Always Faithful - Chapter Twenty-One - Sex Stories

Always Faithful - Chapter Twenty-One

... evenings Legal Counsel isn’t fucking you?” Dan’s accusation bounced; Laura laughed it off. “That was only my first trip Baby. We fucked every night that first trip, but I only fucked him twice last time. I will make time while I am in San Francisco to think about us.” For Laura, Dan’s needs fit an us context. Laura’s needs had a place in the mine folder of her mind. They talked for a while longer about time needs until Laura offered her plan. “We’ll be together here through Sunday; we can do our brunch in front of the fire or go out, your choice. I’ll go home with Greg after work Monday. You can ask for a date next weekend one night, and I will gladly say yes. By the time I get back from BL, Sunday’s might be nice enough to brunch outside. How does that sound?” Dan knew he could get more from Laura, but he wasn’t up for a fight. “It’s not much, but I will live with it; okay by me.” “At least everyone gets a little bit, Baby.” > > > > - - “I’m so glad to be back home with you darling; the last few times have seemed just visiting to me. Thank goodness Dan agreed that I could be with you until I leave for San Francisco again.” “How did you get him to say yes?” “I told Dan I would accept his request for a date Saturday night.” “I don’t know about my woman dating another man, I may put you in a chastity belt, or at least a girdle to protect my turf.” “I have a better suggestion. Fuck me so often and so good until then that I won’t even think of sex with another man, not even my ...

... husband.” “Undress and let’s get started; do a strip show for me. Imagine I am one of those three hunks at the New Year’s party, better yet your Black Adonis.” Laura turned on a private music tape in her mind; her body picked up the spirit of the song she heard. Greg’s den was her stage; she used the room and most of the furniture as props. For ten minutes she danced slowly around the room. Laura danced with an imaginary partner; twice she took her lover in her arms and danced. Both times, when Greg tried to possess, she pushed him away. Three times in her dance Laura almost removed her suit jacket, but it still hung loosely on her shoulders when she handed her skirt over to Greg. Now Laura could bend and spread her legs. The music in her mind changed tempo; she added a heavy base beat. Laura bent to a chair arm with ass cheeks high. At first panties gave modest coverage, but not for long. Greg watched as his dancer wedged all of the nylon into her crease. Bent over as she was, fully clothed except for the missing skirt, Greg saw nylons, a garter strap on each leg disappearing under upper clothing, and two bare ass-cheeks in constant motion. I have to fuck that ass and I want her now . Laura saw Greg begin to move in. “Stop, it’s my dance.” Laura straightened and removed both jacket and blouse. Her dance continued. Now she was next to her partner; Laura held his wrists away so Greg couldn’t touch. Her body was in motion only inches from her lover; she had pseudo sex with him ...