1 comments/ 20986 views/ 6 favorites Simon & the Senator's Wife By: RetroFan INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER: In New England in the spring of 1978, Senator Gary Sinclair, his beautiful wife Susannah and their adult kids Justin, Annabel and Clarissa are a good-looking, idealized family on the American political scene, the Senator standing for integrity, honesty ethics and morality. Behind the scenes, however, things are not so perfect with the Sinclair family, something Simon, a 19-year-old college student employed at their exclusive country club, finds out in a big way. Enjoy a visit back to the late 1970s, and check out my other retro submissions from the 1940s, 1960s, 1970s & 1990s, with new stories set in the early 1900s, 1920s, 1930s, 1950s & 1980s to come soon! Please rate and comment. All characters engaging in sexual activity are aged 18 & over, and all characters, events and businesses are fictional, with similarity to actual events or persons living or dead coincidental and unintentional. The story contains strong adult themes. *** THE anti-war and burn-your-bra feminism movements common to student bodies and prominent in the early 1970s had largely dissipated towards the end of that decade, however left-wing politics retained a strong presence at college campuses. With Vietnam over by two years, the left-wing students found other things to despise, and at the New England college where 18-year-old Simon Smith commenced as a freshman late in the summer of 1977, this was the nearby country club. Membership of the country club was exclusive and highly restricted, and if one had to ask how much membership fees cost, then one could not afford to belong. The left-wing student movement on campus saw the country club as a symbol of all that was wrong with America, full of elitism and snobbery, a place of evil to be reviled. Simon took little interest in student politics. He was there to study for his degree, and to play football. One thing he was interested in, however, was money, needing a part time job to pay his way. So when the country club needed versatile and enthusiastic employees, Simon applied to the advertisement and was hired, the manager impressed with the clean-cut, dark haired handsome young man, who had not followed the trends common among guys his age of collar-length and excessive facial hair. Simon's father was a landscape gardener, his mother ran a cleaning business and his aunt owned a restaurant, so Simon's experience assisting with all of these were a great advantage. Sometimes he would be out gardening in the pristinely maintained grounds, other times cleaning and others wearing a tuxedo and waiting upon tables in the dining room. Despite many of his fellow students' disparaging comments about the country club, he enjoyed working there, and by April 1978, by which time he had turned 19, he was one of the most valued young employees. Some of the club members were really nice. There was a group of middle-aged ladies who played bridge and canasta and who always talked to him, and the elderly gentlemen who smoked cigars and sipped fine brandy in the lounge. And tonight, as Simon sat up in bed wearing his boxer shorts, he was about to experience the charms of a particularly nice member of the country club. The bed Simon was in was not his own, but belonged to a certain Miss Vanessa Richards, in a very nice apartment financed by her extremely wealthy parents. Vanessa, like Simon aged 19, had a trust fund Simon could not even comprehend, but unlike many rich kids, was largely unspoiled by her great wealth. The young heiress could easily live a life of leisure, but was keen to get a college degree - at a university far more exclusive than the one Simon attended - and work in her father's vast business empire, much like her older brother. Simon thought how much more comfortable Vanessa's bed was than the one he had in his dorm room as he waited for her to finish using the bathroom, the blue lava-lamp on his side of the bed and the pink one on Vanessa's side rising and falling in unison. He heard Vanessa flush the toilet and wash her hands, then the bathroom door opened and she emerged. Vanessa was a tall, slim and exceptionally pretty girl, with long dark hair, fair skin and blue eyes. Wearing a white blouse, blue jeans and platform sandals, she walked towards the bed and stood for a second, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse, then removed the garment, leaving her standing with her flat stomach exposed and her firm C-cup breasts covered by a white bra. She kicked off her shoes and stood barefoot, before unbuttoning her jeans, her white panties coming into view as Vanessa hooked her thumbs into her jeans and slid them down her long slender legs and stepping out of them. Now wearing just her bra and panties, Vanessa jumped onto the bed and slid her bare feet under the covers, she and Simon kissing deeply and embracing, Simon getting hard as he felt the teenager's firm, warm body against his, her breasts pressed against his chest. Vanessa's hand teased his erection and she said, "Somebody feels like he's enjoying himself." Vanessa sat up in bed and reached behind her back, unhooking and taking off her bra, her breasts now bare. Simon took them in his hands and kissed and caressed them, the crotch of Vanessa's panties dampening as her vagina responded. Pushing back the covers so each could get a better view of the other's bodies, Vanessa and Simon embraced each other tightly, Simon's hand going down the back of Vanessa's panties, feeling the firm cheeks of her bottom. Vanessa put her own hand inside Simon's boxer shorts, feeling his ever-hardening cock and teasing his balls with her fingers. After this foreplay, Simon slid out of his boxer shorts and his cock stood out at close to an angle of 90 degrees, Vanessa looking most impressed as she took down her panties, Simon feeling even more blood flowing to his groin at the sight of Vanessa's pubic hair, a forest of luxurious dark curls that covered her mound and went between her legs. The reflection of the teenager's bare bottom was visible in the mirror on the other side of the bedroom. Vanessa removed her panties from her bare feet, seductively waving them just in front of Simon's face. On the double-cotton of the saddle, he could see a few creamy-colored stains and could just make out her soft, delicate feminine smell on the white undergarment. Putting her panties down, Vanessa reached across and picked up the condom Simon had at the ready, the young man getting a great view of Vanessa's vagina as she opened her legs while doing this, her pink-oval shaped pussy visible through her pubic hair. "Are you going to put it on me?" asked Simon hopefully. He loved feeling Vanessa's sensual hands when she did this. Vanessa smiled. "Of course." With that, the girl opened the condom packet, removed it and with delicate, teasing fingers, slid it onto Simon's cock, rolling it down so it completely covered his shaft. Rolling onto her back, Vanessa spread her legs wide open, her hairy pussy and further down the tight opening to her anus exposed. Simon got on top of Vanessa and slid inside her, feeling the hot interior of the teenager's vagina through the condom. He began to move forward and back in rhythm, Vanessa pushing her pussy back and forth to double both her pleasure and his. They held each other tightly and kissed deeply as they made love in the missionary position, Simon loving the feel of Vanessa's bare breasts against his chest. After more than ten minutes of intense pleasure, Vanessa's toes curled up, her legs went rigid and the tingling sensation from her clitoris became a wave of pleasure that swept through her vagina and into her rectum, the girl feeling sweating and breathing rapidly as she reached orgasm, her pussy juice soaking her own crotch and Simon's pubic hair too. Simon was just 20 seconds behind Vanessa. He also went rigid, his face froze with a delighted expression and inside Vanessa's vulva, his cock exploded, sticky white semen filling the condom. Simon withdrew from Vanessa, and the girl indicated for him to kneel on the bed. Eager to do this, Simon followed her directions, while Vanessa quickly grabbed a small pink towel and folded it, placing it on the bed close to Simon and sitting her bare bottom and wet pussy down upon it, her legs forming a diamond shape at the front, bare feet together, her bushy triangle of black pubic hair and vagina visible. Vanessa leaned forward and put her mouth over Simon's dick, tasting her own pussy as she removed the condom, taking the rubber contraceptive in her mouth, then pulling it out and allowing the semen to run over her teeth and tongue, before swallowing it with a big gulp. Simon and Vanessa kissed and caressed on the bed for a few minutes, their naked bodies writhing against each other, before going into the bathroom. Vanessa ran a bath, putting in plenty of bubble-bath and they climbed in, Vanessa sitting on Simon's lap, the young man feeling her vagina and her pubic hair on his leg, and enjoying splashing water and bubbles all over her tits. Simon particularly enjoyed it when Vanessa stood up to make herself comfortable, giving him a view of her bare bottom and her pubic hair covered in soap and bubbles. Finishing in the bath, Simon and Vanessa dried each other off with soft towels and jumped into bed, Simon wearing his boxers and Vanessa barefoot in an over-sized blue tee-shirt over fresh white panties with blue flowers. Spring rain was falling in the darkness outside as Simon and Vanessa lay in bed, Vanessa drifting off first, Simon sniffing her beautiful dark hair and pondering many things. Firstly, how comfortable her bed was compared to the dorm, and second, how much he loved spending time with her. Simon knew that they were not in a relationship, not even dating, just getting together for casual sex but he was not complaining. He knew that Vanessa did not want to be tied to just one guy, and he was not the only one to share her bed, so just intended to enjoy himself while pleasuring Vanessa at the same time. Simon fell himself less than five minutes later, and when he and Vanessa awoke the next morning, enjoyed hot morning sex, Vanessa riding him like a cowboy. After a steamy shower together, Simon using a soft pink washcloth to clean first Vanessa's vagina and then her anal area, they dressed to start their days at college. "So, when can we do this again?" Simon asked. Vanessa smiled apologetically. "Not this week, I'm afraid. I've got a lot on at college, and I have to go to New York with my parents and brother for the weekend." "How about this time next week?" suggested Simon. Again, Vanessa shook her head. "Sorry, my Aunt Flo is coming to visit me then." "Your Aunt Flo?" asked Simon. He could not remember Vanessa ever mentioning an Aunt Flo, or Florence in any of their conversations. "I've never heard you mention her before." Vanessa laughed. "Simon, its girl code. It means that next week is my period." "Oh," exclaimed Simon, flustered. "Sorry, I didn't know." Vanessa smiled. "Well, I don't advertise it in the newspaper or bulletin board. But how about the week after? I don't have anything on then, and Aunt Flo will have gone." "Sounds great," said Simon. "I can't wait." "Me either," said Vanessa, she and Simon kissing deeply then going to lectures and tutorials at their different colleges. * The evening saw Simon working in the country club restaurant, waiting tables in his tuxedo. While Vanessa was one of the most pleasant members of the country club, tonight he was serving people who were not so nice. The country club restaurant was extremely busy for a midweek evening outside of summer, and Simon and the fellow waiters and waitresses were ran off their feet, as were the chefs and other kitchen staff. It was emphasized to all employees that the wealthy and influential members of the exclusive country club were to receive the highest level of customer service at all times; however, one particular family were afforded service over and above this at all times. This family was the family of Senator Gary Sinclair, consisting of the Senator himself, his wife Susannah and their three adult children, son Justin and identical twin girls Annabel and Clarissa. Senator Sinclair was a politician who had a lot of influence in the local area, and a tall, good-looking, brown-haired man of 48, he and his family were a familiar sight in newspapers, and at social and political events. Senator Sinclair stood for office on a platform of conservatism, old-fashioned morals and good values, a platform that had seen him easily returned to office every election since the early 1960s. Mrs. Sinclair was a very attractive, tall, slim blonde aged 45, who had passed on her good looks to her daughters, both Annabel and Clarissa stunning 18-year-old blondes who attended an exclusive girls' school. Justin, aged 21 and an Ivy-league student, was much like a younger version of his father in looks; tall, handsome and with brown hair. The good looking family, looking an idealized version of America, were an essential part of the Senator's political campaigns. However, away from the media when political opponents and commentators were not around, they were anything but ideal. Senator Sinclair was an arrogant man, insistent upon getting his own way and making sure people knew who he was at all times. This was never done openly, such as the man blustering and demanding instant attention or asking, 'Do you know who I am?' but discretely, with subtlety. His son seemed to have inherited his father's arrogance as well as his looks, but Justin was far less discrete about it, looking down his nose at people he thought inferior to himself and considering himself above things such as waiting or manners. Justin also seemed to think that he was exempt from driving laws, speeding and generally driving dangerously in his sports car. Once, he had nearly run into Simon while screaming into the car park in his sport's car at break-neck speed, but rather than apologize he merely exited the vehicle and walked into the country club without so much as a backwards glance. The two daughters, Annabel and Clarissa were a pair of absolute little snobs, their blue eyes giving looks of contempt to anybody they considered below them, which of course included all people who worked at the country club. They would rarely so much as speak to anybody who did not reach their lofty standards, and if addressed by such a person would sigh in unison and respond in as few words as possible, rolling their eyes and turning up their noses in a display of disdain and contempt. The only nice member of the family was Susannah Sinclair, who would always be polite and well-mannered, and would reprimand her kids for being rude if it came to her attention. Unfortunately, her husband tended to over-ride her good work, instilling in their son and daughters that they were superior to most other people. Joining the family for dinner this evening were the Senator's two assistants, Hayley and Robert. Simon had encountered them many times before, and cared little for either. Robert was aged in his late 20s, a tall skinny man with glasses and brown hair, who always wore suits. A faceless yes-man and a sycophant, Robert's standard responses to his employer were 'Yes Senator', 'No Senator', 'Three bags full Senator' and 'How high shall I jump Senator?' Hayley, also aged in her late 20s, was the superior of the Senator's two assistants, a slim and stunningly attractive redhead with long flowing hair, extraordinarily fair skin and green eyes. Her beauty helped mask an arrogant and unpleasant young woman, who no matter where she was gave orders like she owned the place, snapping her fingers to get attention and if needing to explain something, would talk down to the person in a patronizing, condescending manner. The girl lived on her nerves and spent an inordinate amount of time talking on the telephone, always demanding to use a telephone in the country club office rather than the pay phone. Simon thought that Hayley would love it if she could somehow carry a telephone with her, to make and take calls anywhere and at any time. Tonight was little different to the many times Simon had served them. Always polite and professional, he gave them the wine lists and menus, and returned to take their orders. The Senator and his wife ordered one type of white wine, Robert gushing to ensure he ordered the same as his employer. Hayley had asked one question after another about the wine list, before ordering a sweet white. Senator Sinclair and his son, wearing identical shirts, jacket and trousers ordered their food, Justin not even bothering to look at Simon when giving his order. As with the wine, Robert ordered the exact same entrée and main course as the Senator. Mrs. Sinclair and her daughters, who all wore red dresses and contrasting with Hayley, who wore a green dress, placed their orders. Annabel and Clarissa made no attempt to disguise their displeasure at having to address somebody so far below them directly, their much more polite mother giving each teenager a disapproving glare. Simon took Hayley's order and returned to the kitchen. When the wine and other drinks arrived at the table, Simon handed them out and was about to depart to serve another table, when he heard Hayley's voice, and then the snap of her fingers. "Excuse me? Yes you, over here!" Simon turned in time to see Hayley snap her fingers again, and disguising his contempt for the young woman's rudeness, went back to the table. "Can I assist you ma'am?" asked Simon. "I hope so," said Hayley, her voice taking on its patronizing and condescending tone. "I ordered a sweet white wine, however what you have brought me is a dry white. If I had wanted a dry white, then I would have ordered a dry white wine. Can you return this, and get me a sweet white; not another dry white, not a red, not a rose, but a sweet white wine like I ordered in the first place? The wine that comes from a bottle with the label that indicates that sweet white wine is inside?" "Right away, ma'am," said Simon, taking the wine glass that Hayley thrust at him, Simon noticing the Senator's wife glowering at Hayley, the woman clearly uncomfortable and irritated. Retrieving the correct wine, and resisting the urge to spit into the glass, Simon returned to the Senator's table and placed the new glass in front of Hayley. "Sorry about that ma'am," he said. Without thanking him, Hayley picked up the glass. "Let me see if you've got it right this time." She took a sip and gave him a fake smile. "Congratulations, you've got it right this time. You've poured sweet white wine into a glass and brought it to a customer who ordered sweet white wine. Well done." Simon ignored the young woman, and Senator Sinclair, his family and their guests sat talking, Simon noticing Robert gushing, "That sounds like such a wonderful idea, Senator," at one such political idea the Senator raised. However, on such a busy night, there were inevitable delays, and soon Justin, Annabel and Clarissa were complaining. "When is our food going to get here?" protested Annabel to her siblings. "I can't believe how slow they are, the service is terrible," conferred Clarissa. "That waiter probably lost our order, or the idiots in the kitchen have messed it up," said Justin. "Kids, be patient, it is busy tonight, there might be delays," warned their mother. "We shouldn't have to wait this long," said Clarissa. "Why don't I take care of this?" suggested Senator Sinclair, pushing back his chair to get to his feet. "Gary, no, we can wait like everybody else," said his wife. Her husband smiled. "Why should we wait, honey, when we don't have to?" "Gary, there are people who were here before us who haven't received their dinner yet," said Susannah, but Gary paid his wife no attention, and went over to the restaurant manager. Simon & the Senator's Wife Simon was unable to hear the conversation between the two men, but it ended with both smiling, shaking hands, and Senator Sinclair handing a bank note to the manager, although Simon was unable to see the denomination. "All fixed," said Senator Sinclair, as he returned to his seat. "You shouldn't have done that Gary," said Mrs. Sinclair, her voice and face filled with disapproval. "Like I said before Susannah, why should we wait when we don't have to?" asked Susannah. He turned to his son and daughters, seeking support. "Right kids?" "Right Dad," affirmed Justin, Annabel and Clarissa in unison. "Thanks Dad." "See Susannah, some members of this family appreciate what I do," said Senator Sinclair chidingly. In the kitchen, the order was given. The Senator's table was to be given top priority, all food and refreshments to be brought over at once. Simon pondered to himself as he served the table how his parents would have responded if he, his sisters and brother had complained about a slight delay the way the Senator's kids had just done. His parents' reaction would have been closer to that of Susannah Sinclair rather than Gary Sinclair that was for sure. After Hayley returned her main course, complaining that the garden salad that accompanied her chicken had cucumbers which she did not like and demanding a fresh meal, things ran smoothly, although Simon felt very uncomfortable at the looks of other diners who had been waiting longer than the Senator's table. Also noticeable was the complete look of contempt Susannah wore throughout the evening at her husband for doing this. However, as usual she was very nice to Simon and the other overworked staff in the restaurant. Justin could certainly have taken some advice on manners from his mother, when he got up to use the gents' at one stage, barging in front of a waitress named Polly and nearly causing her to spill her fully laden tray, walking away without apology. Simon drove back to the dorms in his old car after his shift, listening to his 8-track, pondering when the next time he would encounter the Sinclair family and the Senator's awful assistants would be. * The answer to Simon's question was that Friday, when he arrived at work for an afternoon working in the garden near the tennis courts, weeding and putting in some new flowers. It was a fine sunny spring afternoon and Simon got to work, mentally studying in his head. He did not notice Annabel nor Clarissa Sinclair as they walked by him late in the afternoon wearing their school uniforms, sports bags slung over their shoulders, nor did the twins notice him. Feeling the need to pee, Simon walked towards the tennis court buildings, so mentally absorbed in the difference between macro and micro-economic reforms in America, that he failed to notice that the door he pushed open had a figure on the sign that wore a dress, rather than trousers. Still contemplating economics, he pushed open the internal door marked 'Toilet', stopping short when he walked in, realizing something was wrong. The toilet area contained six stalls, but no urinal was in sight and in one of the vacant stalls, a blue sanitary disposal bin was next to the toilet. Directly in front of him, two toilet cubicle doors were closed and locked, showing the red 'Engaged' position on the lock. Underneath the door and partition, Simon could make out two pairs of bare feet belonging to the occupants of each stall, a pair of white panties down around each set of ankles. Horrified that he had made this error and gone into the ladies' rather than the men's room, Simon turned to leave as fast as he could, hearing the two occupants unwinding toilet paper and two young female voices. "Hey Clarissa, I hope Todd is wearing his short shorts today," said the first girl. "Me too, Annabel," came the second girl's voice. "Remember, I go first today." "That's not fair, you went first last time," said Annabel. "Yes and you were first twice in a row before that," pointed out Clarissa. "Maybe we could both go at the same time?" "That's weird, we're sisters. Yuck, yuck, yuck," responded Annabel. "Relax, I was only kidding," said Clarissa. "I'm very glad to hear it," said Annabel. Simon heard Annabel and Clarissa again advancing the toilet rolls in their stalls as he dashed outside, blushing and unable to believe that he had seen the lowered panties of the teenage daughters of a powerful, wealthy Senator as they sat on the toilet. As Simon went into the men's room and stood at the urinal, he pondered what the two girls were discussing, and while not privy to the entire conversation, he could guess that it might not be something the girls would want their parents to over-hear. Passing by the ladies' room on the way back out to the garden, Simon heard Annabel and Clarissa flush the toilets in unison, the sound of the taps running as the girls washed their hands getting fainter and fainter as Simon moved out of ear-shot. Returning to the garden, the section he was working on gave him a good view across the tennis courts, while he himself was largely obscured by the vegetation. Annabel and Clarissa emerged from the ladies' room, both barefoot and wearing tennis uniforms, each twin dressed in a white shirt and white skirt. They carried their tennis shoes and a pair of white socks in their hands and sat down on a bench outside to put them on. While at some distance, Simon could clearly see up their skirts and their white panties as they tied their laces, Simon reminding himself that he probably shouldn't be looking at the two very pretty 18-year-olds like this, but was unable to help himself. Todd, the tennis coach, arrived less than two minutes later to give the Annabel and Clarissa their private lesson. Todd was a tall, handsome, muscular dark-haired man aged in his mid-20s and wearing tight shorts that displayed his more than adequate manhood, his ego matching his groin in size. Through the bushes, Simon saw the girls having their tennis lesson, and could not believe what he was seeing. He had always taken Annabel and Clarissa to be stuck-up, somewhat prissy girls, but seeing how they were behaving here, and after over-hearing what they said while they were on the toilet, he now had a very different opinion of the twins. Both girls flirted outrageously with and teased their coach, making sure their skirts flew up to show off their panties, lifting their skirts to adjust their panties around their bottoms in front of him, sitting with their legs open, bending over in front of him, adjusting their breasts and bras through the front of their shirts, and rubbing up against Todd when he was showing them better techniques for serving. Finally, after half an hour of this, Todd went with Clarissa - Simon assumed it was Clarissa, as she was right-handed and the twin that remained held her tennis racquet in her left hand as she stood watch, with this the only way to really tell the twins apart - into a room and closed the door. Simon looked in amazement as after 15 minutes, Clarissa emerged with Todd with her face flushed, the girl slightly breathless. Annabel took her sister's place with Todd in the room and closed the door, while this time Clarissa stood guard, idly playing with her tennis racquet in her right hand. Again, after 15 minutes Todd emerged with Annabel, like her sister flushed and breathless, and he stood talking with the two girls. Again, Simon could not hear what was said but all three were laughing, before Todd pulled them in for a three-way embrace, his hands finding their way up the back of each girls' skirt, touching their panties first, then working inside, fingering the cheeks of their bottoms and then their vaginas. Given the way the girls giggled, they obviously enjoyed it. The twins also seemed to enjoy what happened next, Annabel and Clarissa holding up their skirts at the front and allowing Todd to look down the front of their panties. Simon, even at some distance, was able to see the blonde pubic hair of both teenagers as their tennis coach stretched out their panty elastic at the front. While Senator Sinclair was doubtless an arrogant man, Simon had no reason to disbelieve the strong moral values and ethics the politician stood for, and was sure the man would be horrified if he knew what his teenage daughters had just been up to with their tennis coach. Simon was also sure that Mrs. Sinclair would be just as disapproving. Finishing in the garden, Simon went back to the country club and took a shower, changing into his tuxedo ahead of working a shift in the restaurant that evening. As he was passing by a staircase, he heard a familiar voice, that of Susannah Sinclair. The attractive blonde was descending the stairs with another woman named Marcie Connors, whose husband Fred was the managing director of a large company. Both were dressed for squash and carried racquets, but while Mrs. Connors wore shorts, Mrs. Sinclair wore a short white skirt, much like the ones worn by her daughters during their tennis lesson. Simon gave a quick glance upwards, and froze, his eyes wide. His position enabled him to see not only Susannah Sinclair's long, shapely legs, but up her short sports skirt, and the pristine white panties that covered her crotch. Simon reminded himself that he should not be looking up any woman's skirt, much less the skirt belonging to the wife of a powerful senator, but even as he looked at the floor he immediately glanced up again at the beautiful sight. Susannah's panties were tight and the outline of her vagina marginally visible through the cotton. Susannah's panties vanished from view as she descended the stairs further, and Simon made a hasty departure, fearing getting caught. In the space of less than three hours, he had seen the panties of Senator Sinclair's twin daughters as they sat on the toilet and later fooled around with their coach; then the panties of his wife as she descended the stairs, wearing a skirt as short as her teenage daughters. Sometimes one would see an older woman looking ridiculous in a short skirt, but Susannah Sinclair pulled it off. Simon gave a backwards glance as he departed, seeing Mrs. Sinclair and Mrs. Connors meeting up with their husbands, who wore white shirts and white shorts and carried squash racquets. The quartet set off in the direction of the courts, and Simon got to work for his evening shift. He contemplated what a beauty Susannah Sinclair must have been in her younger years, as she was still stunning now aged in her mid-forties, and having given birth to three children. Senator Sinclair was a lucky man that was for sure. During the evening, Simon saw the Sinclair family only once more. They did not take dinner at the country club, but Senator and Mrs. Sinclair met Annabel and Clarissa after their game of squash with the Connors. The daughters looked like butter wouldn't melt in their mouths, having changed back into their private school uniforms; navy blue blazer and tie, white blouse, navy blue tartan skirt and white ankle socks with black shoes. Susannah Sinclair was wearing a casual shirt, flared jeans and sandals, and even dressed in ordinary clothes she looked great, the denim accentuating her feminine curves. The Sinclair family left for home, and Simon throughout the evening thought how displeased Senator Sinclair and his wife would be if they knew how their teenage daughters behaved with their tennis coach. * Simon was still thinking about his observations at the tennis courts on Wednesday and what Senator Sinclair would think had he seen the same, when he had an afternoon shift at the country club, and arrived to be given a bizarre task. It seemed a rooster was loose on the country club grounds. Nobody knew where it was from, but it was aggressive, and had already chased an old lady. Simon's manager asked if he could look for and try to capture it, so it could be removed to a farm. It was a fine, sunny afternoon and warm for New England for this time of year, so Simon was only too happy to assist. Getting a net, Simon combed the grounds, looking in vain for the rooster. Towards the forested western end of the country club grounds, beyond the golf course, Simon paused as he heard the sound of crowing, and went to investigate. The young man went into some vegetation under the trees, but of the rooster there was no sign, the bird having made good its escape after hearing Simon coming. Simon was about to step out from behind the bushes when he heard voices, one male and one female, and he saw two familiar figures enter the clearing; Senator Sinclair and his assistant Hayley, who wore a light blue blouse and matching, loose mini-skirt, some rays of sunlight filtering through the trees and reflecting off her long red hair. "Are you sure we'll be fine here, Senator?" asked Hayley, looking around. "Trust me, we will," assured Senator Sinclair. "It's midweek, and nobody ever comes here anywhere." "Alright then, let's go for it," said Hayley. Simon's eyes bulged in disbelief as Gary Sinclair put his arms around his assistant, and the two locked lips, kissing deeply. Hayley reached up and grabbed the Senator's tie, tugging back and forth on it as though she was giving manual relief, something Mr. Sinclair seemed to enjoy. He reached up under the back of Hayley's skirt, Simon seeing the white, bikini-style panties that she was wearing, and played around with the fabric, snapping and unsnapping the panty elastic against the cheeks of Hayley's bottom. Senator Sinclair's fingers then slipped inside the younger woman's panties, feeling the bare cheeks of her bottom then sliding into her crotch, fingering her vagina. This was exactly what Todd had done with the Senator's daughters after their tennis lesson, and Simon could see the front of Senator Sinclair's trousers beginning to bulge. Hayley giggled, and when the Senator withdrew his fingers from her panties, said, "You did that on purpose, didn't you Gary? You know what effect that has on me, and now you get to watch me do something you love." With that, Hayley lifted her skirt, pulled her panties down to her ankles and squatted, her legs wide open at the knees, showing off the curls of red hair that grew in abundance over Hayley's pubic mound and her pussy. Through her red pubic hair, her pink vagina was also exposed. Simon was in shock, but also fascinated, having never seen a red-headed woman naked before, and therefore not red female pubic hair. Senator Sinclair stared intently at Hayley's exposed crotch as the girl began to urinate, a stream of bright yellow liquid coming from her urethra and soaking into the ground over which she squatted. The Senator's eyes were wide, his trousers stretched further and further at the front, his face showing ecstasy as he watched a young woman, young enough to be his daughter, urinate in front of him in the woods. Hayley obviously had a very full bladder, as she kept peeing and peeing and peeing. Finally, her urine stream subsided, before a few more splashes of her bright yellow pee came out of her urethra, this slowing to droplets as she continued to squat. "Pass me a tissue please Gary," said Hayley, to which the Senator took one from his jacket pocket and handed it to his assistant, who scrunched it up and wiped her wet vagina, Gary Sinclair staring at this process with great interest. Hayley disposed of the wet tissue on the ground, stood up and walked with her panties still down around her ankles to the trunk of a large tree. Senator Sinclair followed the girl, and when she stopped and leaned back against the tree, knelt down and put his face into her panties, stroking and sniffing the saddle, his tongue flicking the cotton, to which Hayley laughed like some deranged political groupie. The girl kicked off her shoes, sat down on the ground, her legs wide open in a most un-ladylike manner and allowed her employer to lick the soles and toes of her bare feet, giggling as the Senator caressed and massaged them while he perved up her skirt at her pussy and pubic hair. Hayley unbuttoned her blouse so her white bra, which covered her C-cup breasts was visible. When the Senator looked up, he trembled in anticipation as Hayley reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. He put his hands over her breasts, and massaged them, before reaching into her shirt and pulling the garment away, Hayley's bare breasts now exposed. Sinclair put his face into his assistant's boobs, licking first her right tit and then her left, Hayley squirming in pleasure as his tongue lingered on her nipples. "You're getting me so wet between my legs, Gary," giggled Hayley, "and you're going to burst your trousers. Let me help you out with that." Hayley unzipped the Senator's fly and unbuttoned his trousers. She reached inside, freeing his cock from his underpants. His penis was huge, throbbing, and Hayley teased it with her fingers and then her tongue. "Fuck, you're great at that Hayley," said Senator Sinclair, his face getting red from the excitement. "I know, that's one of the good things about having me on your staff," said Hayley immodestly. "So Senator, are you going to help me out with my wet pussy problem?" "With pleasure," said the Senator. He and Hayley stood up and Hayley bent over, her legs wide at her ankles, her panty elastic stretched to capacity. The Senator lifted her skirt to expose the firm white cheeks of Hayley's bare bottom, her vagina visible further down. Senator Sinclair lowered his head to Hayley's naked pussy and began to lick her vagina, the girl squirming and squealing as he worked his tongue in deeper and deeper, licking her pussy juice with great enthusiasm. Following this, the Senator parted the cheeks of Hayley's bare bottom, the young woman's tight anus now in view, looking much like a new rosebud. His tongue teased the opening to Hayley's back passage, the redhead wriggling in delight before he licked her anus with longer, harder and more lingering strokes, before his tongue worked its way inside the entrance to her bowels. "Do you really want to put your tongue so far into my ass?" teased Hayley. "Uh, huh," mumbled the Senator in affirmation, his tongue too far buried in the rectum of a girl 20 years younger than him to reply properly. "The only thing that normally gets that close to me back there is toilet paper," said Hayley. "Lucky toilet paper," commented the Senator, who had just withdrawn his head to change his position. Hayley giggled like this was the funniest joke she had ever heard, as the Senator again went down on her ass, licking her between the cheeks of her bottom and once more inserting his tongue into her anus. When this process was finished, Hayley bent over further and Senator Sinclair embraced her tight, his hands all over her tits. Simon then saw the Senator insert his rock-hard dick into Hayley's vagina, before thrusting hard in and out of her, Hayley screeching like a banshee, urging him to fuck her harder and harder, rougher and rougher, which he happily did. There was no class to the sex, and the term 'making love' could only be applied very loosely, if it all. Cats having sex were more delicate and subtle than this pair. Finally, with a scream Hayley appeared to reach orgasm, her body shaking, her fingers and toes clenching. The Senator was just a minute after her, withdrawing from Hayley's snatch and ejaculating all over the cheeks of her bare bottom, sticky white semen going everywhere. The man was breathless, puffing, his face scarlet and Simon wondered if he was in danger of a heart attack. Her panties still down, Hayley held her skirt away from her bottom to prevent it becoming stained with sperm and put her mouth to the Senator's cock, licking away the residual sperm and the juice from her own pussy. Simon & the Senator's Wife Senator Sinclair took some tissues to wipe the semen from Hayley' bare bottom, the perverted pair sharing a great laugh when the Senator got another tissue and teased first Hayley's vagina and then her anus with it. Then the adulterer and the adulteress dressed and French-kissed, Simon pondering if Hayley had forgotten that Senator Sinclair's tongue had been inserted deep inside her anus, or whether she simply did not care. They made their way back to the country club, Senator Sinclair's hand going up Hayley's skirt and into her panties. Simon waited until they had vanished from sight before he emerged, shaken and in shock by what he had seen. Senator Sinclair's speeches about the need for morality and ethics in society were nothing but a sham in a sea of hypocrisy. Simon had seen with his own eyes the Senator commit adultery with his senior assistant, a woman who was young enough to be his daughter. And it was not a simple case of the two having sex and that was it, the Senator clearly enjoyed some twisted things, such as watching Hayley urinate, inserting his tongue into her anus and very rough sex, in which he failed to use any protection. And while he had not ejaculated inside Hayley, if she was not taking the pill, if any sperm escaped during sex and found its way into Hayley's uterus, or if she was at an especially fertile time in her cycle, Justin, Annabel and Clarissa could well have a baby red-haired half-brother or half-sister in nine months' time. While some of the lefties at college, who had always despised Senator Sinclair and his ultra-conservative, moral high-ground political views, would have loved to have been in Simon's position so they could start off a huge political scandal, Simon knew he had to keep his observations to himself. Senator Sinclair was a powerful man with many contacts, and things could go very badly for Simon if he spoke out. In any case, there was no evidence or un-related third party to support his observations. And while Senator Sinclair did not appear to consider his wife's feelings much at all, Susannah Sinclair seemed like such a nice lady, and she deserved far better than to have her marriage destroyed in the public arena. Remembering what he was supposed to be doing, Simon looked around for the rooster, but it was long gone, and he returned empty-handed. That evening, Senator and Mrs. Sinclair dined alone at the Country Club restaurant, Simon waiting upon their table. This evening, things were quieter, and so the Senator did not engage any of his queue-jumping techniques, but for Simon, it was impossible to stop himself thinking of what the politician had been up to with his bitch of an assistant, Hayley. Now the man sat eating dinner with his poor, unsuspecting wife as though nothing at all was wrong. A particularly awkward moment for Simon was when he saw Senator Sinclair kiss Susannah on her lips. After having inserted his tongue deep into Hayley's anus several hours earlier, Simon could only pray that the Senator had cleansed his mouth thoroughly since then, or that Hayley's toilet hygiene was A1. * The next two days were spent by Simon trying to forget what he had seen, not only the conduct of the Sinclair girls, but especially of their father, and failing dismally. While two of the three guys he shared a college dorm room with discussed Star Wars in great detail, debating what should be in a sequel to their all-time favorite movie, Simon stared at the wall, his head filled with images of Hayley urinating while the Senator got his kicks watching her. The Thursday night at the student disco offered Simon a chance to let his hair down and enjoy himself, but instead he saw the Senator's daughters screwing their tennis coach, and the Senator likewise fucking his assistant in the woods, after sniffing her panties, licking her vagina and then her anus. Friday night offered perhaps a better chance to relax, when Vanessa called asking Simon if they could meet up for the night. As Simon lay naked on Vanessa's bed, with her lying next to him barefoot and wearing a pink bra and matching panties, his mind's eye first saw Annabel, then Clarissa and then Hayley wearing the same underwear, and lying directly opposite him instead. "You seem so distracted tonight," commented Vanessa. "Is everything okay, Simon?" "Yes, fine," he said. "I know what will get you in the mood," said Vanessa, standing up and getting his head into position under her legs. Vanessa lowered her panty-covered bottom down and sat on his face, leaning forward to suck his dick with her mouth, Simon relaxing at sniffing Vanessa's soft feminine smell through the cotton of her panties. After a couple of minutes, Vanessa stopped, lifted her bottom and pulled her panties down to her thighs, sitting back down on his face, her vagina directly in front of his mouth. Feeling Vanessa's pubic hair tickling his nose, Simon plunged his tongue into Vanessa's soft, moist vagina, the girl trembling with pleasure at the sensation. Fully warmed up now, Vanessa took off her bra and completely removed her panties, put a condom onto Simon and lay back on the bed, her legs wide to take Simon's dick. Simon eagerly entered her, and in passionate, missionary position sex that lasted over half an hour, his mind was finally distracted from the Sinclair family. * There was to be no means of escaping from his mental images of the adulterous Senator Sinclair on the Saturday, as he was working at the country club for most of the day, and Vanessa was not available for the evening, attending some high-society function in the city. As Simon drove his beaten-up old car into the staff parking lot, he saw Mrs. Sinclair arrive in her own, much nicer and far more expensive car, park and walk inside, wearing a stylish green dress that came slightly above her knees, with matching shoes and headband, her long blonde hair flowing down her back. Simon watched Susannah Sinclair's shapely figure as she went into the main entrance, while Simon went into the staff entrance. There was some sort of women's committee having a meeting that Mrs. Sinclair was involved in during the morning, and Simon was involved in serving morning tea to them, before being assigned other tasks until his shift ended mid-afternoon. The fine, sunny spring Saturday morning had turned overcast by noon, and when two o'clock rolled around, it was already raining outside. Simon made his way towards the car park to return to the dorm, but as he made his way along one corridor, he heard a toilet flush in the ladies' room, then the sound of running taps. As he drew level with the door, it flew open and a female fist flew out, punching Simon directly to the temple. Shocked at the unexpected, and powerful punch, Simon went sprawling backwards, hitting his head hard on the wall. Stunned, and feeling dizzy and sick, Simon looked up to see Susannah Sinclair standing over him, horror etched upon her pretty face. "Oh, my God, I am so sorry," she said, holding out her hand to help him back to his feet. "I didn't mean to hit you like that, are you okay, Simon?" "Yes, I should be fine," said Simon politely, getting to his feet and swaying unsteadily, but in a way pleased that she remembered his name. "Please don't feel bad about it, it was just an accident." "I can't help but feel bad, punching you the way I did and causing you to fall," said Susannah. She looked at Simon, who appeared to be struggling after two blows to the head. "I don't think you're alright at all. How many fingers am I holding up?" "Um, three," said Simon. "That settles it, young man. I'm taking you to see a doctor," said Susannah, who in fact was holding up two fingers. "No, that's okay, I'll be fine, it's nothing," Simon assured her. "Nonsense, I'll take you to my doctor, everything will be okay," said Susannah. With that, Susannah escorted a very dizzy Simon to her car and opened the front passenger door, holding up an umbrella to try and keep the rain off both of them. Simon looked at his own vehicle in the staff car park. "Do you think my car will be alright left there?" Susannah laughed. "Simon, I don't think a lot of car thieves are members of this club. And in any case, without meaning to sound stuck-up or anything, if I was a car thief, I don't think I would be interested in stealing your car." Simon had to admit this was perfectly true; the car was so old and decrepit that no self-respecting thief would touch it, even if given to him as a gift. Susannah drove Simon to her doctor, who was at the office for the Saturday afternoon catching up on paperwork. The doctor, a man aged about sixty, examined Simon, diagnosed mild concussion, and ordered rest for the next day. "Did you have anything to do tonight?" Susannah enquired of Simon when the consultation was finished. Simon shook his head. "No Mrs. Sinclair." "Well, in that case, why don't I book you into this very nice hotel I know for the night? You know, as a way of saying sorry?" "Thanks Mrs. Sinclair, but I couldn't accept that," said Simon. "Please, let me make it up to you," said Susannah. "Okay then, thank you," said Simon. "That's very kind of you, Mrs. Sinclair." "It's the least I can do," she said. "And please, call me Susannah." Susannah drove Simon into town through teeming rain, thunder and lightning, and to a very small, private boutique hotel he had never heard of before. She parked her car in a basement car park, and together they walked to the lobby, staffed by a smart man aged in his mid-40s, dressed in a black suit. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Sinclair," he said. "How may I help you this evening?" "I would like a room please, Henry," said Susannah. "Right away ma'am," said Henry, opening the drawer to get the check-in paperwork, and the room key. "May I please use your telephone?" asked Susannah. "Yes, of course you may," said Henry. "Thank you, Henry," smiled Susannah, going into the office and calling her home number. "Claudia?" she asked her house-keeper when the telephone was answered. "Yes, it's Susannah Sinclair. In case my husband or the kids call, I've decided to stay in town tonight, the weather is terrible. I'll be back tomorrow morning. Enjoy having the house to yourself, I'll see you soon." Susannah put down the phone, and returned to the front desk, where Simon, who had heard nothing of her conversation, had just been checked in. "I'll just take you upstairs," said Susannah, escorting Simon up the stairs into a beautifully furnished, ornate room. Taking a glance into the ensuite bathroom, Simon saw gold taps and even a bidet. "This is a very beautiful hotel, Mrs. Sinclair, I mean Susannah," said Simon. "Thank you, Simon," said Susannah. She opened a small refrigerator and took out a jug filled with ice-water and lemon and two glasses, pouring both her and Simon a glass. Simon thanked her, and taking off his shoes so his feet were now clad in socks, sat on the bed. Susannah likewise kicked off her shoes so she was barefoot, and sat next to him. "You'll feel so much better in the morning," she assured him. Susannah's soft fingers reached out and touched Simon's upper arm. "You're so muscular. I take it you play sport?" Simon nodded. "That's right, I play football." Susannah laughed. "What will the other players say when they found out a girl beat you up? Gary used to play football in college and high school too." "He did?" asked Simon. Susannah nodded. "That's right, when he was young he was pretty good. I used to be a cheerleader, I used to cheer especially hard for Gary when he got the ball, or scored a touchdown." She sighed at her memories of days long gone in the late 1940s and early 1950s. "Back then Gary was a young man who cared about everyone and everything, and wanted nothing more than to be a lawyer so he could save the world. He was so moralistic it would drive me crazy at times, but in a good way. Like my younger sister didn't have anyone to take her to prom, and I suggested that he escort her. Gary was so worried he was doing the wrong thing and I would be upset, even though I was the one who suggested it. Now, Gary was the reason I hit you today." "Senator Sinclair was the reason you hit me?" asked Simon, confused. "Yes," said Susannah, taking a sip of water before elaborating. "Yesterday, we got a call from the police to say Justin had been arrested. He was speeding in that damn car of his again, had a crash and while everyone was okay, the police were going to charge him with dangerous driving, and the car was pretty badly damaged. I thought this would teach Justin a lesson if we let him go without a car for a while, and face the consequences in court. Unfortunately, Gary gets in touch with his contacts, all charges disappear, the other motorist is paid off under the table and Gary hires Justin another car to drive while his is getting fixed. And that shouldn't take too long, given that Gary jumped the queue with the auto body repairer, so it would be fixed straight away. I was so mad. When I was in the bathroom at the country club, I just kept going over and over it in my head, and when I came out I just fantasized Gary was in front of me and I punched him. Unfortunately, you were there instead." "I understand," said Simon, appalled at how the Senator had used his position to get his equally arrogant and irresponsible son off a serious driving charge. "I'm glad somebody does," said Susannah. "I had this big fight with Gary about it, and all he could say was, 'Is it your period?' Gary thinks every time I'm in a bad mood with him it's my period, and while he's right sometimes, it's definitely not the case now." Susannah shook her head. "Actually, periods are another reason I was pissed off last night, but it was Annabel and Clarissa. Because they are twins their cycles are linked, so every 28-days its double trouble with that pair. I don't put up with them biting my head off if I look at them the wrong way, that's for sure. The girls are at a sleepover tonight, and the way they've been acting the last few days, I hope they have a miserable time." It sounded to Simon that despite having great wealth and prestige in her life, Susannah's existence to the outside world was a sham, and she was deep down an unhappy woman. "So, where is your husband at the moment?" Although Senator Sinclair was an adulterer, he doubted that the man would be impressed about Simon sitting on a bed in a hotel with his wife. "He's in Washington at the moment, with that bitch Hayley and that sycophant Robert," said Susannah. "They are at a conference." Susannah checked her watch. "At the moment, they're probably having dinner, then it will be drinks and then Gary will take Hayley into his room, and fuck her ass off." Susannah said this so casually, that Simon coughed and before he could prevent himself, blurted out, "So you know about that?" "Yes, I know about it," said Susannah. She regarded Simon curiously. "My question is, how did you know about it?" His heart racing, Simon stammered, "I - um - well ..." before Susannah held up her hand to end his discomfort. "I really don't want to know the details," she said. "Gary has been screwing around with Hayley for years. I often wish I could sit both of them down, and say, 'Gary, if you're going to have an affair with Hayley, have an affair with her, but at least have the courtesy to me of having a shower before you come home, so you don't reek of her pussy.' And with Hayley, I would say, 'Hayley, did your mother not teach you any feminine hygiene practices at all? For Christ's sake girl, wash your vagina every day with soap and water, and then maybe the area between your legs wouldn't smell like a fish market about to be closed down by the health authorities.'" Seeing Simon's wide eyes, Susannah laughed reassuringly. "Hayley has the morals of an alley cat in every aspect of her life, but like I said, it's her lack of feminine hygiene that gets me. This one time, Gary invited her and Robert up to our beach house in Maine for two weeks in the summer. Robert said to Gary how everything about the house was wonderful time and time again which was really annoying but it was Hayley's time of the month, and that was far worse. Since when is it good manners to leave a pair of your dirty panties on your bedroom floor with a used pad still attached to them; take a shower and leave period blood all over the tiles; and spot on the toilet seat and not bother to clean it up?" Simon tried to clear the images of Hayley and the Senator having sex the other day from his mind. It was bad enough before, but knowing that Hayley had very poor feminine hygiene practices and the Senator enjoyed smelling and licking various private places of her made it so much worse. Susannah continued. "I've never once considered divorcing Gary even though he's been having affairs for years. He needs me more than I need him to pose with him and the kids and the Labradors for his publicity campaigns, where he tells lie after lie to his voters. When he started off in politics he really did believe in using his position for good, but so much power and so much money has changed him over time. With Hayley, she does have some advantages. When Gary is mounting Hayley and getting her to perform sick, twisted sex acts with him, at least he isn't trying to mount me and get me to do them with him. I do take my revenge, though, from time to time." "What do you do, if you don't my asking?" queried Simon. Again, Susannah laughed. "One night, Gary invited Hayley and Robert to our house for dinner. I gave Claudia the night off, and cooked myself. Gary's steak found itself in various interesting places; the kitchen floor, bathroom floor, the dogs' beds and under my feet, before I cooked it and served it up to him. As for Hayley, I added some extra special chocolate to her soufflé, not the type you buy in the supermarket or candy store, but in a pharmacy. Seeing Hayley race for the toilet was great, she was so desperate she actually sat down on it before she closed the door. Having Hayley stay overnight because she couldn't be more than a minute from a toilet wasn't so great, but seeing her dash for the bathroom all night with one diarrhea attack after another, and her getting through a whole roll of toilet paper was very satisfying, believe me." Simon laughed along with Susannah, pleased that her arrogant, adulterous husband and his bitch of a mistress did not get away with their affair with no consequence, and that Susannah did not just accept his infidelity lying down. "Anyway, that's enough about me and my cheating husband and my awful kids," said Susannah. "How about you? What are you studying at college?" Simon gave her the details, and he and Susannah spoke at length about their own experiences at college. Outside, a lightning strike lit up the hotel room, and raindrops struck the panes. "I love thunderstorms," said Susannah. "It's so romantic to make love when there is one going on outside." With that, Susannah drew up her legs and opened them at the knees, Simon instinctively looking at the ceiling when her white panties came into view. "Hey, don't be shy," came Susannah's soothing voice, as she stroked his hair. "Did you really think that I was going to get another room for myself, and leave you to have this big bed all to yourself?" "Um, yes, maybe," said Simon. "Well, you would be wrong then," said Susannah, running her finger down Simon's face. The beautiful 45-year-old blonde put her face forward, planting a kiss on Simon's lips. Simon responded, and felt himself getting hard as their tongues intertwined. As their mouths parted, nerves swept over Simon. He was about to sleep with the wife of a very powerful Senator. If this became public news, he could find himself at the center of a huge political scandal.