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Chapter Twenty-Three – Laura with Dan, Plus Artsy Dan answered the telephone in the middle of the third ring: Hi Baby, I am just calling to confirm my travel plans . . . Yes, I am still on the red eye . . . I will see you Thursday morning before you go to work . . . I love you too, Baby. Save a kiss for me and maybe a little bit more. Bye bye. The red eye flight that carried Laura home from San Francisco left on time and benefited from a tail wind. Hers was the first plane to land in the morning; the captain parked at the gate a full fifteen minutes before the official earliest landing time the airport authority allowed. First class and no checked baggage meant Laura was at her doorstep at six-thirty; the light at the door was lit for her. She tried the door knob and it turned. That was always Dan’s way of welcoming her home, whether business trip or time with Greg, the door to Dan’s life and heart was always open for her. Laura checked the kitchen before heading upstairs to the bedroom where she found her husband waiting for her. Their greeting was a fervent kiss, “Ugh Baby, you need mouthwash.” “I need a quick shower too; wait right there for me.” Five minutes later Laura returned to the bedroom mostly clean, and mostly dry. Dan was ready and waiting for her. “I’ve missed you Baby, I need you just like this. Let me do the work.” Laura made her announcement as she settled on her husband’s cock. She rocked forward and back, she swiveled with a twist, and she lifted only to slam down hard. Dan tried to reach and participate, but Laura held him back. “Let me fuck you; let me do the work. My Baby can just enjoy us together; it has been too long.” Dan leaned back and tried to relax to control his excitement, but it had been almost three weeks with little sex. The first hard squeeze on cock from Laura’s muscles almost sucked sperm from his balls. Dan looked intently at his wife above him; her nipples looked hard and a little bruised. “Feed me some tit, Baby.” Dan sucked each in turn. He stared at the Vee between her thighs; Laura’s lips may be swollen, but they wrap my cock so tight, Dan thought to himself. “Oh yes, that feels so good; fuck me Baby, just fuck me.” Laura squeezed tight and rocked forward. Dan screamed and spewed, filling his wife with stored produce of loin. They rested still joined, and played kiss face lightly. Laura’s homecoming was satisfying for both. Dan reached between them to play with Laura’s nipples. “They aren’t terribly swollen and bruised; haven’t you taught your young lover how to rough them yet?” “Oh no, he is history. I didn’t fuck him at all this trip.” The BJ she gave Legal on arrival didn’t count to Laura; she knew she only called him because Dan was sure she would. “Let’s talk all about our last ten days tonight, it’s time for breakfast and then off to work.” > > > > – – Dan was home when Laura came through the front door with two sacks of take-out dinner. “I thought you stopped for a quickie with Greg when you called and said you were almanbahis going to be late.” “No Baby, no quickie with Greg. I’ll work something in soon, but I want to be with you right now. I don’t go back to San Francisco for a month, and we are going to spend most of this month together.” Laura earned a kiss in appreciation. “Greg will have to make do with a little less of me, but I’ll make sure I see him enough to give you a couple of special kisses.” “Want to eat on the floor in the den? That’s what I want; let’s go get into some comfy clothes.” Laura suggested Dan wear his black silk pajamas, and she put on her harem girl outfit. “We haven’t worn these in a long time.” They fed each other food and wine, and shared touches and kisses to build their appetites. “Do you have a story to tell, Scheherazade? Is that why we are in costume?” “No story, at least not much of one. Let’s start with business talk.” Laura told about entertaining the president of BL and the ideas she presented. “He really wanted to try to get you out there right away. Whatever hang ups in schedule on our side will be resolved fast. President said he was going to call your VP direct.” Dan laughed at his wife’s our side reference and told Laura the BL production VP called his boss the next day. “I am supposed to fly out with you next trip, and talk with your VP on the phone at least once a week.” “Okay, next new business subject, do we have something set up to meet with Artsy?” “Yes, sort of, either tomorrow after work, or Sunday afternoon. I wasn’t sure about scheduling tomorrow; I know you like to be with Greg Fridays.” “I like to be with Greg any day, and Fridays are nice, no work on Saturday. I want to talk with you and Artsy about BL stuff, important new things.” “What’s so hot about meeting with Artsy; I didn’t know BL had a division for women artists.” “I’m being serious Baby, don’t go silly on me. Artsy always wears the most distinctive clothes made just for her, by her friends. We have talked about her clothes before.” “Yes, we have, and I agree Artsy almost always wears one-of-a-kind clothes for openings and things like that. You want to talk about the artists who do her things?” “Yes, I do, and you are involved too.” “How me?” “I wore that pajama jumpsuit you bought when I had President and CFO to the condo. We talked about after work clothes possibly being a new line for BL. You picked that out; you have great instincts for women’s wear.” “I have this great model for inspiration.” Laura climbed onto her husband’s lap and kissed her appreciation. Dan reached for his phone and pressed his speed dial number for Artsy. “Hi Sweetheart, can I intrude on your evening for just a few minutes?” Dan offered a more complete run down of Laura’s interests. Artsy suggested they meet at The Palette at six-thirty. “I’ll wear something suitable for the fashion lady. Tell Laura she needs to dress too. No Business Lady suit.” “I’ll tell her, and I will see you Saturday evening as well. I haven’t talked with Laura about almanbahis yeni giriş that; she can always find someone to entertain her if she doesn’t want to come along.” “We are all set for tomorrow night Baby.” “Good, that’s my business news for the week; how about with you, anything special?” “Yes, but wait here just a second.” Dan returned to the den with a fresh popped champagne bottle and flutes. “You must have had a really good week”, Laura offered. “Let’s drink to the newest vice-president.” Dan held his glass high and Laura followed suit. She kissed her husband and wrapped him tight. “I had Artsy in last Friday to hang my newest office piece, plus two more from her gallery. VP insisted on making another to-do affair. Afterwards, VP, the president and I talked privately. VP is retiring later this year, Labor Day. President told me I will be name to succeed him, officially on New Year’s Day.” “That’s wonderful Mr. Vice President; you deserve it. You’re good, you’re good in business and other ways I can think of.” Laura put her glass down to congratulate Dan without spilling. “The three of us can celebrate your success tomorrow as well as talk about new business possibilities for me at BL.” “Artsy and I celebrated a little last Friday after I told her. We did spontaneous dinner and dancing.” “Good, at least you had her since you couldn’t come to San Francisco. Did you get lucky with Artsy?” Laura expected laughter and a good-natured denial, but she saw a head shake and mild frown. “Maybe a little, but not much, kiss and hug only.” “I should respect her for staying distant; my life doesn’t have room for much more right now. I don’t need the competition. She would be good for you, though, when I am busy there.” “You have been known to get busy here with Greg, and now you have your BL life.” “If Artsy would give you a good screw at least once, you would know what you’re missing.” Dan thought to himself and then voiced, “Are you sure you want me to know what I’m missing?” Before his wife could respond to Dan’s dubious question Dan continued telling of his weekend in Mrs. Patron’s bed. “I did have the favor of a lady’s bed Saturday night. Mrs. Patron and I went to the country club, and then I spent the night with her. She is an amazing woman; we have sex, and it is very fulfilling sex, but what we really share is as much a mental exchange. I don’t quite know how to explain. I am not even sure how we fell into whatever relationship we have.” “Baby, I think that woman has done wonders for your outlook. I admire the hell out of her. When I am sixty I may look for a thirty something bright guy to mentor the way she has you.” “Mentor may be the perfect word; I often feel like a student in her classroom.” > > > > – – “Okay, does that just about cover all of the business news? Want to hear about my social life in San Francisco?” “Yeah, if Young Legal is out, tell me about his replacement.” “He is a neighbor, the older man you suggested; I accidentally met him through Young Legal.” almanbahis giriş “I am not sure I suggested you try to meet anyone else, Baby.” “Sure you did Baby, you are the one who said not to waste my time trying to teach a child how to please me.” “I think you mis . . . .” “I followed your advice.” “. . . understood me.” “I met a neighbor, older, mature, more experienced.” “Okay, how and why did Young Legal introduce you to his replacement?” Laura told her story about calling Young Legal soon after she arrived in San Francisco, she told about teasing and sharing oral pleasures only, and then sending him on his way. “I walked him to the elevator to make sure he didn’t turn back. That’s when I first saw my neighbor.” “He was waiting for the elevator too?” “No, on the elevator when the door opened.” “If you had just finished screwing around with the boy, what were you wearing?” “When I saw how handsome he looked, I called out my phone number to Legal and said call me. Young Legal thought I was talking to him, I’m sure. My neighbor knew better.” “And you were wearing?” “Oh, that pretty black negligee Young Legal bought for me, the one I wore for you right here last month.” “How long did it take for your neighbor to call?” “He waited a couple of days; he was a gentleman.” “My Baby is something special, a one-of-a-kind original sexpot.” “Thank you Baby, that gets you a kiss.” Laura told about entertaining Upper Floor the first time and then going to his condo to see his playroom and balcony. “What did you wear when you entertained your new friend?” “The pink one you bought; he loved it.” “I’ll bet he did. Did you wear just that when you went to his place?” “Sure, he was with me. It was okay.” “I love you Baby; you get a kiss for your spirit.” Laura got more than a kiss. Dan used his hands to fondle everywhere, and one kiss turned into many. Finally they broke for more champagne. Laura described her neighbor’s playroom and Dan listened with rapt fascination. He seemed to be most excited by her descriptions of the different kinds of whips, much to Laura’s surprise. Dan knew that Laura would get off on the balcony as a sexual playground; she loved to show off. “Did you have him fuck you in his playroom, or on the balcony?” “Not the first time, but he cuffed me to the rail and left me on the balcony. He took my nightgown and left me in the spotlight. God how I loved it; I heard a man call out to me. He called me a whore.” Laura leaned over the edge of the sofa and pulled her harem pants to her knees. “Fuck me Baby; imagine me naked on Upper Floor’s balcony just like this. Fuck me hard the way I wanted him to fuck me.” “Did he fuck you like this?” Dan thrust hard, jabbing his cock in from behind with all of his muscle power as Laura held fast to the sofa arm. “No, he didn’t fuck me Baby, he left me there. You have to fuck me for him. Fuck me Baby, fuck me and hear the man call me whore.” Dan held his wife by her hips and fucked hard strokes; hard cock-to-cunt strokes that brought both to high pitch. Laura continued with blurbs of her story between gasps of pleasure. “Naked . . . in spotlight naked . . . only hear, somewhere in the dark . . . whore – puta – come puta . . . pussy dripping, alone in the light .