembling LF’s paintings.

The evening evolved into an intimate cocktail party after the ceremony. Greg stayed for some of the small talk, but he begged off early. Laura walked him to his car to thank him for coming and promising return favors soon.

“I would lift this leopard skirt and fuck you right here, but I think I would be a mess going back inside. Will you settle for a kiss now and something more soon?”

“You under my desk, and then lunch tomorrow?”

“Deal!”

Dan followed Laura when she went to the kitchen to check with the caterer.

“I have a question, a bit sensitive?”

Laura looked up; she saw the question in his eyes before he asked.

“You want Artsy tonight?”

“Yes, but only if you agree, and only if you want another night with LF.”

Laura kissed her husband lightly.

“I want to say yes, and I want to say no. If I say yes tonight, I want you alone tomorrow. Can I give you an answer later?”

“Of course.”

Dan returned her kiss more strongly than Laura offered. They returned to their guests.

Guests began to leave, those with little personal connection, the journalists, left first. The close friends next, some had children at home to attend. Arts people are more night owls, but they too trickled toward the door. Mrs. Patron and her friend, and Interior Designer and his friend received very warm send-offs from Dan, Laura, Artsy and LF. At the last moment, Laura asked Interior Designer if they could get together, possibly in early spring, to talk about back yard ideas. Mrs. Patron accepted very warm kisses from all four bidding farewell. Dan held her close and then escorted her to Interior Designer’s car.

Laura spoke quietly to her husband’s lover.

“Artsy, could I ask a favor?”

“Of course, Laura.”

“Would you keep my husband occupied tonight; I would like one more night with LF?”

The artist smiled and took Dan by the hand, “Is there any champagne left; I am suddenly thirsty?”

“Sit over there with Dan; let me serve.”

Husband and wife each settled in with wine and another partner in a totally comfortable and natural setting. Conversation flowed freely.

As he and Artsy headed for the bedroom, Dan called out final instructions, “I am going to make sure our door is closed tonight; I suggest you two do the same.”

Laughter followed them up the stairs.

The second night event was more robust; they invited more people, and people with less interest in art per se. More neighbors had been invited, plus many coworkers, and lesser lights of the local art and gallery scene. The caterer kept busy supplying snacks and drinks for the crowd wrapped in party atmosphere. Laura spent much of her time with Mr. and Mrs. Old Jacobs and the other senior partners plus her fellow executive girl sisters. Greg stayed by her side most of the night. Dan likewise entertained President, former VP and their wives. All in all, it was a successful party; Dan was glad he decided to separate the crowds this year.

As the party wound down, Laura pulled Dan aside. “Tonight I have the sensitive request Baby.”

“You want to be with Greg tonight?”

Laura kissed him, “I would like to if you can entertain LF and Artsy. If you say it’s okay if I go with Greg?”

Dan considered his wife’s question; they had only had two days alone before LF arrived, and they hadn’t had much time together since.

“If you go with Greg, will you be back? Would you rather use our room tonight?”

Laura was totally surprised by the offer to have Greg here; she remembered Dan’s explosion when she suggested that arrangement once before. Infidelity, marriage wreck, Dan had implied divorce if she took Greg to their bed; now he offers that much.

“I think it would be best if I went home with Greg; I’ll come home tomorrow or the next day. Is that okay with you Baby?”

“Don’t worry, you can go with him; I will take care of our guests.”

Laura and Greg slipped away quietly. When all the guests departed, Dan and his ladies of the evening shared a last bottle of champagne while relaxing in the den.

LF turned serious, “Dan, I want to say thank you for everything you have done. Not so much for me, we have all three worked together for tonight. Mostly thank you for all of us who live the arts here in this cultural backwater city. We will never equal either high finance or NASCAR, but if we climb a notch, you are a big part of our climb.”

“Wow, what brought that on?”

“You did, silly goof.”

“She’s right Dan, what you have done for all of us is important.”

“I better get that bigger hat people talk about.”

LF returned to sarcasm.

“Don’t worry about your hat; just make sure your dick stays strong if you are going to satisfy both of us tonight.”

After killing the bottle, Dan led his women to the master bedroom.

“Tonight in this bed; you two can be the artists and I will be your canvas.”

Artsy and LF worked Dan over in bed. His cock proved valiant, strong and long lasting. Artsy and LF each received double injections of his sperm. Dan’s body was scratched and rake marked before they finally kissed one another goodnight.

> > > > - -

In Laura’s other home, her other bedroom with her other husband, she knelt to the floor still dressed. “If I am going to be spending more time under your desk again, we need to practice. Take your pants off darling and choke me with your oh so fat cock.”

Laura stayed in position while her lover undressed and put his clothes away. She tried to whistle appreciation as he faced her, but her effort produced little but rushing air.

“Just lick your lips and get ready for me. Be my cocksucker tonight, woman.”

Greg gave her no time to adjust to his size; he fucked in deep until she choked on cock. He looked down and saw Laura’s lips gulping to pull him deeper even as her throat rebelled. Laura drew her head clear, took a deep breath and rammed head forward once again. She had all of Greg in her now; his fat cockhead stretched her throat.

Greg screamed joy, “Damn bitch, you cocksucker, get it all, keep sucking like that till I cum.”

Laura sucked as if to swallow him whole. Greg exploded his cum straight into her stomach. As he pulled cock away, Laura stayed on her knees smiling and drawing deep breaths to fill her lungs.

“Turn around, let me kiss you back here and get you hard again.”

Greg gave his ass and was rewarded with searing kisses and a rapid revival of his erection.

“Fuck my mouth one more time, deep stroke into me until you cum again. I want my mouth to be your special cunt this time. Use my mouth Baby, use my mouth like a cheap whore.”

“Let your dress down; I want your tits too.”

Tits became hand grips. Cock pushed inexorably toward throat and beyond. Laura’s mouth stretched wide; her tongue slapped underneath cock encouraging deeper penetration Greg’s wiry hairs brushed her lips before cock withdrew until just the tip was at Laura’s lips.

Slap, slap, slap, the sound of cock slapping red lips was audible.

“I am ready to fuck your face; I am not going to stop until I cum.”

Laura opened her mouth, and Greg flexed his hips forward. Cock advanced and then pulled back; his rhythm began slow but gradually picked up speed. Strong hands squeezed breasts tight, and cock began to thrust faster and faster. Finally Greg screamed loud enough for both as his orgasm invaded his brain, emptied his balls, and screamed pleasure from his lungs. At finale, Greg held Laura’s head close and made a vain effort to force himself deeper than he had cock.

Laura collapsed at her lover’s feet. Greg stood above; a nude, fucked out, angry statue of male soldier victorious in combat. Finally Laura looked up and smiled. Greg was not through.

“I need to rest for a few minutes. I want you again.”

“My body is yours.”

“Did you tell Dan you would be home?”

“Tomorrow, or the next day, when neither of us can fuck any longer.”

> > > > - -

Dan found Laura in their bed two days later when he returned from work. His wife was sleeping nude with a contented smile. She was very obviously fucked out. Dan could see bites and bruises on her upper body; he was sure the sheet covered many more. He smiled at the scene, pulled her covers to her neck, and walked with a lilt in his step to the den. Seven months of hell seemed to be over and his Baby was home.

Vodka tonic beside him and ESPN on TV, Dan read work papers out of his briefcase; at 9:30 Laura finally rose and joined her husband in the den. She wore a short robe Dan kept in the closet for Artsy. Dan got a quick thank you kiss for letting her sleep, and then Laura fixed a snack and drink before returning to the den. She gobbled her snack, “I am famished; this is the most I have eaten in the last three days. I am home. If those papers are important, I’ll just sit here and watch you.”

Dan put papers aside, “Just work reading, not nearly as important as having you here. I’ll bet you have eaten some, at least swallowed some.”

Laura thought back to when she and Greg left the final opening party; she beamed a smile at the ferocity of their first sex that night.

“Oh yes, we started that way. Twice, right away, twice; I ate Greg completely and swallowed everything he had. I tried to swallow him.”

She stood, dropping her robe in the chair Laura stood and model posed; she displayed her body to proudly show the evidence of the wild sex she had shared with her lover, her other husband.

As Dan expected, his wife’s lower body showed even harder use than he saw in bed. Laura’s inner thighs revealed lines of bite marks and bruises from just above knees to where they joined. Her lower cheeks displayed the same treatment, as did her tummy, her chest, and especially both breasts.

“Your nipples are still swollen and raw; twist and pull on them. Show me how Greg used them.”

Laura complied with husband’s request. First she stretched them out, pointing them directly at Dan. Next she demonstrated variations; she pulled hard up until her nipples threatened to slip away, then down, to the side, and finally together pulled them toward her mouth as she showed her teeth.

“Greg found that he liked to bite them both at once; he had never done that before.”

Dropping her hands to her crotch, Laura pinched her swollen closed lips with pride.

“You haven’t seen me like this for seven months. I have been keeping me to myself, keeping me with Greg to myself. I had to do that Baby. I had to keep Greg to myself for me; I needed to have Greg alone. I will not apologize for my need. I will not apologize for taking my need. I will say I am sorry for the torture I put you through. I had to, it was necessary for me, but I am sorry my need put you through hell.”

“Being home does not mean your affair with Greg is over, does it?”

“No Baby, but it does mean that I will never leave you and shut you out again. I will stay with Greg, live with Greg from time to time. I may even be his wife again in our way; I am sure there will be times I want to be his wife completely. I am just as sure there will be times he calls, and I will go to him. I will never shut you out again the way I have for the past months. I won’t ever need to do that again.”

Dan looked deeply into this complex woman who was his wife.

She has just given a soliloquy of love, a soliloquy of love and independence, love for two men, and independence for herself. I think she just said I have been moved back to first place; if there can ever be a first place in Laura’s life other than she. Can I live with that?



“There just might be a little bit of what Greg left behind these swollen lips; do you want to go to the bedroom with me and look for it?”