0 comments/ 10520 views/ 0 favorites Election Night By: doones I walked in the door, carrying the bag from our favourite Chinese restaurant, knowing for sure that I'd be too tired to cook anything real for dinner. The weeks leading up to Election Day had been busy, to say the least. Our time together seemed to pass in too brief conversations early in the morning, or late at night. I vowed to make up for the last month, beginning tonight. You were already home, changed into jeans and a tshirt for bumming around the house. I walked to the big leather chair that wrapped around your body and gave you a soft kiss on the lips. "Hi hon. ready for the big night," I asked with a chuckle. "Sure baby. Just making myself comfortable, and watching the last of the non election coverage I'm going to get tonight," was your laughing reply. My laugh carries over the bannister as I climb the steps to change also. You hear the thump of my keys in my pants pocket hit the floor, and then the steps as I cross the bedroom pulling on an outfit similar to yours, but without socks. You see my bare feet, then my legs and finally the blue tshirt drop into your view. I look over the railing, to see you looking back at me and smiling. I return the smile warmly, and walk across the living room floor and sit playfully on your lap. You push me off, laughing, and switch seats. I can feel your cute ass pushing into me, teasing me lightly. "mmmm you know that I love it when you do that baby," I intone, nibbling lightly on your earlobe. You jump off my lap, and swat at my shoulder. "None of that. I'm hungry, and you'll need your energy tonight!" We laugh and joke our way through dinner, knowing that the last month of almost exile from each other is finally done. After tossing the dishes in the sink, with barely a rinse, I grab your hand and lead you up to our big brass bed. "But, honey, you'll miss the election returns," you say in sarcastic resistance. I glare at you and come back quickly, "oh, the good stuff won't start till after the polls close at 8. We have some time." I planted a deep kiss on your lips, sliding my tongue between your lips, slowly swirling around your mouth, tasting you, and savoring the almost desperate press of our lips against each other. The pressure growing until it almost hurt in a blissful embrace of love and longing. I take a step back from the kiss, and lift your shirt over your head. Taking a brief moment to drink in the sight of your lovely breasts, standing proud and tall, inviting my mouth to them. I stop lifting your shirt, with it covering your face, and pinning your arms above your head. I lean in, and nibble gently on your nipple. My tongue swiriling around it, while it's held in my teeth, gently teasing, slowly circling and feeling it get harder and harder. I work across your chest to the other nipple, and tug on it gently with my teeth, biting down a little harder until I hear that moan of bliss escape your lips. I pull your shirt the rest of the way over your head and let you watch as my tongue and teeth dance across the tight flesh of your nipple. You smile down at me as my fingers work their way over the front of your jeans, unbuttoning them. I slide my tongue down your stomach, tracing a wet trail down your flat tummy. I pause to tease your navel, working your belly bar around my tongue, and seeing the little wave of pleasure that crosses your face. I grip the zipper of your jeans in my teeth, and slowly tug it down, revealing yet another sexy silk thong. "mmmmm green. my favourite colour. I love it sweetness," I say with a little flick of my tongue over the silk. I push you down onto the cotton sheets atop our bed, my clothed body covering your naked form for a moment, and then rolling off. I slowly lick my way down your chest, carefully paying attention to the underside of your lovely tits, slowly licking all the way around them, working my tongue inexorably down you. I grab your panties in my teeth, and begin to tug them down. Switching sides, pulling on them just a little more, each time. My teeth teasingly graze against the smooth flesh of your legs, licking slowly around your knees, nibbling on the back of them, gently blowing away the wet trails left by my teeth and lips. I roll you over, onto your back, and sit on top of you. "Now, don't go anywhere," I say with a tone in my voice that you know and love. I all but jump off you, race downstairs, and you hear me flipping open the microwave, the beep when it's done, and then me taking the steps two at a time to get back to you. "What...." you begin. "Just relax, love," I interrupt with a smile in my voice. You shrug closer to the pillows, and settle in comfortably onto the bed. You can hear my footsteps as I walk slowly around the room, and the gentle click of the CD player, as I put in our CD. You hear my jeans fall to the ground, my tshirt being pulled over my head. Then you again feel the comforting weight of me sitting atop you. The silk of my boxers brushes seductively against your firm ass. For a moment, there's nothing. Then, you feel it. A warm drop falls in the middle of your back. Then another, another. Soon it's a steady stream of warmth making a trail down the middle of your back. My fingers slide down the warm trail I'd just left, and you realise that I've warmed the massage oil. A contented sigh escapes your mouth. I begin working your back, slowly kneading from the center around to your sides. Gently pushing the stress of your day from you, working in slow circles, covering every part of your back, your shoulders, your neck with the heated oil. Smoothly rubbing it into you, my fingers feel as if they are everywhere on you. I lay forward, my chest pressing against your back, and slowly drip the oil onto your arms. My lips brush past your ear, nibbling lightly. You can feel the hardness of my cock, covered in silk, pressed between your lovely ass cheeks. For a moment, I don't move, simply savoring you, your smell, the feel of my body against you, the nearness of you. My fingers wrap around yours, slowly rubbing up each of them, kneading over the palm of your hand, up your forearms, feeling your bicep, your tricep, firmly working the oil into your skin, teasing you with each slow movement of my fingers over your body. With a little kiss on your cheek, i sit up, and turn around. I lift your foot, and begin to massage it. Taking my time, slowly working on each toe, the sole, and then up to your lovely leg. Smoothly stroking your calf. I lift your leg a bit higher, and kiss your calf, the back of your knees again, tasting the oil on my tongue, and let my fingers explore higher up the back of your leg. My hands slide between your legs, making sure that I brush the outside of your pussy with them. I have one hand on each of your legs, just below the crease of your lovely ass, my fingers between your legs, just barely brushing aginst the outer walls of your pussy. I can feel you beginning to squirm, and see the goosebumps rise on your body. I pull my hands from between your legs, massaging up your firm, round ass. My fingers dig into the strong flesh, teasing you even further. I slide off you, and roll you over. "Time for the other side, dearest," I say with a lust filled grin. "Oh, my, I think it is," you reply. Your hands reach down, and one of them starts teasing my cock through the silken fabric. The other reaches deep into your pussy, strokes in and out a few times, and pulls out. You offer me one finger, and sit up to take the other in your mouth. We suck on your fingers, tasting you on them, a mere preview of what's to come. I pull your finger from my mouth, and push you back down on the bed. I hold the massage oil about three inches above your navel, and let a few drops fall from it. I start with small circles around your navel, slowly expanding, until my fingers brush the top of your pussy, and graze the underside of your breasts. My slow, strong strokes pulling the tension out of you. I slide my well oiled hands up, over your breasts, and push my palm against your nipples. I can feel them harden, almost instantly, in response. It's enough to send a thrill through both of us. I slide myself down you, my hands continuing to work over your nipples. My tongue, without warning, slips into your pussy. With long, deep strokes, I begin licking you, fucking your pussy with my tongue. My fingers tighten around your nipples, pinching them, they seem to get even harder under my fingers. I can hear your breathing increase as my tongue works in and out of you. I make sure, at the end of each stroke, to slip all the way out of you, and lick up over your clit, back down, and then drive my tongue deeply into your pussy. I can see your body reacting to me, hips arching and bucking, your hands pulling down, one slips into my hair, pulling me deeper into you, and the other begins to work your clit in time with my strokes. I keep my hands kneading your lovely tits, keeping the nipples firm and erect. My tongue probes inside you, finding your gspot, and I push on it, slowly licking back and forth over it, teasing you, pleasing you. I press my chin harder against you, looking for that last little bit that will do it. My tongue darting feverishly in and out of you, responding to the quickening pace of your fingers on your clit. The sight is almost more than I can handle, and as you look down, you can see me grinding my cock against the firm bed. You work your clit harder, and call out with a shout of pure extacy, "I'm cumming!!!!!" I greedily lap at you, tasting the orgasm, feeling your pussy quiver, seeing your body tense as I drink your orgasm up. I'm barely done cleaning your legs, when you pull at my hair again, dragging me up your body, to kiss me deeply. I return the kiss with passion and hunger, and hear you growl, "I want you inside me...NOW!" I slip out of my boxers, letting you see my freshly shaved balls, standing hard and proud for you. I slide slowly into you at first, then move faster. My lips lock over your nipple, sucking on it firmly, my tongue flicking over it with each thrust inside you. I can feel your hand grabbing my ass and making me move faster, harder, deeper. With each stroke inside you, my cock pulses. I can feel the wetness from your last orgasm on my skin, how tight and strong you are with me inside you. Each stroke is bliss, chasing the crashing wave of orgasm. I feel your strong legs grab me, holding me deep inside you. I can feel your pussy grip, and release me, over and over again, I can see the pleasure building up inside you, preparing to explode. With one final thrust, all the way into you, you lift your hips off the bed, and let me fill you totally. Your moans of pleasure deepen, matching mine in intensity, and, at the same time, we both cry out to each other. "YEESSSSSSSSSSSSS" I cum deep in you, and feel the rocking waves of your orgasm milking the last drops of my cum from my cock. You pull me down on top of you, the sweat and oil mixing to form a glistening layer over your body and mine. We kiss, our lips touching, our tongues racing, our hearts pounding, me still inside you, slowly softening, feeling your body against mine. "I've missed this my dearest," I whisper through the kiss. "Me too, baby. Glad your busy season is over," is the breathy reply. We collapse against each other, holding tightly for a moment, simply smiling and savoring the release. Election Night Tension My husband Chris has a strong personality. More like dominant. He's always the boss. To spice up our sex, he often gets me to take bets or enter little contests that he ALWAYS wins. The penalty is usually an evening as his sexual servant, sometimes a weekend. I don't mind losing a bet, but I do mind never winning! It didn't start out that way. Early on, we would bet five dollars, or we'd say the winner would get to pick the movie we were going to see that night. I used to win some of these contests back then. But as the stakes grew, he started winning more and more. Once in a long while nowadays, I'll win a bet. But when I win, he always seems to worm his way out of paying. Of course, when he wins, there is no way for me to worm my way out. Chris always does a little something to make sure I know I lost and that he is the boss. Usually it's something really embarrassing, often involving me getting naked. It gets his juices flowing for sure, so I guess I don't mind. Just, why can't I ever win? It's not fair. About a month before the election, we got into this big argument about our Thanksgiving Day plans. I wanted to go somewhere and Chris wanted to have his idiot buddies over to watch football or something. We were still arguing over Thanksgiving the next day when we started another argument about politics. Eventually we agreed to let the election decide it. Since we were voting for opposing parties, whoever's guy won would get what they wanted. It killed two birds with one stone. About a day later, Chris was up to no good again. He got me going about how the President was going to be re-elected, and how wrong I was for wanting to vote for John Kerry. I always get angry when he talks politics because he's NEVER wrong and he WON'T SHUT UP! He challenged me to "raise the stakes" in our little bet. He proposed that whoever lost the bet would have to spend that following weekend as the other's servant. I agreed. What a jerk! Of course, I knew Chris would try to worm his way out of it if he lost. And he WAS GOING TO LOSE! So this time I raised the stakes. We have a neighbor who's often said he'd be willing to buy Chris' beloved sports car if he was willing to sell. I said I would only take the bet if he agreed to my terms: if he lost, he WOULD be my servant or else I would sell his car to the neighbor! That got Chris thinking. It's a long and slow process, trust me. But eventually he agreed. About a week later, I was on the phone with my girlfriend Sarah. We've been friends since high school. I was the leader of our "in-crowd" back then and Sarah was my reliable sidekick. It's amazing that we've stayed friends all these years. Anyway, as I said, we were talking on the phone when she laid this little jaw-dropper on me: she said she was going to vote for Bush! I couldn't believe it. Sarah? Voting for Bush? I berated her! I argued and argued, but she wouldn't budge. We spent a half hour on the topic before we calmed down and were chatting again about other things. So, one piece of gossip led to another and then... I told her about my bet with Chris. I couldn't help it. You know, gossip. She looked surprised at first. "Like, sexual servant?" She asked. "Well, you know, kind of..." I answered. "But Chris doesn't take it too far." After a little chit-chat, Sarah told me her husband was going to vote for Kerry. I thought, finally some sanity around here! Then she said she would see if he was up for a bet. The weekend before the election, I talked to our neighbor about selling him Chris' car. We agreed on a low price, one that had the neighbor smiling from ear to ear. I told him we were almost ready to sell the car and if we were in agreement, I would call him the following Sunday night with the final word. Chris and I just needed to talk it over one last time to be sure we wanted to sell, I told him. Our neighbor agreed immediately. On election day morning, Chris and I were taunting each other badly. At first it was kind of playful, but by the time we were leaving the house for work I was steaming mad! Chris acted like I was SUCH an idiot for wanting to vote for Kerry. I hate the tone he takes with me when he talks politics. Then he said he had already told his buddies he would be over to watch football on Sunday, totally ignoring the fact that if Kerry won the election, he would be my slave and wouldn't be able to go. I couldn't wait to win this bet! I left work early to vote. The lines were long and I was psyched to see that. I got home late afternoon and took a shower. I turned on the television and was very pleased to hear that there was record turnout in "the key states." The more the turnout, the better for me! Then I talked to a friend Carla, who has a friend who has another friend who knows someone in the Democratic Party. And let's just say the word was very encouraging. She also told me the Democrats were talking on the news about how well things were going, another sign the night was ours. Chris came home a half hour later. I put on a political news station. The kind he calls "left wing" or something stupid like that. But Mr. Big Mouth wasn't talking a big game all of a sudden. He knew it wasn't looking good for his Republican idols. He dropped his bag and sat down to watch. You had to see the pain in his eyes. It's not easy watching your candidate go down in flames! And even worse to have your wife rub it in. "I bet you'll be a great servant." I told him. He started changing the conversation, then tried to deny we had that bet. But I was ready, I told him he WAS going to follow that bet, or else his car would be sold! I then informed him about the arrangement with our neighbor. "You WOULDN'T!" He exclaimed. Oh, but yes I would! At 6pm, it was looking so bad for the Republicans that I made Chris an offer. If he went ahead and began his servitude that night, I would consider forgoing the weekend service. That way he wouldn't miss his big Sunday get-together with his football buddies. At first he said no, but then my friend-of-a-friend called again and told me the winner was definitely going to be Kerry. I told him this was his last chance. "Here's the deal, Chris. If you strip down to your boxers and ask me nicely, I may let you free for the weekend. But you have to do it now!" He looked at the television and video of all those people in line in Florida, and then he looked at me. I kept pushing him to accept his fate. "What will your buddies say, 'oh Chrissy-pooh can't come out to play!'" He looked back at the television two more times, stunned that he was losing this bet and couldn't get out of it. Then he said he accepted. "Start stripping!" I ordered. "And then we'll talk about if I'm going to let you free this Sunday." My husband is rather cute. He's not very tall, but he's really fit. I guess that's the upside of his sports obsession! He undressed slowly, agonizing through every minute. I enjoyed the show. When he was down to his boxers, a little bulge was starting down below. Gee, how did I know that would happen? I told him to sit down at the dining table. He pulled a chair and sat. I sat down next to him. "So Chris, do you want to watch football on Sunday with your buddies?" I talked with this condescending tone. It was great. I was finally in charge! "Yes..." "Hmmm... I'm considering it..." I looked up at the ceiling like I was in deep thoughts. "What do you mean Kristin?" He actually thought I was going to take it easy on him! He was way wrong about that. "I just need to hear you say some things, and then I'll let you go on Sunday..." "What do you mean?" "Chris, who's your daddy?" "Kristin..." "CHRIS! Don't make me sell your car..." "But..." "Chris, who is your daddy?" "What do you mean?" Chris was genuinely confused, so I casually pointed at the television screen where video of John Kerry was playing. Suddenly Chris understood. "Say it or your buddies will call you pussy-whipped when you can't come out to play on Sunday..." Chris turned bright red with embarrassment. He looked around for a way out of this. There was no way out. "...John Kerry is my daddy..." I sat back and crossed a leg. I pressed my jeans flat with my hands casually. "One more time, Chris, and louder." I flipped my flip-flops around while I waited for him to speak up this time. "John Kerry is my daddy!" I smiled triumphantly. He looked so hot in his boxers, doing as I told him to do. He has these cute little hairs that form a little pathway to his cock. I leaned forward. "Move your hands!" I ordered, and he pulled them away from his lap. I unbuttoned his boxers and pushed down on them until his dick sprang up through the front hole. "Very good, Chris! Now if you admit one more thing, I'll let you have your Sunday. Are you listening?" He was probably half listening, because I was running my finger up and down his hardening shaft. He snapped to attention. "Are you LISTENING?" "Yes!" "Good, tell me Chris, who's my bitch?" Chris wasn't confused by the question. He had this amazing expression. He had never done anything quite this humiliating to me. It shocked him that I could be this way. "...I am..." "I am what? Say it!" "...I am your bitch!" At that moment, it felt a rush of adrenaline. I clicked off the television with the remote control and ordered Chris to the living room couch. He protested, but gave up when I told him he was down to his last warning. I turned on the living room television, but turned down the sound. I kicked off my flip-flops and sat on the couch next to my nearly-naked husband. That needed to change. "Take off your boxers, Chris!" Chris pulled his boxers from underneath him. We have a nice plush leather couch, which probably felt cold to Chris's naked butt. I told Chris to turn and face me. He turned my way, pulling one bent leg up onto the couch and leaving the other stretched down to the floor. His crotch opened up. His cock, which had started to deflate, began to re-inflate as he faced his wife, naked and vulnerable. I turned to face him also. It's not everyday you get to sit and observe your husband naked from head to toe. I realized that at that moment. After looking over my prize, I pulled some pillows behind me, leaned back onto them and reached my foot between his legs and up to his cock. I began rubbing under his balls with my toe, and then up his cock. Then I started giving orders. First things first, I told Chris he would gather the laundry and put it in the wash. Naked! Then he would sweep the dining room and living room. Naked! And then, if he survived my inspection, he would re-join me on the couch. I stood up and ordered him off to work. When he stood up, I gave him a slap on the ass before he ran off to do his chores. Watching my naked husband carrying laundry around and then sweeping, seeing his dick swinging with each step, will be burned in my memory forever. It was enough to distract me from the Lifetime channel, which I enjoyed while Chris ran around cleaning. When he was finished his chores, I inspected. Honestly, he had done a good job! Men aren't so useless after all! I ordered him back to the couch. I again told Chris to turn and face me. He turned my way as before, pulling one bent leg up onto the couch. I reached my foot in towards his dick again. "Do you like my feet, Chris?" I began to rub his dick with my toe. It sprang to full erection. Chris' breathing was halting from excitement. "...yes..." I kept rubbing and his cock grew harder and harder. My foot on Chris' cock was a rare sight indeed! I pushed my foot all around his cock, then teased the head where secretion was starting. Up and down, I ran my foot all over his cock. When I had him hot and getting hotter, I pushed my foot up to his chest. "Kiss!" Chris was really turned on! He didn't say a word. He just cupped my foot with both hands and held it up for a kiss. There is nothing as sensual as your husband lightly kissing the top of your feet and toes, trust me. You feel the heat of his breathing, the touch of his nose and the softness of his lips in a way you'll never feel any other way. He kissed my foot tenderly, looking at it the whole time, and then looked back at me as if to ask if that was good enough. I nodded and he lay my foot back down between his legs. I resumed the massage. Chris' eyes began to close. I started teasing him verbally, driving him over the top. "Tell me it feels good, Chris!" "...It feels good!" Up and down, not too fast and not too slow, up and down... "It feels so-o-o good!" I demanded "It feels so-o-o-o good!" The secretion ran down his shaft. It felt like rubbing my toe in moisturizer. "Who's my bitch?" "...I am your bitch!" I ran my toe along his wet shaft, each time making his leg jerk. "Again!" "I am your bitch!" I pulled my foot away and leaned forward. Chris came out of his zone temporarily. I took his cock into my hand. I kissed him on the forehead, and then the cheek. I started pumping his cock with nice long strokes, each one a little faster. "Who's cock is this?" "It's yours!" A little kiss on the neck. I stroked a little faster. "Say 'Kristin owns my cock'" "...Kristin owns my cock..." "Again!" "Kristin owns my cock!" He was ready to go. "Say 'Kristin is my Queen!'" "Kristin is my Queen!" "Louder!" "KRISTIN IS MY QUEEN!!!" He was one stroke from exploding at that moment, when suddenly the phone rang. There is bad timing and then there's bad timing... This was the worst! We let it go to voicemail and then turned to get back to business, but then it rang again. Annoyed, I answered if only to stop the ringing. It was Sarah. I was instantly aggravated. Looking at my naked husband, I decided to have some more fun with Chris. So I told her I told her I was a little busy, and I told her to talk to Chris. Now this was totally innocent as far as Sarah was concerned, of course, because she didn't know that Chris was stark naked when he picked up the phone. But it was obviously awkward and embarrassing for Chris. I sat back down on the couch and watched him fidget awkwardly while talking to her. As he spoke, he occasionally glanced down at his dick, as though Sarah could see it pointing forward like a canon. It was quite a sight! In fact, I barely paid attention to what he was actually saying until I heard him say "Really? Are you sure?" My eyes jumped from his cock to his eyes at that moment. Then he said "You think they'll call Florida soon?" Chris' eyes shot to mine. His look wasn't of someone who'd been defeated. I thought to myself, "Oh Shit! Don't tell me Kerry might lose?" "What is going on?" I asked, fearful of the answer. "Put the news back on!" Chris answered. He wasn't taking orders all of a sudden. When Chris reached for his clothes, I got a sinking feeling in my stomach. I scrambled to change the channel back to the news. The tone had definitely changed. They were talking about how Bush officials had begun speaking again and Kerry's people had stopped. "Oh no..." the words escaped my lips in a whisper. Chris continued talking to Sarah while putting his clothes back on. I watched the news in silent panic. Chris finished talking to Sarah and hung up the phone. As he pulled his shirt back on, I tried talking to him, hoping he wasn't angry. "Chris... I..." But he just looked at me, his eyes telling me not to bother trying to get out of the bet now. I nervously watched the election coverage until, 20 minutes later, the newscaster came on with an announcement. Florida was ready to be called. My heart fell into the pit of my stomach. We needed Florida badly! The electoral vote count was too close without it! I grabbed a pillow from the couch and squeezed the tension into it. The announcer came on... 'We are going to call Florida for...' 'PLEASE SAY KERRY! PLEASE SAY KERRY! PLEASE SAY KERRY!' I thought to myself. Chris tensed up also as the moment of truth arrived. '... BUSH!' Chris pumped his fist in triumph. I just dropped my head in disappointment. Before either of us could talk, the phone rang. Chris jumped up to answer. It was Sarah. The two of them hooted and hollered for a good half hour while I watched the television in shock and disbelief. How could this have happened??? This was unfathomable! Chris was like a kid in a candy store. I listened to him talking to Sarah... "I know! We were so dead and now we've got them!" "Oh, I can't believe they were so stupid!" "... oh yeah, those exit polls are total crap!" "...oh your husband is out with his Democrat friends?" "I would LOVE to be there right now!!!" "Yeah, they must be crying!!!" Yada-yada-yada, they went on. They hadn't won anything yet, I told myself. When they finished talking, I jumped on the phone to talk to my Democrat friend-of-a-friend Carla. We traded expressions of shock at the Florida vote and worried openly about the Ohio vote. I looked nervously at Chris, and he mouthed back at me "You're MINE!!!" I quickly looked back at the television screen. I told Carla "I NEED Ohio, badly!" She laughed and said she had never heard me care this much about an election. I thought to myself 'If she only knew!' We finished talking and I sat down to watch the results. It was sometime after twelve midnight by then. It didn't take long before the guy came back on the television. 'We are ready to make a call on Ohio.' The world stood still at that moment. Or more like my world! But Ohio could save me! O-H-I-O, four little letters, this big state with a small population.... I had never even been there, but I was learning all these things about the state from the news, like the Democrats were in Cleveland and the Republicans were everywhere else in that state! Chris and I leaned forward in desperation to hear our guy's name. 'It goes to... 'PLEASE!!!' again, clutching the pillow. 'Mr. BUSH!' At that, my husband jumped out of his chair in triumph. I dropped my face into my awaiting hands. What had just happened??? The country had let me down!!! What was with Ohio??? I wondered. Chris jumped around for a minute and then settled down. And then he said, softly, "You have a long night ahead of you..." I looked up to protest, but the phone started ringing. Just as well. What could I say anyway? I was going to pay, and pay long and hard for this. Me and my stupid friend with the inside contact!!! Look at the mess I was in now! It was Sarah on the phone. She and Chris celebrated while I wallowed in anger and frustration with Florida and Ohio. I was lost in these thoughts when I noticed Chris say something to Sarah. "...what do you mean this gets me out of trouble?" It sounded like she was mentioning our bet! "Oh NO!" I thought. I tried to interrupt. "Chris... I..." But he continued talking to Sarah. "...oh, she mentioned the bet, did she?" He looked at me like now I was really in trouble! I shook my head as if to say no, but Sarah kept yapping away. "...oh she told you the prize, huh?" I had no idea what to do! I ran up to Chris with eyes pleading for forgiveness. I could hear Sarah talking and felt my knees bend under me from agony and helplessness. "Well, you might like to know Sarah, that Kristin started cashing in on her prize earlier this evening..." What was he doing??? I started whispering "no, Chris, stop it!" but he kept going. "...and now she's in real trouble." "Chris, stop it! That's my best friend!" Chris looked at me, distracted for a moment, but then re-engaged in conversation. "Oh yeah..." How could I make this conversation stop??? "uh-huh..." What did that mean??? I wanted to unplug the phone! "I tell you what, Sarah, since you know all about this, why don't you come over and help me cash in my prize?" Election Night Tension WHAT WAS HE DOING??? "Chris, NO!" I said, trying to intervene, but he didn't care. "Sure, come on over... yeah... oh definitely... oh, trust me, we'll be up a while!" And then he hung up the phone. "Chris, what are you doing?" "Kristin, I just invited Sarah over to celebrate our big victory!" It sounded like he was mocking me. "But, you're not going to embarrass me in front of Sarah?" "Kristin, she's your best friend, you shouldn't keep secrets, right?" "But Chris, the bet..." Chris interrupted me at this point, asserting himself as he usually does when he wins a bet. "KRISTIN! A bet is a bet! Now stop your complaining because it won't help you. But good behavior will!" "What???" I protested. "I mean, you're going to be a good little slave tonight or else I'll come up with something really humiliating to do to you tomorrow. Do you understand?" The doorbell rang at that moment, and in walked Sarah. She and her husband lived just a few blocks away. Chris and I were both a little startled to see her, so engaged in settling our bet were we. When Chris saw her, his face lit up. He turned back to me as if to ask again, "Do we have an understanding?" I had no choice. I nodded quickly and said "Yes" softly. Satisfied, Chris turned back to our guest. Sarah was wearing a tight George Bush t-shirt and a short skirt in red-and-white stripes and red-and-white flip-flops. 'Wow, so original!' I thought to myself. Chris and Sarah jumped into a hug and started chanting "BUSH! BUSH! BUSH!" I don't know how long they chanted like idiots, but it was far too long. When they finished, they both looked at me, 'The House Liberal' as Chris calls me sometimes. Sarah asked Chris how I had taken the news, and he giggled back that she should have seen the look on my face. Sarah looked at me with a big smile. "When Kristin took the bet, I knew Kerry was going to lose!!!" And they both burst out laughing. After they'd got their little laughs at my expense out of the way, they sat down on the couch to watch the television coverage. Chris told me to sit down between them on the couch. I did as I was told. Everything was going fine for a little while. The two shared their feelings of dejection early in the day, followed by elation as the election turned in their favor. They did all this right under my nose as I sat between them pretending to focus on the television. In fact, I tuned them out for a good part of their boring conversation, until I heard Sarah say the word "bet." It sounded something like yada-yada-yada "bet, yet?" Chris answered looking straight at me. "No, and we have a lot to make up for." Now they had my attention! Sarah answered back. "What did she do?" Chris followed up. "Yeah, Kristin, why don't you tell Sarah what you tried to do to me?" I felt my face turn flush red. I could feel the heat glowing from my body. "W-w-what do you mean?" I asked, hoping he didn't want me to recount everything. "Don't be shy, Kristin. Tell Sarah what you did." I couldn't look in Sarah's direction at that moment. Chris pressed again, "Come on Kristin, what did you make me say?" I paused, and then shrugged a shoulders trying to pretend it was no big deal, just a little joke... "I... told you to say John Kerry was your daddy." Sarah gasped at the audacity of it. Chris continued. "And Kristin, what did you make me do tonight?" By this point, I wasn't so much afraid of saying what I had done as much as afraid of where this might lead. "I... told you to do the chores..." I looked over at Sarah, finally. She looked back at me with a "that's it???" look on her face. "Tell her everything, Kristin." My eyes shot down. "...naked!" Sarah let out this half-laugh, half-gasp that sounded something like "Oh-oh-ho-ho-no-o-o-o!" Chris finished her thought. "Oh yeah, and now Kristin really wants to make it up to us for all that taunting, for sharing our secret bet with you, and for collecting on a bet she didn't win. Don't you, Kristin?" How was I supposed to answer? I offered a meek "yes" with the hope that showing vulnerability would get me some slack. "Sarah, how should Kristin make up for her bad behavior?" Sarah just sat there, shaking her head, repeating the word "naked" over and over until she looked back at Chris to answer the question. "I don't know, Chris. I think she should start by telling us who's HER daddy!" Sarah giggled as she said it. I felt really strange when Sarah mocked me like that. As long as I've known Sarah, she's always followed my lead. I was always the pretty one, the popular one in school and she kind of tagged along. I'll admit that she turned into a beautiful woman over the years. She's really pretty and looks beautiful, even in a George Bush t-shirt! She has nice long legs that stretched out from her skirt. "Yeah, tell us Kristin, who's your daddy?" Chris asked with a smirk. I couldn't believe he was going to do this to me in front of Sarah! I thought about refusing to play along, in which case it might be worse the next day. Or I could run away, in which case Chris would just chase me down and bring me back. Or I could comply and hope he would be gentle with his wife. "...George Bush is my daddy..." I answered. Sarah got into the action again. "Tell us you love your President." "...I love my President!" As I said it, I noticed an electoral map showing on the television screen. I still couldn't believe we had lost! The two giggled again. Chris ordered me to go get them drinks, which I did. When I came back, they were giggling and discussing something. They stopped as I put their drinks down on the tables to the sides of the couch. Chris told me to sit back down between them. "Kristin, Sarah and I just realized you must feel out of place here with two Republicans, huh?" Sarah continued before I could answer. "I mean, here I am with George Bush written all over me, and you're just not in the swing of things." Then Chris... "yeah, so we're going to let you get in the spirit of things... spin around and put your feet up on the couch facing Sarah!" "W-w-what are you going to do?" I asked nervously. "KRISTIN!" Chris warned with a single word. So I did as I was told. As I turned, Chris told me to kick off my flip-flops, which I did. Then I put my bare feet in front of Sarah, who turned to look at me. I felt Chris' hands give me support in the back. I looked nervously at both of them, who grinned in each others' directions. Sarah reached into her pocketbook and pulled out her lipstick, and then grabbed hold of my right foot. "Since you love your President so much, let's proclaim your love right here!" My jaw dropped open as Sarah wrote a giant "W" onto the top of my right foot. And then the left. It was a simple thing, but I believed at that moment that this had to be worse than doing the chores naked. I looked at my pretty feet and the giant "W" on each, then looked up at a smiling Sarah, who seemed to enjoy my humiliation. I'll admit that I've occasionally fantasized about being at Sarah's bidding. Something about this little puppy-like tag along reversing the roles on me just turned me on. The fantasy came straight to my mind at that moment, but in the moment I didn't want to live the fantasy! It was just a fantasy. In the real world, I was the cool one and she was lucky to be my friend, even now! "Who's your President, Kristin?" mocked Sarah. I responded with spite. "He's NOT my President!" Chris spoke up at that moment. "Really??? Sounds like Kristin needs some convincing! Don't you, Sarah?" Sarah got an evil little grin on her face. "Definitely, Chris! What do you have in mind?" "Well Sarah, since getting me naked was part of Kristin's little tour as Queen, I think turnabout is fair play!" "Definitely!" "W-w-what? No, Chris..." I tried to interrupt. "I mean, it's really not a big deal. I've seen my wife naked. And you've seen her naked a million times at the gym, right Sarah?" Sarah looked at me as though there were more to her answer than I realized... "Yes, I have..." "I think that's a good idea. Go ahead and start with her jeans..." Sarah leaned forward to unbutton my jeans, but I pushed her hands away. "NO!" Then Chris leaned forward and said into my ear, just loud enough for Sarah to half-hear. "Do it or I'll subway you right here and now..." My eyes widened and I took a deep breath. I must have turned five shades of red at that moment. "Subway" was his little code word for when he pulls down my pants, pulls me over his knee and spanks my naked butt! He thinks it's funny because it's like he's slamming the bread down on a sandwich, get it? A subway sandwich? Stupid as that is, at least Sarah didn't know what it meant and I wanted it to stay that way! Sarah hadn't quite heard and looked confused. I stuttered again as I responded, "o-o-okay, okay..." And then Chris nodded to Sarah, who leaned forward and began unbuttoning my jeans. She pulled my jeans off slowly. I noticed what a nice soft touch Sarah had as she pulled my jeans down my legs. Chris then began pulling my top off. I tried to speak in protest, but I couldn't find words to stop this. Sarah rubbed a finger along my foot and looked at me as if to say 'shhh... stay calm...' "After you..." Chris told Sarah when he had pulled my shirt completely off. I was down to my bra and panties. Sarah grabbed my left ankle and pulled it up and out wide, and then slid in between my legs to get closer, resting my ankle on her lap when she was situated. She grabbed the lipstick again. I can only describe as excruciating the feeling of being completely out of control as I watched her hands reach up to my bra and unhook it from the front. As my breasts tumbled out, I felt my body search for enough oxygen to keep functioning... Leaning slightly back into Chris' supporting arms, I looked up at Sarah, who had the look of someone who had been waiting for this day for a long time. "Let's just give you a little reminder of who won tonight..." Sarah cupped one breast into her hand. Her thumb rested over my nipple. She pulled the lipstick up to my naked tit and began to write. As she did, her thumb rubbed my nipple ever so slightly, so softly, and so unnoticeably that even Chris couldn't realize it from behind me. My legs began to do these little twitches as Sarah subtly teased my nipple. She smiled, knowing what she was doing to me. I watched her delicately write out the word O-H-I-O. I felt my husband's hand wrap around to my belly as Sarah moved to my other breast. As she wrote out F-L-O-R-I-D-A, again she teased my nipple so that they both now rose to attention. At one point, she even gave it a little pinch while she dotted the "i". I grabbed onto Chris' hand for comfort. Sarah finished and leaned back a few inches to observe her work. Chris kissed me on the side of my neck, sending chills down to the W's on my feet. Sarah put her hand on my thigh and then asked simply, "Who's your President?" "...Mr. BUSH!" I answered quickly. Chris leaned in. Rubbing my belly slightly, he said "Say you love your President Bush..." "...I love my President Bush..." I answered, responding to his stroke. "You love your Bush!" he continued. I didn't even realize the double-entendre when I quickly responded "I love my Bush!" But they did. Chris began a little exchange with Sarah. "See Sarah, she loves her Bush!" "She sure does!" Sarah purred back. "Well, let's see her Bush!" I tried to interrupt. "No, I meant..." But Sarah overrode me. "Yes, let's see her Bush!" Sarah slid back out from between my legs and then began pulling my panties out from under me. Chris leaned in and kissed me on the neck again, and then up near my ear. I felt warm in his arms. Throwing my panties to the floor, Sarah slid back between my legs. I keep my pussy hair neatly trimmed. Sarah immediately noted. "Such a neat little Bush!" she exclaimed. And then moved in with the lipstick. I clenched onto Chris' hand tighter than ever as Sarah began to write. I could not watch. Sarah wrote slowly, drawing out each character. Her left hand started on my right thigh for stability, but as she finished the first letter, she moved her left hand onto my pussy as if focused on good handwriting. As she wrote the second letter with her right hand, her left thumb rubbed over my pussy lips! Shocked at first, I began to squirm. Chris couldn't see what was happening from behind me. As I twisted, he gripped me tighter, restricting my movement! On the third letter, her thumb peeled open my pussy lips and a finger found its way over my clit. I was too mortified to say anything. I glanced quickly at Sarah, but she did not even look at me. She just focused on the letters. But she had to sense it on her thumb. I was wet! She had to feel it under her finger. I was aroused! And she had to see it just below her lettering. The wetness was running down my pussy! She finished the word and pulled her hands away slowly, getting a last touch of my private area. I could not even look at Sarah, but I had to see what she had written. I leaned forward slightly and then saw the letters, just above my pubic hair: B-U-S-H. Sarah and Chris nodded in each others' direction. Chris started talking. "I think she's learned her lesson." "Let's see if she has, Chris. Who's your President, Kristin?" "...President Bush..." I answered without looking up. I just stared at the W on my foot in Sarah's lap. She continued. "And you love Bush, don't you, Kristin?" She was teasing me. Chris seemed to enjoy it, but did he understand her double-meaning? "... yes, I love Bush..." I answered, fearful that she would share with Chris what she had felt down below. "And who's the Vice President, Kristin?" Where was she going with this? I wondered. "...Dick Cheney..." I answered. "And do you love Dick too?" At least that one didn't get by me, but I had to answer. "...yes, I love Dick too..." "So you love Bush and you love Dick?" I wondered if Chris understood any of this. I grabbed onto his hand, wishing he would rescue me from her taunts. "...yes, I love Bush and I love Dick..." Sarah then put her hand on my knee. "And which do you love more, Kristin, Bush or Dick?" I felt my world spin at that moment. I squeezed Chris' hand. He reassured me, innocently perhaps, naively probably, "...go ahead, Kristin, it's ok to like one more than the other..." I paused, rubbing my thumb on Chris' manly hands, enjoying the strong feeling of his arms, remembering the little stubble that nudged my shoulder as he kissed my neck. I looked Sarah straight in the eyes, "I love Dick more!" Sarah smiled. Chris reached up and twinkled my ear. "Sounds like you're an old school Republican after all!" I turned slightly, dragging my leg back across Sarah's lap to face my husband. I whispered in his ear, "I want you, now... please fuck me now!" Chris looked confused for a moment, and then got the picture. "Well Sarah, I think our work is done here. I think we've got a vote for the Republicans in 2008!" Sarah smiled in agreement. Chris continued. "We better end our little game with Kristin here. It's getting late." Sarah understood. "I agree. My husband will be home soon, and he'll be just as disappointed as you were, Kristin!" Chris chirped back. "Oh yes he will!" Just before sliding away from me, Sarah took my left foot in her hand. "Look at that. None of it rubbed off onto your couch! Lucky you Chris!" "Yup!" And then she looked at me. Sarah leaned forward and pulled some loose hair away from my eyes. "No hard feelings, huh Kristin?" My answer was genuine, although I knew we'd never be the same again. "No hard feelings, Sarah." Chris walked Sarah to the door. Naked as I was, I stayed on the couch until my husband came back for me. I sat up straight when he approached. He stopped before me and began to disrobe. He cock was huge, and pulsing hard. When he was fully naked, I jumped up into his arms. We couldn't resist each other at that moment. We groped each other while spinning and then fell onto the couch again. Chris fell backwards onto the couch, and I on top of him. I giggled and told him I loved him. He reached up and squeezed my tits. I sat up straight, reached around behind me and grabbed onto his cock, positioned it and then closed my eyes as I pushed down on it. I felt every inch of its progress into my pussy. I'll never forget that feeling. His cock never felt so good as it did that night. His cock filled me, completed me. Chris fucked me long and hard. We fucked like animals. We fucked until the couch was ruined with red lipstick.