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Love of Politics Ch. 01

By: jacquioh2



Copyright June 2005. All rights reserved. May not be copied or published without express written permission from the author. This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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Chapter 01 -- 1991 A Political Junkie Finds Sexuality

I remember the first time we met. 

It was 1983 and I had volunteered to work for the Democratic candidate for Governor of Michigan, James Blanchard. We won, too, by the way. I was standing on a stepladder in one of those old high schools that had an auditorium with an old-fashioned stage. Mark wandered in while we were setting up for a rally. I saw him walking down the aisle when my friend Brenda commented on how good-looking he was. He had an easy-going confidence that showed as he glanced around the room and stopped at the foot of the stage.

There was a lot going on, people trying out speaker systems, others hammering signs onto strips of wood, people talking. I was holding one end of a banner while someone worked on the other end and I needed a tack. The tacks were on the floor far below the level of the stage. I looked down to find Mark standing there looking up my skirt. I asked him to hand me the tacks, but for several moments, he seemed so intent on my nylons that he didn't respond.

I stood looking at him with a smile until he looked up. 

"The tacks?"

He bent to hand them up and I could see that he was blushing at being caught trying to see my panties. His embarrassed grin was engaging and I liked him right away. I didn't know it then, but a long and increasingly close friendship had begun.

Our first pleasure together was the electric thrill of being on the winning side of a political campaign. To this day, I find the excitement of political campaigns almost sexual. They make me tingle with excitement the same way. 

In 1991, we both attended a statewide convention on Mackinaw Island in the Straits of Mackinaw. It was to be a fateful event that altered the course of our lives to this day.

Convention is ending

The band struck up a spirited and very loud "Happy Days Are Here Again" for the umpteenth time. I sighed wearily but sadly that the convention was coming to a close. Spotlights swept around the grand hall and balloons were released from overhead to fill the floor with red white and blue. A banner proclaimed "We're BACK in 1992!"

There is electricity to political activities that I find irresistible. I don't know if it is the feeling of power, or the high-energy people, or meeting people whose names are familiar on the nightly news. Whatever it is, I am aware that it raises an excitement in me that is almost sexual in nature. I shivered with the pleasure of it once again, even though three days and the inevitable late night parties had left me slightly drained. 

"How does the most beautiful campaign manager in Michigan manage to look so fresh and lovely after three days of this?"

I smiled as Mark's familiar arm slipped around my waist and I leaned into him. 

"I think you are not looking very carefully! Under this façade I'm exhausted!" I said loud enough to rise above the band. His arm squeezed me in an old friend's embrace. I felt a glow of pleasure in his company and the obvious warmth of his gesture.

"Will you manage my campaign again next time, then?"

"I said I was tired! Besides, my husband may lock me up if I come to many more of these and leave him baby-sitting."

"But I need you! No one else will do!" he exaggerated.

I looked up into his dark brown eyes and smiled my agreement. 

"Yes, OK, you're so helpless! I know!" Actually, I was delighted. I had successfully run his first campaign for the state legislature last fall and it was great fun. I found it very exciting. But, of course, he was a great candidate I actually thought he would one day be in the U.S. Senate. I was admittedly his biggest fan. 

"It'll be a little easier this time with the kids in school at least?" he said hopefully. "They are school age now, right?"

"Yes, Mick is in first grade now. There's practically nothing to do anymore!"

Mark smiled and rolled his eyes appreciatively. "Thanks, Beth, you're a marvel."

Someone supporting Bill Clinton had the microphone and we stopped to listen.

"I met this guy once. He's pretty high powered." Mark said. "Maybe he can make it. Got that southern charm, you know. And smart!"

"I think it's time to find our car-pool and head out, don't you?" We left the ballroom and scanned the lobby for Janet, who had been my roommate for the past three days. We spotted her in the bar having one last drink with one of the guys from the Upper Peninsula.

The Drive

"Oh, there you are!" she shouted. "I've been looking everywhere for you," she laughed, holding up her drink. 

"I can see you have," I replied, twisting my mouth into a skeptical smile.

"Listen, guys. I've got one or two items I didn't get finished and I want to stay over for another day. Would you mind driving back yourselves? Charlie here has offered to fly me home in his plane tomorrow. I hate to confuse things, but .... Oh, and I think Kelly wants to stay over too. Can you two manage?"

This left Mark and me in Janet's suburban for the 4 or 5 hour drive downstate. 

"Up to you Mark, I'm probably going to fall asleep though, so don't count on help with the driving."

"OK, sure, not a problem." Mark smiled.

And so, we found ourselves alone on the ferry staring into an autumn sunset and the Mackinaw Bridge beginning to twinkle into view.

We pulled our coats around our necks and drank in the view along with deep breaths of crisp fresh air off the lake.

"Your husband isn't political, I guess?"

"Worse. He is interested, but has gone bad - he's moved to the right of Attila the Hun! But, he isn't a bit interested in political party activities of either side. He considers this my hobby and is happy to leave me to it if I don't insist on playing golf with him!"

He smiled that lovely smile and leaned his head to the side, staring into my eyes with the warm friendship that made me a little weak in the knees. I had been tempted during the last few years, but so far, I was still completely faithful to David, my one and only. The gentle flirting between Mark and me was pleasant, but harmless. And I think it was never obvious enough for anyone to think otherwise. For an ambitious first-year state congressman, that was important. 

"How long have we been buddies, now?" he asked quietly, turning out into the highway and heading south.

"Well, if you count the first time I caught you trying to look up my dress, it's exactly nine years," I laughed.

"I do count that one! And a very pretty sight, too."

I punched his arm. "Now cut that out!" 

I stared off into the sunset and recalled the meticulously neat 21-year old standing at the foot of the high school stage. I had volunteered for a campaign and stood at the edge of the stage holding one end of a sign for some one. He had been so engrossed in trying to see up my short skirt that he didn't hear my question. I had just had my first baby and I knew that an old married lady had no business enjoying the attention. We were immediate friends and saw each other whenever there was a political event that needed volunteers.

Janet's suburban was a huge thing and it felt more like a truck to me. I leaned my head against the window and watched drowsily as the headlights cut a swath into the night. It wasn't very comfortable and that brought me to a fateful mistake, .. .. well maybe mistake is not the right word.

"Mark,- would you mind if I leaned on you instead of this hard cold window? I hate this big old truck."

"Mmmmm, as the big bad wolf would say, 'be my guest.'"

"Now cut that out!" I said. I scooted across the wide seat and pretended to puff up his shoulder in preparation for a long snooze.

We droned on through the night as I dozed off on my friend's shoulder with the masculine scent of his body rich in my nostrils. It was just like when I was a child and my father drove through the night with me sound asleep against him - or, with my head in his lap. It was a delicious feeling then and now.

The Dream

The pleasures of the past few days drifted across my mind. The sounds, the friends, the big name politicians, the jokes, the flirting, all those exciting elements that thrilled me so. Being involved in it was nearly sexual in the way it affected me. I was on a constant high at these events. 

I drifted in and out of sleep several times and each time drifted back off. I slipped my heels off and curled my legs up on the seat, then snuggled deep into his shoulder, my hand resting on his forearm. The exhaustion set in and I fell deeper into sleep, waking only when we hit a bump or something interrupted the steady hum of the engine.

I noticed on one wakeful moment that my arm was resting on Mark's leg, my hand drifting down on the inside of his thigh. I could feel the warmth of his leg under my wrist. I stared down at my arm, lighted by the dashboard lights. I felt too tired to move it; I just stared at it. But then I noticed that there was a distinct bulge in his pants visible in the dimly lighted scene. 

I knew that I should sit up. I knew that my arm should not be resting so warmly against his thigh. I knew that I should not be causing my dear Mark the discomfort of an erection, no matter how innocently it had begun. The bulge was lovely and it looked quite large in the orange glow of the instrument lights.

Without thinking, I rubbed my thighs together slightly, pleasurably, like a caress - or like a plaintive cry for a caress, which was it? I could hear the quiet whisp-whisp of my nylons; could he hear too? And would it be something sensual to him, drawing his awareness to my legs, to the warm secret place between my legs? I wondered. Or was he already aware of a faint sexual scent in the closed space of the car.

I raised my self, but as I did it, I accidentally touched the bulge in his pants with the back of my hand. I felt guilty immediately. I pretended it didn't happen.

"Are you OK? Want me to drive awhile?" I asked.

Mark shook his head, "I'm fine. Go back to sleep."

"Not in your way?"

He raised his arm and tucked me under it, shaking his head without comment.

I knew it was my second mistake, but I was so very tired, and it was so inviting to be cuddled when you are so tired.

Sleepily, I relaxed against him and let my arm fall once more onto his thigh, my head lolling against his chest. I stared down at the warm glow on his bulge and drifted into sleepy dreams once again. I felt the soothing touch of his hand on my hip, patting me softly.

In my dream, I saw poor Mark's left hand leave the steering wheel briefly to pull at his snug pants for more room for his cock. I could actually see his fingers rub the long length of cock now prominently visible under the dark pant leg. In the dim light, I watched dreamily as another, slimmer hand replaced his fingers and pressed soothingly along the length of cock and patted it gently. I felt it harden and lengthen still more. It was warm and hard and my panties suddenly felt quite wet.

We droned through the night, warm and full of feelings of human comfort. His hand was still on my hip, but his fingers found the line of my panties and slowly fondled it with soft fingertips, until it disappeared under the cheek of my bottom. 

My right hand now cupped his balls and his cock, my finger tips deep down under him. I heard him moan his pleasure softly and felt him squirm to give me more room to grip him. 

Touching

I found myself thinking how disappointed my husband David has been when he asked me to describe my high school sexual experiences with other men. He found the idea so exciting that just asking me to tell him made his cock get bigger and harder as he shuddered his pleasure into me.

I wonder if it would be exciting to tell him about this drive? This feeling of excitement in my stomach - at feeling the cock of someone not my husband. And increasing moist warmth between my legs. Would those be exciting details for him to hear whispered hoarsely as we coupled?

I heard the car slowing and my reverie dissolved. I tried to avoid giving him one last squeeze before pulling my hand away. I sat up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. Maybe he hadn't noticed, maybe I had just dreamed it all.

"Need gas," he said quietly. "Shall we get a cup of coffee?"

I nodded sleepily and put my hand back on his arm possessively while I probed with my toes for my heels. 

"Think I lost my shoes!"

Mark opened the door and came to my side of the car. He swept his hand under the seat until he found my other shoe, then bowed graciously and held my shoe for me to slip my toe in.

"Are you just trying to look up my dress again?" My smile betrayed me as he leered and nodded. He gently squeezed my nylon-covered calf as he put on my shoe. I briefly pulled my skirt to mid thigh and watched as his eyes darted to the hem.

"What color?" I asked.

"White!'

"Wrong!" I giggled.

We drank our coffee and looked at each other sleepily.

"I shouldn't have leaned against you like that. I'm sorry. I should have stayed on my side. Perhaps I should not be your campaign manager?"

"Oh, no! You can't get away that easily. Don't say that."

"But .. .."

"No, it's OK. Friends. A friend thing, .. really! Delightful. Are you OK? I'm .. .. well, terrific."

"Sure?" I asked.

"Sure!" he said.

I nodded, and looked away.

"I have a cabin on the Au Sable. Not far away. .. .. would you?"

"No, I have to get home. You know. Getting late. But, thanks."

In the ladies room I looked at myself in the mirror for a long minute, I wasn't quite sure why, but I slipped my pantyhose down and off and stuffed them into my purse. I gave myself a dirty look on the way out.

I sat on my own side of the car for a while and we made small talk.

After half an hour, he held his hand out to me and I slipped across the seat and snuggled against his warmth once again. I pressed my lips briefly against his cheek, and then pressed my cheek against his shoulder. I put my hand back on his leg and felt his lips nuzzle my hair in a kiss.

His hand rested on my thigh as we settled in once more. He noticed that my legs were now bare under the dress and it occurred to me that I was being a bit obvious.

"It feels good to get out of pantyhose after 12 hours." I offered. My conscience whispered to me that I was saying that to make him even hotter. Men think of our underwear as sex objects, I know that, but it slipped out.

"You feel nice -- even without them."

"You're so sweet."

When his hand slipped between my legs, I parted them a little to invite him closer. I slipped my hand over his bulge once again. It felt different. Looser, freer. I realized that he had taken off his underwear. Slowly, I searched for his zip and found it already unzipped. I slipped my hand inside and immediately felt the masculine hair of his body and then the hard erect cock waiting for my touch.

I curled my hand around it and felt it slide against my wrist, its warmth a pleasure on my skin. I grasped his balls and pressed my wrist against the underside of his length. It felt hot and very hard, yet a velvety softness under my exploring hand.

Mark parted my legs and his hand slipped up my thigh, pushing my skirt ahead of him. We snuggled against each other, my thigh pressed tightly against his. I felt the first contact of his hand on my panties and the shock was surprisingly acute. 

"This is a first, Mark, .. .. I mean .. since I got married."

" I think I know that, Beth," he said quietly, and squeezed my leg.

He moaned as my hand explored the bareness of his huge, threatening hardness. I looked down and admired the cock jutting straight up in the orange light of the instruments. My hand was tight around his shaft. The head and three inches of shaft jutting above my grip formed a powerful image of strength and strident need. My mouth was dry with excitement as I looked at the great mushroom ofa head and the deep ridge just behind it. With my other hand I explored that deep ridge with a fingertip. It was beautiful but slightly frightening in its taut strength.

"Yellow," he whispered.

I nodded and smiled, then squeezed his dick in reply.

"I'm afraid you have made them a little wet, though."

"I love that, too." he muttered. His finger slipped past the tight leg band and touched my very moist slit. It was my turn to tense up and suck in my breath.

We seemed all alone in the night, the headlights sweeping a path before us through the total blackness of the Michigan countryside.

Two hands gently caressed in the darkness. He asked me to stop a moment and I put that lovely dick back inside his pants and for a little while contented myself with teasing its head lightly with the tips of my fingernails.

Mark pulled his hand away from me and I watched as he brought his glistening finger to his lips and tasted my pussy and then made a quiet purring noise. I squeezed the head of his dick in reply.

Showing

"I really have to get home, .. .." I began, "but, maybe we could park a minute before we get there, .. .. I want to kiss .. .." I whispered the last into his ear. A shiver ran through me and I slipped my hand inside his pants once more, my hand finding the soft warm skin of his big cock, and sliding further to cup his balls.

I snuggled closer and he hugged me closer. He fondled my breast for the first time and I pressed it into his cupped hand. We headed into the off-ramp to a rest area and mark parked far down toward the end of the empty parking lot. He turned the headlights off, but the instrument panel lights remained on. Mark turned toward me and our lips met as he slid toward me, easing himself out from under the steering wheel. His tongue slipped between my lips and I felt my body shudder with pleasure. It was like the memory of my very first French kiss, thrilling from top to bottom. I eagerly responded with a darting tongue as his hand slipped between my legs and fondled my pussy,

"I want to see you."

"OK." I replied, and leaned back against the door and raised my skirt. 

He looked around to be sure we were still alone and turned on the inside light. My yellow panties gleamed between parted legs. I glanced down to see the outline of my patch of dark hair and the dark spot of my sexual excitement. I watched his reaction and it was thrilling to see how excited he was to look at the firm prominent mound between my legs.. 

"I need to go shopping. These are getting a little tattered. Should have worn something nicer if I'd known .. .. if I'd known .. .." I was babbling and I knew it. There was a catch in my throat that let him know how tense it was making me to brazenly show him my panties.

"Pretty,.. .. very pretty." He made it all right.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against the firm mound under my panties. I slipped my fingers into his hair and pressed him close as he continued to nuzzle my pussy. My eyes closed in pleasure and I slipped toward him, spreading my legs wider and pushing my pussy against his moving lips.

He raised his head and looked out at the parking lot again, though the windows had begun to steam over with our body heat. His hands were fondling my bottom through the satin panties as his lips returned for another soft kiss. This time, my tongue led the way, probing along his lips and then opening them with pointed insistence.

His hands explored and slowly found their way up to cup both breasts.

"Should we turn out the lights?" I reminded him.

"Let me see them first?"

I unbuttoned my dress and watched his eyes devour the sight of my breasts bulging from a lacy bra. His hands slipped inside my dress and lifted my breasts so he could press a kiss between them. My hands pressed him close and the feeling of his hands and his lips on my breasts sent an electric thrill down my body and seemed to go straight to my pussy which was now even wetter under the snug panties.


Love of Politics Ch. 01



"They're beautiful!" he muttered.

I unsnapped the front closure bra and let it spring oven for him. Mark swallowed hard as I shrugged my shoulders and let my breasts and nipples sway gently in front of his eyes. It was a sensational seeing how my breasts affected him.

He reluctantly turned off the lights leaving only the dim lighting of the parking lot. I pressed myself into his arms and excitedly twisted and turned my lips against his as my breasts pressed against the tweed of his jacket. My hand slipped down to grasp his cock and I forced him back against the seat as I began sliding my hand up and down the shaft. The skin of his dick was taut under my hand. 

His hands were squeezing my breasts and he pinched my crisp nipples between his fingers.

"They're beautiful, Beth, .. .. you're beautiful." He whispered hoarsely as he squeezed and fondled me eagerly.

"I like the way you touch me," I whispered, my voice trembling a little. 

I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, my heart racing with excitement. As he fondled my breasts, I began stroking his lovely dick. My hand seemed to cover about half his length as I began sliding up and down from the head to the hairy base with a snug grip. I could feel the tension throughout my body, but especially in my hand as I began giving him pleasure. His hands tightened on my breasts and his legs straightened as his body stiffened. 

Mark's pretty cock juts straight out from his body, not curved at all. It looked proud and rampant under my hand and I pressed it closer to his body to direct it up onto his stomach rather than onto his pants. I watched his face as I continued to stoke up and down his dick. It felt wonderful under my hand.

It was a thrilling moment. For the next few moments, he was almost helpless under my hand. I could smell his sex here in the big suburban, closed off from all the rest of the world, while only we two enjoyed a few moments of intimacy. The smell of his sex in my nostrils was wildly stimulating.

I felt him tense as I speeded up. I let my hand slip over the bulbous velvet head and felt the precum coat my palm. His body shuddered and I heard him moan sharply as the first spurt burst from him. I felt the surprise of its warm creamy texture hit my forehead.

"Come!" I urged, my hand stroking faster and squeezing to milk it out of him. Again he spurted under my hand and I felt the warm lovely cream rolling over my hand as it fucked up and down the hard thrusting shaft.

"Yes! Yes!" I whispered into his ear as I urged his cock to give me more. His body began to relax, the last of his cum oozed down over my hand. I leaned over and kissed the warm slick head and then pressed his cum to his lips with mine. His tongue came alive under mine.

"Oh, god, .. .... That was, .. .. .. " he sighed loudly. "That was, .. .. lovely!" he murmured, hands pressing my breasts softly as his dick softened in my hand. I found a tissue and wiped him off and then gently put him back into his pants.

I knelt on the seat and felt his hand go between my legs as he kissed my nipples once more. His hand reached between my legs and brushed across the silky expanse of my bottom and his wrist pressed along the length of my pussy lips in a final lovely caress.

As we drove back onto the highway, Mark looked across at me and smiled, more relaxed than I had seen him in three days of the convention. 

"It's been a wonderful trip, Beth, sorry it's ending."

"Me too, the whole trip."

"Yes, the whole trip. Listen, I have to say something important. They say that sex between friends can ruin the friendship. I would hate that!"

"So would I, Mark. So let's not let it. OK? I know we are both family people and I know that we are friends because we are sort of soul mates. So let's not ruin that."

"Shall we think of this as a bottle of special Champaign that we put away for some future special event? I mean there might be a time or a moment when we decided to open the bottle. Or just take the bottle out and look at it together, but decide that it isn't the time to open it again."

"I love that thought. I'm so glad you said that. It's perfect. Who knows, perhaps someday we'll decide to open it and .. .. .. even have strawberries with it ....?"

The look we exchanged was soft and warm and he leaned forward and we tasted each other's lips again for a long minute.

"Yes. I'll always be hoping for the strawberries."

He carried my suitcase up to the door and I searched around for my key and unlocked the door.

"Thanks for everything, Mark!"

"Good night! Thanks to you, too."

Home To David

He didn't risk a final kiss and I was slightly relieved, since there was still a light on in the house. I straightened my dress and hoped that it wasn't too rumpled as I pushed open the door to find the children asleep on the couch and David looked up sleepily from his chair in front of the TV.

'Hey, how's the nation's political process functioning?" he said with a grin. The kids wanted to wait up for you.

I nervously leaned over to brush a kiss on his lips and he pulled me into his lap. 

"It was fun! You know I'm a political junkie, though. I told Mark I would run his campaign next year again. Is that OK?"

"Someone has to represent the family! Too bad it's with those pinko liberals, though. Do they know how lucky they are?"

"Oh, I think they do." I laughed. I leaned back against him as his hand found my breast.

"Hope you're not too tired, I've been sitting here thinking about you for three nights!"

"Oh, really?" I giggled. "Well, I got a little sleep on the trip, so, .. .. .... .. ." I teased.

We carried the children to their beds. They half woke up to give me a sleepy good night as I tucked them in and then stood admiring their curly heads.

David's hands slipped under my breasts and squeezed. I leaned back against him and felt the telltale pressure of warm cock against my bottom. I waited while he unbuttoned my dress and let his hands explore my bra with eager hands. A little twinge of guilt crept along my spine. 

"You're awfully randy tonight! What on earth were you thinking about me?" I asked as his lips nibbled on my earlobe.

"Thinking about those big high school athletes that wanted you when you were the hotsy-totsy cheerleader? You promised to tell me the whole story, if I was a good baby sitter."

"I keep telling you, there's nothing to tell, darling!" I had forgotten the joking promise he had extracted before he let me go to the convention.

David picked me up and carried me to our bed. Kneeling, he pushed my knees apart and slipped his hands up the outside of my legs. He leaned between my legs and kissed me on the mound.

"I'm going to eat you up, sweetie! Mmmmm, baby, you're wet already. I think politics gets your motor running, you know that?"

"Wait, give me a minute to freshen up, dear." I took off my dress and rolled my hips as I let him admire me walking to the bathroom in panties and bra.

I took off the sodden panties in the bathroom and dropped them in the hamper. I dabbed perfume here and there and put a simple nightie over my head. 

David undressed as he watched me hang my dress in the closet.

"You look gorgeous, you know that?" he said. I climbed into bed beside him and reached under the covers to find his cock.

"Tell me about that high school hero, darling. Tell me how he tried to get into those pretty little panties." He whispered hoarsely into my ear. 

"I don't know why you find that so interesting. And even less why it's exciting." 

It was a familiar issue in our sex. I hadn't had that much sex life in high school, and I wasn't good at inventing something. David sometimes longed to hear me tell him how an old boyfriend had made love to me. The thought of it was highly stimulating to him. But I didn't really have that much to offer him, though sometimes I would embellish some relatively tame evening of necking to heighten our pleasure. In the beginning of marriage I was offended by it, but over time I decided that it was not harmful and tried to do better at making up the fantasies.

David slipped his leg between mine and I stroked his cock. I couldn't help making comparisons to Mark even though I know it brands me as a bit of a slut. How could I be lying here with my husband just an hour after bringing another man's cock to a steaming climax. I was confused about this new turn of my life.

But to please him, I began. I began as if it had happened in high school and not just this very night. And as I told him more and more detail, he became more and more excited.

"We were driving back from a concert," I began. "It was a long drive and it was late at night. Bobby was driving his father's big Suburban station wagon and I was sitting close to him."

"I knew there was a story there! I've never heard this one," he murmured, and his cock grew in my hand. His hand slipped between my legs and I opened to let him feel my moist pussy.

"I was tired and falling asleep and Bobby kept putting my hand against his cock. Finally I began stroking it as he wanted."

"Just like you are stoking me?"

"Yes, like this." I slipped my hand lower to grasp David's balls and felt the warmth of his cock against my wrist as he writhed in pleasure.

'Did you let him feel you up too?"

"Yes, I put his hand down between my legs. He slowly slipped his hand under my skirt, .. .. higher .. .. until his hand was against my panties.

"Wait, wait, you don't have panties on." he giggled. David got of bed and turned on the lights. 

"Where did you put them?"

"Just get a clean pair for me out of the drawer."

He rummaged in the drawer and brought back a pair of white bikinis and I slipped them on and smiled as he watched.

He pressed against me and cupped my mound through the little panties.

"Like this?" he asked.

"No, just between my legs." I moved his hand and he pressed the side if his hand against my pussy. He wanted to see my breasts, so we stopped and parked and I did this:" 

I took off the gown and let my breasts sway in front of David's eyes.

"They're beautiful, Beth, .. .. you're beautiful." 

I shivered as I realized he had used almost the same words I heard earlier from Mark. I closed my eyes with pleasure as his hands fondled my breasts and his lips nibbled jutting nipples.

"Bobby got very excited and sucked on my nipples, while I did this." I put my hand around David's dick and began demonstrating how I had fucked my high school boyfriend with my hand.

"Did you let him put it in, darling? Like this?"

"No."

David slipped between my legs and I spread them wide for him. I guided his cock, letting the head of it caress up and down my pussy lips -- then let him slide into me. His hot cock felt lovely parting the walls of my vagina and filling me up.

"Why not? I'll bet he wanted to put it in!" his breathing was jagged now as he sank all the way into me and stayed there, insinuating his hips slightly so his cock moved around inside the wet length of my snug sheath.

"I think he did." I said, letting myself enjoy my husband's cock as it probed around the familiar walls of my pussy.

"God you are sexy, Beth." 

"Did you take him in your mouth? He whispered.

"No, not that either," I said.

David was thrusting between my widespread legs and urging me for more details.

"I just fucked him with my hand, darling, just with my hand."

"Oh, god, you're pussy feels hot darling."

"I kept stroking Bobby's big cock ......." My words were punctuated by our thrusting. "Oh, that's good, David, ... that's it, that's it. Fuck me, honey .... More! Harder, shove it in, baby," I rasped.

"It's Bobby fucking you baby," he rasped

"Oh, shove it in Bobby, shove it in .." I moaned, pleasure flooding my body.

I felt his body tighten and I grabbed his buns to urge him deeper. I could feel the head of his cock touching, jabbing, moving deep inside me. I was thrusting eagerly for more of him, meeting him thrust for thrust. I had my eyes closed in pleasure as we fucked together, trying for every last bit of pleasure from the mating of cock and pussy. Again and again I felt him thrust, his leg muscles hard and straight between mine as we both moaned in pleasure.

I came with a great shiver and felt his cum explode into my vagina. As he fell exhausted on top of me, I felt his cock relax and then slip from the grasp of my pussy. His cum cascaded from my vagina and slipped slowly down my crease.

I lay in the darkness a long time thinking about this unusual night of lovemaking. 

"I should be feeling guiltier than this." I thought. But I felt deliciously tired and wonderfully satisfied. Tomorrow I would think this over and see what to do with it. I leaned over and kissed David's cheek just as he began to snore contentedly beside me.

Be Continued...



Love of Politics Ch. 02



Copyright June 2005. All rights reserved. May not be copied or published without express written permission from the author. This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Chapter 02 -- 1991 A Political Junkie Finds Sexuality

Thinking it over – Home and Hearth

"You were great last night, you sexy devil!" His-fresh shaved face nuzzled my ear and I smiled without opening my eyes. "I gave them their cereal, so you can sleep in for half an hour."

David lingered and fondled my bare breasts while he nuzzled my neck.

"Thanks. I'm almost awake," I said. "You're a brute. Just look at the state you left me in."

He laughed with self-congratulating pleasure. "I gotta go, see you tonight!"

I sat up and then realized how accurate my description had been. David's cum slipped down my leg as I stood up and hurried to the bathroom, one hand trying to keep the flow from spotting the soft yellow carpet of our bedroom.

Cathy was at the door to catch her mommy darting across the room with wilted nightgown pressed between her legs and boobs bouncing gaily before her.

"Good morning honey, Mommy's coming. Just give me a minute."

I got welcome-home hugs and then they told me all the things that happened while I was gone. 

A beautiful and welcome silence descended over the house as they ran for the school bus, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I took the pot of coffee and toast onto the terrace, settled into a cushioned chair by the glass table and stared into the rising sun of a beautiful fall day.

With elbows on the table and steaming hot cup clutched with both hands, I began reviewing what I had done. 

Well how bad was it? I had leaned on his shoulder most of the drive home. I had enjoyed the male scent of him. I had flirted with him, but that was not out of the ordinary, we all flirt, right? But, ... and it's a big BUT, I had definitely touched him first. Drowsy or not, I touched his cock. What's more I squeezed it and teased him into a state!

I fought to keep the smile off my face. But, I had really, really, teased him into a state! Poor Mark! 

The question was whether or not I dared be around him anymore. Assuming that he wants to be around me, that is. 

"Wait, wait a minute!" I heard myself saying, what about the fooling around you did?"

"But, .. ... I didn't let him .. .. you know. We didn't actually do it."

When I closed my eyes with guilty pain, I could see Mark's straight, strong cock jutting through my fingers and the soft warm cream flowing down over my hand.

"Well, it would have been terribly unfair to leave him without, .. .. you know, to leave him hanging,, .. I mean .. it would have been .. ... cruel," I argued.

The coffee tasted good this morning, I thought idly.

"But you enjoyed it! And besides, you showed him your boobs! You let him FEEL your boobs."

I winced at the memory of how brazenly I had shown them to him.

"And you enjoyed it, girl, you enjoyed him looking at them!"

"Well, he is so charming. So handsome."

"That's no excuse!"

I hate having a conscience. Consciences are always nagging.

"God, but he enjoyed them!" I couldn't resist the smile remembering how excited he was, sitting there looking at my breasts and then the gentle way he fondled them.

My conscience rattled on.

"I wonder if he is sitting with a cup of coffee thinking about my breasts this morning?"

"You're incorrigible! Not only that, you let him put his hand in your panties!"

"Not in! Not exactly in." I complained. "Just a little .. .. just a little finger, actually."

My Rationale - 

Throughout the day, the argument continued. 

By afternoon, my decision was still not clear, but I had decided to let things run as they were. Mark and I saw each other rarely except for political meetings and they were not frequent, except in election years. We had few close friends in common, so we would not likely be thrown together more often than in the past. We both had agreed that we did not want sex to ruin a good friendship and that both of us were clearly devoted to our families. 

"Why can we not enjoy the friendship and even some intimacy if it was not overdone?" I argued, out loud.

We both had plenty of energy. No one at home would be short-changed by anything we were likely to do. And besides, we would both always be involved in political activities, so much time was going to be spent away from family anyway. David had his own separate hobbies and pastimes that did not include me; this was my pastime! I truly loved being around politics and political people. 

And so, if neither of us tried to push the friendship into something it could not be, we should be able to have a truly rewarding relationship. Why not? Let's see what develops. I just have to hope that he doesn't push for something more than that. 

"You better hope you don't push for something more that that!" I muttered quietly as I watched the school bus stop at the corner. Mick jumped out, coat flying, book pack over one shoulder and ran toward home. Cathy sauntered along behind him, primly feminine, as if she marched to a different drummer entirely. 

"Like father like son, and her mother's daughter." I thought with pleasure. "Aren't they beautiful?"

Just then the phone rang.

"Hi, Beth, it's Mark." 

I wasn't sure if my heart sank or if it bounded.

"Oh, Hi! Got home all right, then?"

"Yep. Long ride, but awfully good company, I thought!" he said.

"True. I agree. Thanks for .. .. everything."

"Listen, I don't want to keep you. Just wanted to hear your voice tell me that you will manage my campaign again next year?"

"Yes, yes, I thought if over some more, and I think I'd like that, Mark. If you are sure?" We were both fencing. I guess.

"Great! I couldn't be happier. Time flies so we we'll probably need to get together .. .. soon, if that's OK.

"Yes, fine."

"Meanwhile, of course, if anything comes up, questions or anything, you can always give me a call. Anytime."

"Yes, always on the job! Right? I'm glad you called, Mark. And, .. thanks for being such a friend."

"You too, .. .. you too, Beth. Wonderful .. .. being .. with you. Bye, now."

What a relief. Enough of a call to be reassuring; enough to hear each other's voice. And yet just the right touch to reinforce the pleasure. On balance, I was glad that he called. I hoped that it wasn't just that I wanted to be romanced no matter what my resolve was.

Life is not simple, I concluded with another sigh.

First Slip - Alone By Accident, The Perfect Opportunity

In the new year, the fund-raisers became more frequent. Mark's second year in the legislature began and so he was in Lansing for sessions on Tuesday through Thursday. He liked to meet for updates at least every two weeks and so we would meet for coffee or occasionally lunch at various little restaurants.

Each time we were to meet or attend the same meetings, I found myself giving extra time to how i was dressed. At first I would shake my head to the mirror and scold myself for preparing as if it were a date. I eventually gave up and admitted that I couldn't help it.

Panties that had got a bit worn or tattered were not acceptable and I would toss them away and find a pair that were crisp and clean and pretty. I always wore skirts or dresses, because I knew that he liked them. But, for a few months, it was unnecessary because we were doing well at keeping our behavior perfectly businesslike.

It was only myself I was teasing. Feeling all sexy and looking starry-eyed at my handsome hero from across the room. I wore short skirts because he liked seeing my legs. At one fund-raiser I had even gone without a bra under a very fluffy, loose sweater. As I came down the steps of the stage I tripped and Mark caught me. His hand landed on my breast and so I figure he knows I am dressing for him too.

"I remember the feeling -- from my dreams," he whispered later. It sent a shiver down my spine and my panties were moist from his touch and the flirting.

I was looking for a place for a golf outing fund-raiser when spring arrived. A likely spot was a new course opening as a resort and conference center. They would open for the first time in the spring so it would be a new course and it would be good advertising for them. I had been invited to come for a meal to check the place out and bring someone along as a "date." At the last minute, David was called out of town and couldn't go with me, and so I called Mom to sit with them. I'm lucky that she's always willing to stay with her grandchildren.

My cell phone rang and Mark was there asking to set up a coffee meeting. I told him that I was on my way to look over the conference center.

"Really? Well, I'm ahead of schedule. I'd like to see that place. Why don't I meet you?"

So that's how it happened. 

I met the manager who showed me around the conference facilities. 

"I'm Lisa," she said. "Anything at all I can do, please let me know."

She opened doors on several conference rooms, each different.

"We can accommodate groups of any size, as you can see. Small cozy rooms with fireplaces for committees, medium size with refreshment bars in the back and all the AV equipment in the cabinets in the back."

She strode down the outdoors walkways from building to building. and finally came to a separate lodge at the end of a long walkway. "And this is an example of one of the guest suites. Yours for the night, by the way." I was confused. I had told them I wouldn't stay overnight, but it had seemingly gone unnoticed. I told Lisa that someone else would arrive shortly and want to look around, too. 

'Oh, good. I have to leave shortly, though. I'm sorry. Do you think if I gave you keys you could do the tour? Of course any of the staff will be happy to help, but people usually are more comfortable on their own, to discuss the facilities."

"Yes, of course, that's no problem," I replied.

Back at the main lodge, she introduced me to Gene the bartender and Carl, the chef. She said her goodbyes and left me in the little bar off the dining room. 

"There is a big gang coming in for dinner. Some company kicking off a training session, So things will liven up soon, I'm afraid," Gene said as he delivered his specialty - a tall, cool, Long Island Iced Tea. I sipped gratefully and relaxed in the soft high stool and thumbed through the material Lisa had left.

"Aha, there you are!." Mark said, putting his hand on my shoulder briefly and then taking a stool. Gene offered a drink and we moved to a table and huddled over the layout of the place. All very businesslike, we were.

"I have keys to everything, so we can see the conference facilities if you want to. Not much to see on the golf course in the dark."

Mark raised his eyebrows and grinned.

"And still too cold for that!" I laughed. The drinks went down like velvet.

"You look pretty, by the way," he said with a sincere smile.

"Thank you galant sir. You always make me feel so good!" I said, my hand on his arm.

We began our tour, me searching the key rings for the right ones and turning lights on as we explored.

The AudioVisual supplies are terrific. Look at this closet. It's like an extra room!

Being in the little room together was too much. We stood close together at last and I looked up at him. His lips nuzzled mine and we just stood still like that for a minute, then parted and he turned and walked out. My nipples were turned on by the kiss and I knew that my panties were already getting moist.

We continued the tour, meeting only a few staff members who offered help or made suggestions.

And finally we went back to the main lodge for dinner. I had not mentioned the suite. It had caught in my throat unspoken. Just thinking about it made my nerves tremble and my knees weaken slightly.

Dinner was in a high ceiling room with huge wood beams and stained glass windows. The big group had arrived and was milling around the dining room having drinks and getting ready for dinner. They had a small combo playing dinner music in one corner of the room and a bar set up in the far end.

"Are you pressed for time Mark, or can we have a leisurely dinner?" I asked.

"Yes, of course. Actually, I'm completely free. Phyllis is out of town for the weekend."

After I caught my breathe, I said, "Ah .. .. Oh, good, two bachelors ... out on the town? I mean, David is away too." I was suddenly a little uncomfortable. And, I knew it was going to be impossible to mention the suite now.

We sipped the wine and talked about the legislative session Mark had just come from. The fun of the political activities had me on a high again and our conversation was lively and fun. The big group gathering in the room went largely unnoticed, we were so engrossed in our own conversation. Mark was alternately amusing and serious. I hardly noticed when his ankle made contact with mine under the table. I answered with a slight pressure of my own and conversation stopped for just a moment as we looked into each other's eyes. 

Mark excused himself for a few minutes and I looked around at the business group. It passed through my mind that my husband was in just such a group tonight, in some place just like this. There were more men than women, but quite a few women. I could see the little clusters of men and women flirting, laughing, having a good time. It was impossible not to accept the fact that David was somewhere doing this same flirting. But I had long ago accepted that fact about his life as a salesman and then sales manager. 

Mark glanced around the room and sat down again. "Now, enough of this political stuff. How have you been? I think about you often when I don't see you." 

They brought rack of lamb and we made eyes at each and let the succulent juices run down our cheeks like one of those Henry the Eighth dinners. 

"This is the most relaxed I've been in months. Do you know why?"

"Half a bottle of wine and two of Gene's best drinks?"

"No, because of you. You are the one person I seem able to be completely comfortable talking with."

"Now that's not true, you are the most .. .... .. no, I won't say the obvious. I do happen to know what you mean. It is nice to have someone to talk to. I feel it too. So, I won't boost your ego by telling you how good you are talking to people." I laughed.

"Yeah, well you know what I mean. Some of that's like being onstage and reciting lines."

Dessert was something wild and pretty. Caramel dribbled all over a chocolate construction and berries alongside.

Our waiter arrived with a bottle of Champagne. "This is the best in the house, sir, would you like me to open it now?

"Shall I put it on a room charge? It's 201, isn't it, the Cottage?"

I looked into Mark's eyes and replied, "Yes, that's it."

"No, no, this is personal, it's a gift. Don't open it. Here, I'll give you my credit card."

Turning to me, he held the bottle out to me with a smile. "I hope it's all right. I want you to have a reminder on your bookshelf or someplace."

"A reminder?" I asked, taking the bottle and staring at it.

"You don't remember? You said our friendship would be like a bottle of champagne that you save to open for special occasions? On the way back from convention."

"Oh, sorry, Mark. Yes, I remember, it was beautiful! And thank you. I'll put it away. Such a nice way to remember; do you have a pen? I want to put the date on it."

"The date of the convention, then, Beth. I'll always remember it. September 9, 1990." Mark wrote on the label and handed it back. I leaned across and kissed his cheek.

"He said you had a room?" Mark finally said. It had clearly just dawned on him. Or was he embarrassed.

I stared across the candles and watched the candlelight flicker on his face for a long minute.

A shiver ran down my spine. "Yes. .. I .. told them I wouldn't need one, .. .. but they forgot .. .. but then, when they handed me the key, .. ... I didn't .. .. I kept it."

Our ankles pressed together more tightly. Mark leaned his elbows on the table and looked into my eyes.

"Does that mean that we need to make a decision?" He looked at me, a question on his face.

I nodded slowly and his eyes melted mine.

After a long time he asked. "And have you decided?"

"Yes?" I said, with a question in my voice.

His smile answered the question.

Maybe we could have one dance? he said. We could hold each other close on the dance floor without causing a scene. As we swayed with the music, neither of us said anything for a minute. Then I felt his lips kiss my ear through my hair. 

"Wonderful," he said quietly. 

'Do you think?" I replied and nodded against his shoulder.

He pressed my body tightly against his and I pressed my thigh between his. We rocked back and forth together feeling the heat between our bodies. I thought I could feel him getting hard already.

"Yes, wonderful. You're wonderful!" His lips nibbled at my hair.

We returned to the table and had trouble with small talk. Just touching under the table.

"Why don't we sign the check, then?"

I smiled at his eagerness, and nodded.

"Sorry," he grinned, "but it's true, I . . really ... can't wait. Sorry." He laughed and looked skyward.

"I'd let you feel my heart pounding, but I'm afraid it would cause a scene. I'm exited too.' 

We thanked the waiter and signed the ticket.

"I should go out the front door and move my car. Shall I come back .. .."

"I'll go to the suite. You can walk over from the car park." I slipped one of the key cards into his hand and squeezed it. "'Ill be waiting."

We parted and I strolled across the boardwalks to the suite, alone, deep in thought.

The Suite - Preparing The Scene

My heart rate must have been about the level of a marathon runner. I was about to have my first extramarital affair. I don't know what others feel when they take this step, but I was scared and tense. I slowed my walk, almost stopping, and thought it over once again. But, I decided that I wanted this. What I didn't want was to have it turn out badly, to feel cheap and tawdry. I began to focus on what I could do to make it as perfect as possible. I wanted it to be a thrill and to be beautiful. I wanted the earth. That made me smile; it was too close to that old saying about having the earth MOVE! I giggled and felt a little naive.

I wished that I had take off a couple more pounds. And thought of the imperfections of my body, that a new person, a new man was about to see. My god, I'm going to be naked with someone other than David!

"Maybe he'll chicken out!" I heard myself say as I fumbled the key card in backwards and got a red light. I turned it and got the green light. I pushed the door in with relief. I hurried into the bathroom to make myself over. How did I want to appear? Undress and hope there was a robe. Leave my clothes on. Would David prefer to undress me, or have me spring on the scene nude? Besides, I wanted Mark to undress me himself. I wanted to see that excitement in his eyes again, the way he looked at my breasts on the drive home from the convention. 

"Ah, well, there's no way I can get my nerve up to do that anyway."

I took off my pantyhose and piled them on the vanity, leaving them like a little cloud of femininity that men can't resist. Pantyhose may look tacky hanging around the bathroom to dry, but puffed up and warm from a woman's body was sexy and exciting to men. I'm not sure why exactly, but who am I to argue?

Then I began thinking that he had changed his mind. I paced. I examined the fruit basket the manager had sent and a second bottle of champagne also from the manager. I found some candles and lighted four of them, two in the sitting room two in the bedroom.

The room was decorated in muted fall colors with splashes of orange as accent. There was a tiny kitchen and two soft fluffy loose pillow sofas an easy chair and a TV. Soft music was coming from the TV, but no picture was on.




Love of Politics Ch. 02



"Where should I be when he comes in?" I thought in a panic. " Lounging against the doorway? Sitting over here on the sofa?" 

One wall was a huge mirror and I looked at myself critically. I wore a blue dress with white trim and a full skirt with slash pockets. I put my hands in the slash pockets and found myself posing in front of the mirror. I liked the dress. The slash pockets gave me a gracious, leggy, casual, confident look of a woman fully ready to be seduced. I smiled nervously about that thought.

I was nervous about everything. I realized that I was trembling.

I finally got hold of myself and took a deep breath, trying to relax.

When I heard the door rattle, I lost it and ran to meet him there! Not cool, but .... 

Mark slipped inside. "Sorry - got lost on the paths," he laughed.

"I'm so nervous I can't believe it. Are you? Do you think .. .. .." My voiced faded, not sure I wanted to ask if he thought we were doing the right thing. Wanting to go ahead, but not wanting to.

"Yes, .. .. my heart is in my throat. But .. .. nervous happy, though."

And then he simply swept me up into his arms and began a long kiss. I leaned back in his arms, my hands behind my back, determined to let my body just be worshipped for a few minutes. My hands found the back of a sofa and I just let him have his way. Mark's hands cupped my face as his lips explored mine softly. I didn't touch him, I just let my body go and he quietly and gently explored me. His tongue searched and found mine. His hands moved slowly from my face down my shoulders and then discovered my breasts. I thrust them into his hands and watched him devour them with his eyes and then press his lips between them in the V of my dress. He left me wanting more as his hands fondled my waist. His head moved back and forth as he continued our kiss. I nibbled his lower lip, then let him press his tongue deeper in my mouth. His hands moved my body in a little rocking movement as he held my waist and sank slowly lower, his lips finally coming away from mine. 

His hands were on my hips as he knelt in front of me, looked up into my eyes and then slowly pressed a kiss on my mound through the dress and panties. The silky quality of the dress made it slip sexily over the panties. My hands were still on the back of the couch and I looked down at his big brown eyes. My knees might not have held me if I weren't leaning on the sofa.

Mark moved his hands around my hips and spread his big hands on the cheeks of my bottom, squeezing me, fondling me. I noticed his eyes close for a moment as he sensuously explored me. I love having my bottom fondled. It must be one of my most erogenous zones. I loved the way Mark did it, too. He spent a lot of time teasing his hands back and forth; then he slipped his hands under my dress and continued with his hands on my panties. Then he slipped his hands up under my panties and his hands felt loving and gentle on the globes of my bottom. I shuddered with the sensation and suddenly wished my bottom were a little smaller. What was he going to think when he saw me without clothes?

I lifted my full skirt and put it over his head. He moaned and I could feel his cheek press against my stomach as his hands played under my pink panties. His hands slipped from under the elastic and down my legs, fondling and stroking along to the back of my knees. His lips pressed against my pussy mound and I could feel his mouth moving from one thigh to the other across the firm mound of my pussy. I parted my legs a little further and his hand slipped up my thigh to touch my pussy. I could feel the length of his finger pressing along the crotch of my panty and exploring the fleshy lips of my pussy.

"Am I wet there?" My nervous voice said in a hushed question.

"Mmmmm Hmmmmm!"

"See what you do to me?"

I pulled my dress up and reached for him, leading him into my arms and back to my lips. I spread my legs wider and pulled him closer, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Oh, Mark, that was sweet."

Neither of us wanted to move and we stood in each other's arms pressing against each other. I pulled at his tie and dropped it behind me. I unbuttoned his shirt and slipped my hand inside to feel his chest and squeeze his nipples.'

"At last I have had a good view up your skirt," he said through clenched teeth.

"Well, you've been trying for nine years. I got tired of fighting." I said.

"I don't want to move away from this position but I do need to visit the men's room. Also, maybe I can find something and for you to sip while I continue to drink you."

"I didn't come prepared to entertain strange men. Would you consider lending my your shirt as a nightie?"

"Mmmmmmmm, sounds nice," he murmured against my lips. "But what will I wear?"

"Nothing!" I giggled. "Nothing at all!"

He hurried off down the hallway. My "poufy" pile of pantyhose waited to further entrap him. 

He came out of the bathroom with his shirt in his hand but with his suit still on. "Didn't have the nerve. He said, grinning. He looked sexy though, a smooth tanned bare chest under the jacket of an unusually rich shade of medium brown.

The Seduction - First Time Clumsy Partners

He led me to a sofa in front of the fireplace.

"Now where were we? I mean the last time?" he said, smiling at me. I pulled my legs up on the couch and slipped into his arms.

"Like this, I think."

"Mmmmm, yes, but you were letting me see more of you," he laughed, reaching for the buttons of my dress.

As the dress came open, he slipped his hand over my pink lace bra and squeezed me. Our kisses were moist and full of tongues searching each other, trying to get closer and deeper into each other. He turned me so I was lying across his chest, my breasts visible. I thrilled at the way he looked at them, such an excited, hungry look. He slipped his hand under my dress and between my legs. He explored my pussy with his fingertips and urged my legs apart so his hand could cup me in a delicious, comforting caress that made me feel completely secure in his hand. He seemed to be holding my whole body in that one hand. At last, I was relaxed. I moved my pussy against his hand, encouraging the caress. It felt like I was caressing his hand with my mound. 

"Oh, you're making me so wet. Sorry."

"OH, god, that is so .. nice .. .. knowing you are that excited." He squeezed me and i moved against him as my lips devoured his a little bit more. "And I'm so glad you are wearing lipstick. I like the taste." His finger slipped past the elastic and touched my clitoris.

"Oh!" I muttered into his lips.

"Your breasts look beautiful like that," he said with a catch in his throat. I looked down to see that my pink bra was pushing curves up for his pleasure.

"Victoria's Secret! " I said. 'You like? I think it's a pretty bra. Last time I was embarrassed that I was wearing sort of tattered underwear, I'm a tramp. Since showing you my undies I've been shopping and replacing things .. .. .. just in case .. .. in case you looked again Am I terrible? I can't believe that I just confessed that to you!" I threw back my head and laughed. 

"God, Beth, that is so ... exciting ... hearing that ... is that true? For me?" I nodded and returned to sucking on his lips with enthusiasm.

"It's sexy having you talk to me about your underwear you know.."

"Yes, I guess I know that1" I whispered in his ear, sticking my tongue into the opening and feeling him shudder.

"I want you," he rasped. His finger slipped into my pussy for the first time and I gasped slightly. It was the initial surprise followed by a glow of pleasure that took my breath away for a moment. I pressed against his hand, asking for more.

"Put in another one, Mark." I said quietly, still nibbling his ear. He slipped the second one in and began finger-fucking me gently as I lifted my pelvis to encourage him. 'Oh, .. .. that is nice."

He kissed my neck and then brought us to the brink, his voice tight.

"I want you, Beth." I clutched him closer and rolled my head as I lunged for his lips and delved in for his tongue as I answered his question.

"Just a moment." I murmured, let me take this off." I reached for the light blue shirt on the back of the couch. Mark squeezed my pussy snuggly and continued to stroke his fingers in my wet pussy for a little longer as he sucked on my tongue. He took his fingers out of me at last and sucked my taste from his fingers and then offered me a taste, too. I licked his fingers and then we put our tongues together with eyes closed and tasted together.

"You taste .. so good." he breathed. And then smiled.

I walked toward the bedroom.

"Take it off there, Beth, .. .. please?"

I stopped and took a deep breath and pulled the dress up over my head, slowly unveiling my bottom to him. I folded my arms over the shirt and dress and smiled over my shoulder at him and walked into the bedroom. I put on fresh lipstick and dabbed perfume behind my knees, on the inside of my thighs, between my breasts and behind my ears. I even ran a comb through my hair quickly and looked at myself in panties and bra, adjusting my breasts back into the uplifting cups. I slipped on Mark's shirt, smelling the faint sexiness of his scent. I left the top three buttons open and noticed that he would see a hint of my panties just below the tail of the shirt; I opened the bottom button too. I was as ready as I could be and I leaned forward for one last check in the mirror; looking at the cleavage he would soon be nuzzling.

He smiled his pleasure as I walked toward him and stood in front of him, holding out my hand. He stood up and we danced a few steps, hugging our bodies close I slipped his suit jacket off his bare chest and threw it across the room and snuggled against him as we rocked to the music. Mark's hands slipped down my back and lifted the back of the shirt so he could feel my panties. I pressed my pussy mound against the hard bulge under his pants.

I turned and tugged him toward the bedroom. I caught him looking at my panties once again.

"I can't help it, it's cute!" he protested. Once again I felt the thrill of having him looking at my body with such excitement. I loved making him hot.

I sat on the bed and reached for him. I pressed my hand over the bulge of his cock under the rich fabric of his trousers and just enjoyed the warm roundness of it a moment. Then, looking up at him, I began unzipping his pants and letting them drop down his legs. His jockey shorts tented with his jutting cock and a wet spot was obvious where his round cock head stretched the fabric. There was a blue label at the center of the waistband and his shorts fit snuggly over an inviting bulge showing his balls and his big dick. I put my mouth over it and blew my hot breath through the fabric. He held my head and let me feel it with my mouth and lips. 

"You'll have to throw them away! I said. "Sorry, .. .. my lipstick ..." There was an oval lipstick mark where his cock had jutted the shorts into my mouth. I thought that someone more accustomed to an affair wouldn't make that mistake.

I held his balls for a moment, looking up into his face and then closing my eyes as I squeezed him. Slowly, I grasped the waistband and pulled them down. His cock sprang away from the shorts and remained pointing straight at my eye level. I wrapped my hand around him and admired the big mushroom like head, kissing it on the tip. A pointed fold held a droplet at the end of the tight slit at the end. I licked his cock head, enjoying the velvety texture and savoring his taste.

With my eyes on his, I looked questioningly at him as I opened my mouth and let my lipsticked lips be pressed apart by the head of Mark's cock for the first time. I let him look at his cock head against my pursed lips for a time and then slowly pushed forward, letting my lips creep over the velvet head until at last, they closed around the corona behind the head. Our eyes were locked as I sucked it. I rolled my tongue around it in the wet warmth of my mouth. I was salivating from the flavor of his cum and so it must have felt good, so moist and warm. My lips snugged around it as I moved back and forth in pleasuring him. I held my head still and looked at him, letting him choose if he wanted more of it in my mouth. His hand touched the back of my head and I watched his eyes close slowly as he pushed a little more into my waiting mouth. His eyes clenched in pleasure, he possessed more of my mouth for a vagina. Finally, I gagged as the head of his cock touched something at the top of my throat. He paused and withdrew a little, and left it about half way in. I remained still, just sucking gently on the round firmness so pleasantly warm in my mouth. Both his hands touched my cheeks and he opened his eyes. Slowly, he shook his head back and forth in a gesture of pure pleasure, and then slowly let his organ withdraw along the length of my tongue pressed along the underside of his veined dick.

Mark's hands reached inside my bra and fondled my breasts. He stood nude in front of me, seemingly completely confident. His body was athletic and firm. I trailed my hands over his waist and then rested them on his hips. He cupped my breasts and his eyes devoured the round mounds in his hands. Slowly, he pressed me back on the bed, unbuttoning the shirt until I lay before him in pink panties and bra, waiting for him. I could tell that I was very wet, my body ready for him to slip inside.

His thigh went between my legs and I closed around him as his lips tasted my lipstick again. His hand cupped my sex once more. It made me feel deliciously womanly to have his hand hold me as he did. He squeezed me and I squirmed under his expert caress. It didn't feel strange at all, but as if we had done it many times. I urged him over on top of me and for the first time he was between my legs, his hard cock pressed warmly between our stomachs. Mark smiled down at me and I felt him move against me, his cock toggling across my mound from one flank to the other. It felt very sexy to have that round hot thing sliding over my pantied mound and I moaned with pleasure. Mark was holding his weight up from my body and looking down into my eyes as his cock played with my pussy mound.

He raised my legs a little and I felt him slip lower on my body so his cock was caressing my pussy lips. It felt hot lying there along the crease between my legs and I pulled my legs even higher to feel more of him. His balls touched my buns as he lay with his cock buried along my pussy lips. His roundness pressed me open and I could f eel him in the deepest part of my crease. I pulled aside my panties so his hot cock finally touched the moist tender folds of my sex.

'Oh!" he said sharply, feeling the heat of my pussy.

"Feels .. .. mmmmmmm ... feels nice .... Mark."

"Oh, yessss." The wet lance of a cock and wet petals of a pussy, open and waiting to him, murmured a wet little sound.

"Put it in, darling." I moaned, our eyes still holding each other.

"Yes."

Mark looked down and reached between us. I held my panties aside for him. He pressed his gleaming cock head against my clit, causing me to jump a little. Looking into my eyes again, he watched as he moved it down my wet slit, caressing the lips of my pussy. I smiled up at him, my eyes closing slightly in pleasure as I felt his cock head close to my opening, then up over my clitoris once more. When he positioned it at my opening, I put a hand on his waist and pulled him toward me. 

It slipped in.

My eyes sprang open wide and I gasped. Mark looked concerned. I reassured him with more pressure on his waist, inviting him to slide it deeper into my waiting body.

"Watch." he said.

I looked between us and tingled with the erotic sight of this broad, round shaft, the skin tautly stretched over the swollen member as it invaded a soft looking cave of my body. I was tight around it, my pussy lips pursed over the hard looking shaft. It looked terribly and wonderfully threatening. So hard in its aggression, but so beautiful in the way it held me open.

"More, dear."

He pushed a little deeper and I began to feel my vagina being parted by the wide wedge of the tip of that ominous shaft. The sight of that hard thing jutting arrogantly from the thatched triangle of masculine looking hair thrilled me with the urgency it represented. Our bodies were beginning to tense with the needs and pleasure we were surging toward.

"More. A little more." I wanted this sensation and this vision to linger as I was impaled by his body. It was spreading the moist walls of my vagina and I could sense it feeling its way along and exploring the folds of hot flesh inside me. I shuddered as he pushed deeper and gasped with what he was feeling with this great extension of his body that was deep into mine, now exploring my unknown inner spaces.

"Deeper and deeper he probed. I began to move in ways that might show him a little more of the pleasures of my body. I wanted that big cock to touch everything, to feel everything, to fondle my cunt. I never use that word, but with this firm new cock exploring me, it is the word that came to my mind as Mark and I began fucking for the first time. His lance seemed hot and filled me nicely with a searing moving intensity. My pussy grasped his shaft and held it as he withdrew and then thrust again. I tried to move with him as he fucked, but we didn't get it quite right. Bumping harshly at first instead of sliding together in perfect pleasure spreading pleasure. But it was wonderful even in its imperfection. I loved the way his cock was thrusting between tight walls that found a way to grasp it and suck away pleasure in a wet, sucking, drooling hunger. My vagina was weeping over him, oiling his way. As he withdraw his cock, he drew out ample juices to make us both wet where his body invaded and filled mine.

I realized my legs had clamped around his waist as I tried to hang onto him in his reckless fucking motion. I was wildly fucking back onto his big dick and screaming in his ear.

"Yes! Yes!"

"I'm going to .. ... sorry .. .. .. oh, no!" he said. He was too quick for me, but I urged him on. 

"Fuck me Mark. Fuck me, honey. Cum, my sweet. Cum for me. Cum in me." I cried, all the time thrusting as much as I could with him.

I felt his body tighten and go ramrod straight between my legs. His eyes glazed and he was slamming into my body his body a single tense muscle. 

"Ohhhhh! He stopped on a deep in stroke and I knew the first wet spurt of his cum was shooting up that long shaft into my depths. I squeezed his cock in response and clamped my legs tighter, kissing his ear as I asked for more.

"That's it, darling. Give it to me! Give it to me Mark! Oh yes. That's good, darling."

His body was wracked with a huge shuddering tremor as another spurt went into my body.

"Fuck me, Mark, fuck me honey." I gasped and felt yet another ejaculation of his lovely cock.

Mark fell quiet and lay limp on mine as I soothed him with strokes behind his neck and a fondling caress over his sweaty muscular back.

"Thank you Beth, .. .. for that. I .. ... couldn't stop myself. I had to come. I was so excited feeling ... how you feel inside. Ohhhhh. wow. Sorry."

"mmmmmm, thank you Mark. It was lovely. Don't be sorry. Next time we'll be even better. You're a lovely lover, dear. Lovely."

"Beth, you're wonderful as a lover."

We squirmed our wet parts together and Mark kissed me and fondled my tongue more. We lay caressing each other tenderly. I held his limp cock in my hand, cupping his balls and the base of his cock with the other. He was completely soaked with my juices and perhaps some of his that my pussy hadn't captured. His cum slipped from my vagina and sensually tickled the crease of my bottom.

I was still wearing panties, bra and his blue shirt as I got up to bring some refreshments. There were strawberries and crème fraise with the bottle of champagne. I carried it back to our bed and lay back beside Mark. He struggled with the champagne and finally popped the cork and we cheered together. We sipped a little of the wine and tasted the strawberries and crème. 




Love of Politics Ch. 02



"I hate to take your bra off, you look so pretty in it, but can I?"

I pressed my boobs in his direction and waited as he took the shirt off and reached behind me to unsnap it. He fumbled briefly and then I felt it spring away. He looked soulfully at them as he pulled the clinging cups from by breasts. He laid me back against the bed and then placed a strawberry on each nipple with a little dab of crème. Smilingly, he nibbled the first one from my erect nipple as I glowed under his worshipping tongue. I languished while he continued his play, licking over more and more of my boobs, bringing a gasp of pleasure when he nipped my nipple with the berry.

"This is the way to have strawberries," he said, smacking his lips and grinning happily.

"My turn! I love strawberries on shortcake, so I probably won't think this is better."

I forced him back onto his back and lined his cock up along the wispy hair that stretched upward toward his belly button. He rolled his eyes in mock ecstasy as I fingered his shaft. I put a line of strawberries along his limp shaft and dabbed them with cream, ending with a little crème on his balls for good measure.

Slowly, and watching his eyes as it did it, I ate along his cock from his balls up toward the head of it. He grinned happily and so did I.

"Not as good as shortcake, but this has merits!" I chided as I swallowed the middle one.

I resumed the process. His cock began coming back to life as my tongue progressed. Slowly it began filling out and rising a little. I grinned up at him and asked him not to shake the table. Mark closed his eyes as he tried to keep from getting fully erect. By the last one, he was getting nicely firm and I sucked the big berry in along with the head of his cock.

I excused myself and went into the bathroom. My panties were soaked, of course, from our eager fucking and I tucked them under the wispy pile of stockings. I noticed that they had obviously been moved and I imagined Mark picking them up earlier, perhaps sniffing my scent and imagining my body in the nylons, then trying to rearrange them the way I had left them. It made me happy knowing that he had done that. I decided that it is a nice sensation having a lover fondling your underwear and thinking of you. At least that's how I feel.

This was a fancy resort, and this suite had a bidet. I wonder if they put it here expecting visitors to need it for the same reason I was grateful for it? I waited as the soothing warm water washed some of our love juices away and left my pussy tingling with a new freshness. If Mark wanted to eat me, he would find it a fresh clean pussy for his pleasure, and I wouldn't be tense with embarrassment of not knowing I was fresh down there. I closed my eyes and thought what that would be like if he did that, if he put his tongue there and sucked on my pussy. I gave myself a dirty look in the mirror and took one more look at my thirty two year old body.

With a deep breath, I opened the door, turned out the light behind me and walked toward Mark still lying on the bed. I was nude in front of him for the first time. The candlelight had to help hide my errant little bulges here and there and Mark looked longingly at me as I posed a moment for him, letting the flickering light cascade over my rounded body. I smiled at him and he held out his arms to invite me to him.

I knelt on the bed and moved close, then sat on my feet and leaned back with my hands together on my knees. I know from pictures my husband has taken that is as appealing a pose as my body will support. My breasts look right, swaying in front of me and my hips don't look too wide, just an attractive pose. Mark sat up and looked at me, taking in every curve. I know it is egotistical, but I was playing it for all it was worth. He reached and touched my breast carefully, as if he was sneaking a feel of a painting in a museum and was expecting to get caught. I loved it. Call me terrible or narcissistic, but I loved his excited taking of my body.

"My god, he's handsome," I thought. I reached along his arm and then touched his nipple as he touched mine, then let my hand drop down and fondled his cock, now fully recovered.

And Again - Second Time Much Better Together

Mark moved to the same position, sitting on his feet behind him and crawling alongside me so we could play with each other's bodies. His hand was cupping my left breast, topped with a very excited nipple. I caressed the hairy leg nearest me and ran fingers over his balls and erect cock.

"Oh, Beth honey, they are so pretty!" he said softly. I flagrantly moved so they swayed in front of him, inviting his exploration. Mark smiled and muttered: "Trollop! You're deliberately driving me out of my mind."

I nodded agreement and swayed even more as my boobs brushed against his palms. I think we both shivered with pleasure.

"Honey, I want a little more of this before you go crazy." I brazenly waggled his cock between my fingers.

The only contact between our bodies was our thighs, pressed snuggly together. Our lips found each other and continued softly grazing with lips and tongues eagerly enjoying each other. It was a sensual feeling. Both naked, our bodies tuned like violins waiting for the touch of a bow to spring a beautiful tune into the air. It was delicious. My god, it was so delicious! We played together like that for minutes, barely touching, loving in this fine pure way. Mark continued to look at my breasts and occasionally look up into my eyes. His fingers coursed over the hair at my center, toying with the curls now dried off from our juices.

I thought of sitting on his cock, but really wanted him to fuck me in a position where he was in control and it was he that brought me to orgasm. But then, I decided to have both pleasures, by sitting astride and just loving his cock a little while my breasts dangled in front of his admiring eyes.

I forced Mark back on the bed and bent over him to kiss that lovely cock and hold in my hand again, feeling it and measuring it with the span of my hand. Then I moved over him and looked into his eyes.

"Put it in for me, darling Mark. Put that big thing into this body that is going crazy for it!"

We giggled together and Mark took it in his hand and stroked it back and forth as I held my body over him so the tip of his dick could just reach my lips. It felt warm and firm as he teased my pussy, wetting the head of the cock that he was going to use to make me wild and make me orgasm. I shivered with pleasure as his face took on a serious intense expression as he watched his member against my furry pussy. I was sure the curly strands of hair between my legs tickled him and it thrilled me.

He stopped and nodded to me. I slowly lowered myself over the blunt helmet and settled happily down over the broad head of his cock. My eyes opened wide as the big head forced between my lips, but then my moist pussy swallowed him once more. Mark watched it disappear into my body and his finger probed for my clitoris as I sank onto his length. I closed my eyes in deep pleasure and paused a moment just me and his cock.

When I opened my eyes, I leaned forward with a smile and put my hands on his slightly hairy chest so my breasts dangled for his hands to play with me. I was teasing him terribly. I kept my pussy tightly motionless around the base of his dick while I teased him. I made them sway over him and he just watched them with lovely lust in his eyes before reaching for me. Both hands toyed with my round breasts and I sighed with pleasure. 

"Do you want to fuck me, Mark?" I felt his cock jerk inside my pussy, I grinned down at him.

"Brazen hussy! But, yes, I do. I do very much want to fuck that darling tight pussy of yours, dear Beth."

I rolled to the side and he tried to stay in me as we rolled to put him on top of me. His skin was smooth and his muscular body pressed deep between my wide-open legs. This time, I just lay with my legs wide open as he urgently thrust into me once again, straining to fuck his big dick into me.

I felt his muscles ripple as he began thrusting into me. I could feel the veins of his cock sliding past my pussy lips as he searched the folds of my vagina once again. My pussy felt like it was kissing his dick and suckling on him as he slipped wetly into me. Again we watched, with foreheads pressed together, the lovely rhythm of our bodies. We found a smooth rhythm that had been absent the first time he fucked me. Now, we seemed to have caught onto how each other's body wanted to move and work together. We strained together, like athletes glistening with the sweat of our good and satisfying efforts.

"Oh, my .. ... god..... your pussy ... " He swallowed hard, looking into my eyes, "your sweet pussy .. ... is so .. hot .. so tight .. It's ...."

"Yes .. ... Mark, that's it! Your cock is perfect. .. uh uh. fits me.. .. uh uh .. .. fits my pussy .. uh .. ohhhhhhhhhhhh, darling, .. .. oh that is .. uh uh ... that's good." I said, my voice interrupted by the smooth thrust of his cock as he bottomed out with my cunt full of Mark.

We fucked and fucked. Deep, deep thrusts. My head was swimming with emotion as I felt his dick fucking into my throbbing clasping wet pussy. Making love to my dear Mark. Making love just as we did when we talked. 

"You're fucking me, .. .. darling .. ... can't believe it. .. .. you're fucking me so good! That's it, yes yes. .. .. oh Mark, I love the way you fuck me. Keep shoving it in. More."

"Yes, Beth, yes Bethie, yes, baby, fucking you. Fucking your pussy with my cock, darling. You are so tight. So warm. Fucking you, baby."

Ohhhhh, god yes. It feels .. .... " deep breath, "feels oh it feels good. Fuck me some more!"

We rocked between my receptive legs and I let him have his way with me, giving me pleasure in any way he wanted. Sliding that big thing in and out of me, tasting me with his cock.

My feet pressed against the mattress and I raised my hips for him. I rolled with his rocking motion as he fucked me, meeting his hard mound at the base of his cock with my mound.

My body began to tremble under the lovely assault of Mark's cock.

"Cum, Beth. Cum for me! Cum on my cock! It's all for you, darling, fuck onto my cock sweetheart. Fuck onto my cock, honey!" We thrust together, Mark straining to make sure he didn't shoot his cum too soon this time, that he held himself rigid to make me come on his cock. I could feel his sexual tension as he probed me and fucked me.

When he felt me trembling violently, he pressed his whole body against mine and wrapped me in his arms, our nipples against each other. His body coiled and recoiled as he fucked me. My body was wrapped around him and I could feel our sweating bodies matted together as my orgasm continued in the sheltering bear hug of his body. I let myself go to the sensations as he continued thrusting. A spasm ran between us from my breasts to my pussy; my arms flew out from our bodies and I thrashed madly against the sheet in a monster orgasm. Mark sweated in labor as he continued holding his erection for my body to pleasure itself. His cock came out of me and he jammed it into my stomach and continued thrusting so it was pressed between our soft bellies and our hard mounds. I felt his jets of cum spilling warmly over my tummy and patted his back as he emptied himself against my body.

We began giggling together.

I lay pinioned happily by his smooth hard body and our laughter of joy and pleasure jiggled our bellies. 

"Oh, Beth that was good. Better! You came!"

"Ohhhhh, yes. Yes. It was wonderful. Thank you darling, it was wonderful. Oh, god, that felt good." 

'We lay together and sipped more champagne and nibbled strawberries.

"Tell me again, was it good?" he asked.

"Yes. it was yummy. Mmmmm. You were great!" I said, ending with a nibble of his ear and a pinch of his nipple in appreciation.

Yet Again - Third Time Sweet And Easy

When we awoke in the morning, our bodies were tangled together and each of us woke up fondling something of the other's body.

"Give me a shower?" I murmured.

He was up immediately and lifted me from the bed, still sticky with his cum dried on the hair of my pussy. It felt gloriously naughty. I opened the shower door for him as he swung me to my feet and turned on the water. We were soon engulfed in steam and our arms and bodies entwined. We kissed long and hard as the water pounded on us from two showerheads. We nuzzled and woke each other up with kisses and caresses. 

Mark knelt before me and washed my legs with a soapy cloth. His hand swept swirls of suds over my tummy and then dove between my legs. Yesterday I would have been tense with his hand being so intimate; this morning I brazenly thrust my mound into his sudsy hands. He grinned at me as he began making circular soap streaks on my boobs. He used his bare hands on them and my nipples responded firmly.

We kissed and let our soapy bodies slide over each other.

I knelt before him and took a long look at his cock, now firm but not rigid dangling in front of his body. I kissed it and then pressed the long organ against my cheek. I pressed my breasts against it to begin soaping, much to Mark's amusement.

"I love your shower mitt. Or should I say 'mitts'?" His booming voice echoed in the tiled room as I soaped him. I pressed my hand between his legs and soothed warm soapy suds over his balls and teasingly up between the cheeks of his tight ass.

"I want to eat you this morning, Beth."

"Good, because I want to eat you, too, big bad wolf."

He dried me off with a big fluffy towel and then handed it to him. I fluffed him all over, ending by squeezing his dick and blotting it rather than rubbing. We smiled into each other's eyes once again as I soothed him dry.

"It's funny to think of this buried so deep in my body last night, isn't it?"

"Well, it's delicious pleasure thinking about how it felt. But, I resent being called funny." he laughed.

"Well, anyway, thanks for putting it in all those nice places, Mark." I kissed him warmly and we went back to the bed once more. We lay in each other's arms again. 

"I took that as a promise." I said and turned my body around until I could reach his cock with my mouth and offered him my pussy.

"Mmmm yes."

Mark spread my legs and I felt him parting the lips of my pussy.

"Beth, you're pretty here, too!"

"Hey, you're making me blush." I protested mildly.

"You're blushing here too." he replied.

I slapped his ass, and quickly took his cock into my mouth, causing a gasp that quieted him from further discussion of my private folds.

He put his arms around me and I hugged him close too. His tongue teased down through my moist slit. I was speechless to find that he touched my anus with the tip of his tongue, before focusing his moist attention on my clitoris and vagina entry.

Our bodies pressed tightly together we writhed together sinuously as each applied moist tongues and lips to the other's genitals. Mark's cock jutted into my mouth and my nose nudged his balls. My pussy and clitoris tingled with the feather like brush of his lips and the lingering twirl of his wet tongue probing and circling my moist pink slit. We stopped for a time and I walked across the room to open the drapes to find a gray drizzling rain streaking across the view up one of the long uphill fairways. I returned to the bed and lay on my stomach staring out at the scene.

Mark joined me and put his hand on my bottom in a light caress, rekindling the tingling joy of last night. There was a warm sensation from my bottom along my crease to my clitoris and then up my belly and ending in my nipples pressed against the smooth sheet of the bed. I pushed my bottom upwards and moved sensuously under the hand, hoping he felt like taking my invitation once again. Soon I felt him put his leg between mine, parting them and pressing a firm cock against me. I squirmed again and smiled. He pushed on my bottom to turn me over, but I resisted slightly, smiling again and accepting his kiss. He took my suggestion and rolled on top of me. Arching my back, I pressed my bottom against him and spread my legs. His cock slipped down my crease. I reached under my mound and guided his dick where I wanted it and helped him slip it into my pussy once more. 

"Oh!" he gasped as the head snapped into my vice like grip.

Without losing his insertion, he reached to slide a pillow under my mound. We were soon comfortable and he began stroking into me with slow, lazy strokes. As we stared out into the moody rainy day, Mark's hands cupped my breasts and held them in a firm caress as he fucked into my insatiable pussy. In this position, and with arching my back a little bit, his cock was forced firmly against my G-spot, there just behind my clitoral region. It felt so good that I felt little mini-orgasms almost immediately. His tongue had stimulated my clitoris and now his cock was stimulating this sensitive spot and my entire vagina was bathed in a warm glow. Steadily, gently, slowly he pleasured me one last time. His hands squeezed and fondled my breast hanging down in hands that seemed to love them and his firm but not quite so hard cock had stamina to fill me for a long caressing ride. Mark's taut stomach pressed against my bottom as he thrust it into me again and again until at last, he quietly released his cum into me, warm and creamy. Leaving me feeling warm and loved.

Back To Reality - A Mother Always Knows

Driving home, I found myself singing happily to the tunes that came on the radio.

"Oh, I'm always true to you, darling, in my fancy, Yes, I'm always true to you, darling in my w ay."

I turned the radio off when I got to that one.

At 9:30 in the morning I drove into our driveway, carefully leaving room for Mom to back out. I shouldered our heavy old front door, the one that still sticks after David's repeated attempts to fix it, and called out.

"I'm home, Ma!" 

I put the champagne bottle with the date on the top shelf of the bookcase.

"They were little angels!" she exclaimed to my inquiry. Even if it wasn't true, she knew how to make me feel warmly full of pride. Mom is my mentor, my idol, my helper, in short, .. .. ..she's my Mom. 

She poured a cup of coffee for me and we sat at the kitchen table, the site of so many long remembered chats. I told her the resort had been nice and I thought we would probably use if for the fund-raiser. I told her about dinner and the other aspects of the place. I even told her about the big business group having a party while I had dinner.

I went to the coffeepot to bring her a fresh cup and she shocked me.

"Was he good, dear?"

I stopped short, the pot frozen over the cup. 

My heart sank. How could she know? I was sure she couldn't know. I calmed my racing mind and put the cup in front of her.

"Excuse me?" I said.

"Well it IS one possibility." she smiled. She looked calmly across the steaming cup at me. 

"Don't worry, I'm not prying. Well, at least I don't want to pry. After all, your Grandmother did it, too."

"Mother!"

"She did! She was married for 47 years to the same man, but she also had an occasional lover."

"Mother! Are you telling me my sweet little Grammy was a strumpet? Besides, what's that got to do with me? Are you suggesting I follow in her steps?"

"It's OK dear. Even if you did, you know that I would always be right here for you, don't you? So that's for sure. I'm just saying don't ever let anything get ..awful. None of that sneaking around sort of entanglement where things get ugly. No matter what. That's all. And for god's sake, don't tell me anything about it anyway!" 

She stared straight ahead, not at me, as she delivered all this; as if it was not really for me, but I could listen if I wanted to. 

"It's like talking to you about drugs and sex when you were in High School. It was my job to tell you, even though I knew you would never do it anyway. Right? It's my duty." 




Love of Politics Ch. 03



Chapter 03 – Afterglow

We had become accidental lovers. Only when some fateful turn in the road made it easy for us to crawl into each other's arms did we do it. 

On those fateful occasions, our lovemaking was rich, inventive and wonderful. I may sound silly to you, but I formed the habit of dressing as if today would be that day. No longer did tattered and worn old panties remain in my panty drawer forever. They were cast out at the first sign of deterioration. Only one exception will probably always remain securely tucked away; The pair of simple yellow panties that I wore the first time Mark slipped his hand under my dress to find them; those will never be discarded. Just a souvenir. And somewhere, I hope well hidden, is a pair of pink panties of mine that I suspect will always be secreted in Mark's treasure trove. For I looked everywhere for those panties after our long night of pleasure. But I didn't find them

And so, when my Mother lectured me about the dangers of loving carelessly, I protested, but in fact, I was standing guiltily before her without panties because they had been lost, .. .. or stolen, doing just what she had so gently accused me of. 

Mom had left me to wonder if husbands were as clairvoyant as mothers. Was David going to walk in from his trip, take one look at me and demand to know who had been boinking me (his favorite term for the human sex act)? 

I had a wonderful tired feeling from my night of lust and passion. I was preoccupied with these guilty thoughts as I went about a few errands around town. I would say that I was on a cloud, but each time I got out of the car and took off at my usual fast stride, a quick twinge between my legs slowed my step. No matter what anyone tells you, three times in one night leaves a girl a little sore. Happy, but sore.

Cathy and Mick arrived about the time I was making the last trip carrying in the groceries. And so I sat happily on the floor listening to tales of what Grandma had done with them - McDonald's, Toys R Us and staying-up-late to watch "The Muppets Take New York." I think that movie is Mom's favorite movie rather than the kids'.

A night to think it over

I punched the button on the message light and heard David's cheerful voice.

"Hi Babe, hope you're OK. Hope you won't mind, but I need to extend the trip a day. Need to spend some time with some of the guys, so we are going to play a round of golf tomorrow and then head home. I should be home by about ... .... about 9, maybe a little later. Give the kids a hug. And you too, of course! Love ya! Is that too late for a romantic dinner? I'd love that! How 'bout seeing if that old blue dress still fits? Bye!"

As if he needed another day of golf after spending the whole week at Pine Hurst. 

Well, it would give me another day to lose that "freshly fucked" look that had set off my sainted mother. The kids wanted Chinese and so dinner was an easy drive to pick up the order. They were tired from staying up late last night so they were into bed on time. It gave me a quiet evening to sit and ponder my sins.

Normally, spending an evening of solitude in our big easy chair with my feet up on the hassock would be my idea of heaven. But strangely, I wished for more activity tonight. I guess it would have been easier if I were having to cope with facing David with my little secret. Tonight my easy chair was not so easy. I felt all the apprehension of someone who had done something wrong and wasn't sure if anyone else had noticed. Had I got by with it?

As I turned it over in my mind, I slowly convinced myself that an occasional transgression with Mark need not hurt anyone. Our lives were divided into several worlds that didn't impinge on each other. David was not interested in my political sphere. We had a group of friends related to David's company and David was very much tied up in that and I shared it. The local neighborhood was another circle of happy friendships that David and I shared. None of these brought Mark and Phyllis into frequent or close relationship with David and me together. 

I nodded off in my chair, feet pulled up under me, head against the wing of the big chair. My dreams finally settled on a replay of the ride home from convention. I awoke sharply to find my hand fondling the arm of the chair instead of Mark's thigh. I looked around guiltily at my quiet, secure home and blinked the sleep out of my eyes.

Romantic Dinner at home 

My "famous blue dress" is one that I seldom wore in public; it had become our 'sex dress' for romantic dinners at home. It was not really a tramp's dress, but it was quite sexy. The wrap-around design provides a deep cleavage and the clasp that holds it together is around to the side. That means it is pulled up snugly under my breasts, molding their shape. It fits over my hips and round my bottom like an inverted tulip cup. It is elegant, and it really fits me. Add to that the fact that the wrap around design drapes over my legs allowing me to show as much or as little as I choose. Put that all together and it can be a sexy package. For dinner at home, I always wear stockings and garter belt to good effect. I feel pretty, and David feels everything!

And so on Saturday evening, I dropped the kids with poor dear Mom once again and headed for the airport. He was surprised to see me in "the dress, and hurried toward me with a big smile.

"Hey babe, thanks for picking me up." 

I held my coat open and pointed one leg forward so my stocking top showed. His smile widened and he stepped inside my open coat and hugged me against him, his leg slipping between mine as we giggled together. "Do we have to pick up my bags or can we do it right here?" he wanted to know.

With his hand high on my thigh at the top of the dark stocking top, he told me about his week of meetings and golf, including the 3-iron into the wind on the 15th hole that hit the pin and let him score an eagle. Jeff from Texas had sent me a kiss. Arnie from California did the same.

David's hand moved a little higher and I parted my legs so his little finger touched my panties. His hand snuggled down between my thighs in a familiar way. I purred and put my hand on his.

He finally remembered that he had missed the freebie with me at the local course. "Oh, by the way, did you go look at that place?"

"Oh, you mean .. .. the golf place? Yes, I went."

"How was it? Sorry I couldn't make it."

Oh, I think it's nice. Dinner was good. The course is not quite finished but looks nice. I scheduled it for April. Should be a good fund-raiser for us."

"Great! Pine Hurst was great for us. Big conference facilities. Just the right size dining room for our whole group. Hope we weren't too noisy for the other guests. And you oughta see the rooms. Plush! They offered you a free room, too, didn't they? Did you try it out?"

"Yes, I decided to go the whole route! It was good!"

We had reached home by this time and Talbot Greene didn't come up again.

The house even smelled sexy! I had been cooking my version of French Cassoulet most of the day and the herbs and lusty aroma of lamb and pork filled the house.

"Ohmigod! You've done it again! What a welcome home!" he said, reaching for the lid of the pot. "Mmmmmm, it smells almost as good as you!"

Beth's Can't Miss Cassoulet Recipe

Ingredients for 4 persons: 1/2 pound white kidney beans 1/4 pound thick sliced bacon 1 pound of pork meat (loin, knuckle, one pound lamb meat, 1 nice sausage that you like, 1 pork rind, small can of tomatoes, a hand full of carrots cut in pieces, 4 or 5 small onions, and broken apart sections of one garlic, one ounce of a very good olive oil, a little bouquet of aromatic herbs, 3 cloves, sprinkle of thyme, and salt & pepper to taste.

Meanwhile, simmer all but the pork and lamb and sausage and add to the main pot for another hour and a half. Brown the meat in a little oil, salt and pepper, add it to the pot and simmer for another hour and 1/2)

Finally take out the garnie' bouquet and cut up the rind and anything else that looks too chunky and stir them back in. Finish it with another 20 minutes of high simmering just before serving.

Candles and Groping for Dinner

I finished the Cassoulet while David took a quick shower and then opened a bottle of red wine- Chateau Neuf-du-Pape if you are trying this on your lover.

Candlelight and our shadows groomed the walls of the dining room as we sat down across from each other. David poured the wine into large deep-stemmed glasses. We smiled at each other and touched our glasses in the middle of the table between the towering red candles, then sipped the rich red wine.

The Cassoulet is an all-in-one meal, and the flavor is rich and heavy. To us it is a sexy meal, redolent in sensuous odors and full of complex tastes. 

"We may need a second bottle of this. Where did you get it?"

"At Gino's. Is it OK?"

"OK? It's perfect. Better than I had at Pine Hurst! You're getting good at this wine stuff,' he laughed.

"Thank you!" I replied, thinking it was unnecessary to mention Gino's help. I mean, you gotta take credit whenever you can get it. Especially from husbands.

I lifted the lid on the Cassoulet and the aromas deepened as we began.

"Oh, Beth, that is terrific!" he said, and I slipped my shoe off and put my stockinged foot between his legs, resting on the seat of the chair.

"All these compliments! You're trying to get into my panties, right?"

Well, yes, that too!" he laughed, "do you have to be so direct, though?"

He fondled my foot and I pressed closer, my foot touching his cock and wriggling just a little bit.

"Mmmmmm," he said, as we sipped and looked at each other across the table.

"Is that for me, or the Cassolet?" I asked.

"Both, you're both delicious."

He told me more tales from the sales meetings and his foot slipped between my legs and pressed softly against my pussy. His caress of my foot and the pressure on my pussy added nicely to the rich meal; the candlelight and wine enfolded us in a very romantic cocoon. My panties were soon very moist and my nipples jutted against the silk of the dress.

"Open it a little more, darling." he asked.

I looked down at the round softness of my cleavage and loosened the dress still more, letting the lace of my white push-up bra show. His foot pressed more firmly against my pussy. It was a lazy and sensual dinner and I could see that he was getting sleepy from the heavy meal and the wine, all stacked on top of a week of late night revelry.

"You're probably tired, .. .. " I said.

His drowsy eyes bounced open. "Oh, sorry, .. a little, I guess."

"Late night partying?"

"Yeah, some. You ready for bed?"

We put things away, and as I leaned over to blow out the candles, he reached around me, grasped my breasts and pulled me back into his arms. His lips sucked my earlobes, sending a shiver down to my pussy. I could feel his hard cock urging me against the table as his hands fondled and lifted my breasts, squeezing toward the erect nipples. 

He pressed his cock firmly into the crease of my bottom, his hips making a fucking motion against my soft bottom. I squirmed back, looking out the bay window and thinking what a scene it would make for a neighbor walking his dog just at this moment. My breasts jutting out of the dress, my white bra showing its support, my husband's hands lifting my breasts like an offering. The whole scene lighted between candles that towered about three feet above the table. We looked at our reflection in the window glass, as he continued playing with my breasts, and watching himself.

I turned in his arms and our tongues played together. His knee parted my legs and I opened them for him to press his body against my mound. My bottom slipped onto the table and he pressed deeper between my open legs until I could feel it, hard and round against my panties. I giggled about sitting on the table.

"Am I dessert?"

"Mmmmm, good Idea!" he pressed me backward, still clinging to the kiss and I was lying between the two candles with the wrap-around dress exposing my stockings, garter belt and panties before him. I put my feet on the arms of the chair he had pulled up. I watched him leer wild-eyed, but weary at the feast before him.

David pressed his lips against the moist spot in my panties and nuzzled my pussy while his hands reached my breasts. I reached between my legs and pulled my panties aside for him and his tongue began its ritualistic attack on my clitoris. I shivered with pleasure as he sucked it between his lips. His hands pushed my bra up to free my breasts and I helped by tugging it all the way up to expose them for him. 

"Maybe we should blow out the candles, David. The neighbors?" I said, tightly.

He shook his head against the wetness of my pussy lips, then shook even more vigorously as he moved his mouth down to the entry, and lunged into me with a sharply pointed tongue. I gasped as it entered me and whirled around in an exciting circle. His fingers pinched my nipples, just slightly too hard, sending a shiver down my tummy into the hairy patch between my legs.

Taking his hands from my breasts, he slowly fondled and felt my nylons, as his tongue continued with a wide-ranging tasting of my pussy lips. I moaned with pleasure.

He stood up and unzipped his pants, dropping them to the floor. 

"David, not in front of the window!" I said sharply. Too late; he had already put it in. I gasped with mingled pleasure and dismay as the rapier-like head stabbed into me, touching deep on the first urgent lunge.

"David, can't we go to bed and do it? Look at the window."

"I am looking at the window. At us! Looking at us fucking, babe!"

The sight excited him. 

I looked over my shoulder and could see the candlelit obscene reflection. There was a grinning David between the dark banded stocking tops and the white garters up my legs to the bulging snaps in the stockings. And David, shirt open to show a display of hairy belly. The hairy line down the middle of his tummy pointed to the top of a triangle of hair at the base of a cock that I could feel but not see. My breasts were golden globes in the candlelight and my arms were out to hold onto the sides of the table as he fucked hard and fast into me.

David smiled an urgent smile as he raised my legs high over the table, his hands clasped around my ankles, twisting the nylon stocking around my leg into tendrils of folded material up my long legs.

I could no nothing but follow the age-old adage, "relax and enjoy it." The excitement of the scene drove David into eager thrusting, his balls slapping rather loudly against my bottom. The tension of being so openly displayed probably made my pussy clench tighter around him. 

He couldn't last long at this level of excitement, though and I felt him spurt into me. His eyes closed in pleasure, his hands gripped my ankles tighter and he thrust it into me again and again as spurt after spurt of his semen filled my vagina.

He held his arms out to me and pulled me up against him as his cock relaxed and slipped from my body. We embraced and rocked each other, my bottom still on the table and my panties catching most of the semen now pouring out of my vagina.

He sat down and pressed his face against the panties spanning my tummy and kissed his way across the nylon as his hands fondled my stocking tops a little longer.

I stood up and tenderly pressed his head against my breasts, and he pulled my bra down more or less into place while he nuzzled them with exhausted resignation.

"Maybe I am a little tired." he laughed.

I held his hand while I blew out the candles and then led my happy and satisfied drunk up to bed.

I took off my dress and hung it in its special place at the back of my closet. By the time I had been to the bathroom he was already asleep. 

Because he loves to wake up and find me in panties, bra, garter belt and stockings, I didn't undress, nor did I put on a nightie. I climbed into bed beside my snoring husband and kissed his bare back. I stayed that way until he moved with a sleepy irritability away from my hot breath searing a hole in his back.

"Have I got away with it?" I wondered. They say the other almost always senses the truth. 

I sighed and headed toward a deep and welcome sleep.



Love of Politics Ch. 04



Chapter 04 -- 1992 The Clinton Years Begin – Another Campaign

Well, the golf tournament was a great fund-raising success. In the end we shared it with the national campaign, so that made the ticket prices higher and the turnout was huge, but I was in my true element. I mean to say that it was exciting to be manager of a small campaign right alongside the presidential campaign. 

Mark, in his second campaign for Stare Representative was impressing a lot of people. I was running Mark's campaign for the third time in six years. He would run again for the House of Representatives and then in two years be ready to run for State Senator.

This success led to the big event, the presidential candidates visit to the state. As a shining state candidate, Mark was invited to all the events surrounding the big event and I became involved in coordinating with the national campaign as well as providing help to that campaign as much as possible.

Five of the presidential candidates visited Michigan and I even got to meet them. Bill Clinton was there and I found him charming with an animal magnetism that simply lights up a room. It's easy to see how so many women have fallen under his spell. He holds your hand just a moment too long and looks into your eyes just a little too sincerely. I found a tingle coursing through me in spite of myself. 

I found Paul Tsongas to be very interesting, though his pattern of speech is slightly distracting. Jerry Brown, from California had that deep California tan and a big smile but he has a certain 'wild-man' air to him that I found a bit off-putting. Doug Wilder from Virginia was very magnetic and made a strong impression on me. Tom Harkin, and Bob Kerrey were also there. 

At one of the receptions, Bill Clinton took Mark and I by the arms and led us off to talk for a few minutes and It was really fun. I had my picture taken between Mark and the Governor, with their arms around me. I'm sure I was wrong, but it seemed almost as if his fingers found my bra line and traced it under my arm. The thought made my smile even bigger, but it must have just been accidental. Forgive me if I admit that my panties were moist when I headed for home.

The sexual tension at the political events is monstrous during a presidential campaign, and for a political junkie like me, it is almost too much to bear without bursting.

David, my house republican, was not thrilled.

High School Fantasies – Updated

Maybe I shouldn't have had the photo of me with Bill and Mark enlarged. Maybe I shouldn't have put it on my dresser in our bedroom.

David would stare moodily at that picture of me smiling out from between those two hunk-politicians and say; "That lying son-of-a-bitch will just say any goddam thing to get elected!" That was the kindest opinion he would express. And so, my protests to the contrary fell on deaf ears, I'm afraid.

Luckily, he had no such bad feelings about Mark; in fact the two of them seemed to like each other, though they rarely met. It wasn't that I kept them apart, just that I didn't encourage it to happen, and neither did Mark.

"What does Mark see in that mush-mouthed Mississippi redneck son-of-a-bitch?"

"Arkansas," I corrected.

"What?"

"He's from Arkansas, not Mississippi. Hope, Arkansas. The MAN from HOPE," I teased.

"Oh, shut up!" he grinned. "And I suppose he gets your sexual motor running, does he? Like those old time boyfriends, what was his name? Bobby Joe?"

"Just Bobby." I giggled.

There was no turning back from that one. He was now set to have sex over another fantasy tale of my high school boyfriend and Captain of the football team. As I've said before in this tale, there weren't any tales to tell that were terribly sexy, and so I had finally made one up because it made David so wild with excitement. 

I had begun taking off my dress when David scooped up my breasts and pressed against me from behind. He closed the closet door so we were standing in complete darkness. His lips crept along my neck and one hand slipped down inside my pantyhose fondled my pussy through a pair of lacy lavender panties.

Into the closet

He closed the closet door so we were standing in complete darkness. His lips crept along my neck and one hand slipped down inside my pantyhose fondled my pussy through a lacy pair of lavender panties.

"Mmmmm," I said quietly, enjoying the floating feeling that complete darkness brings as long as you are in safe hands. "What are you trying to do to me? Keep me in the dark?"

"Are those politicians getting into your panties like Bobby did?" he whispered in my ear.

'Oh, stop. You know that's just in your mind. Your goofy fantasy-crazed mind!" I giggled. "Why aren't you satisfied getting into the panties of your almost 32-year old sexy wife?"

"Muagghhhhhh!" he groaned his menacing lion's roar close to my ear. "You know he got into these panties, darling. Why do you want to keep it secret? And I know how hot he made you. I just want to share all that wild teenage passion of yours. Was his cock bigger than mine?"

"David!"

"Was it? Did you let him shove that big thing in MY pussy?"

His hand slipped under my dress and inside my panties. He ran his fingers through the hair of my mound before slipping a finger to the top of my slit. He reached further under the panty and found that I was already moist .

"Honey, ..... you're wet, thinking about it. Have you been thinking of big politician cock? It feels like you are juicing up getting ready for him to slide it in!"

I reached behind and clasped his cock through his shorts, then took it out of his shorts and held it firmly against the cheek of my bottom. 

"Can I have this big cock, darling?"

"Mmmm maybe. I want to be second tonight. Once with Bill Clinton and then I'll take sloppy seconds."

"Don't talk that way! You know I hate that expression."

"Yes, but you can imagine it?" He was squeezing my breasts, both of them with one hand, bringing my nipples up.

"Ah, yes. Twice, maybe three times even." I said, joining his game with a threat.

"Mmmmm, you're lovely. How about a fantasy night about it" he whispered in my ear. "I'll make it worth your while, darling," he laughed.

"Ohhhh. Well, I have to admit it.. .. .. maybe it was possible. They all have an animal magnetism. Hard to resist!" I teased him with the comment and pressed my bottom against his rising erection, feeling it warm and firm in my crease. My dress slipped easily between us with a silken sensuousness.

"Hmmmm, interesting. You mean someone made a pass at you tonight?"

"I did not say that. You said fantasy," I giggled.

"Tell me more."

"Well, .. ... .... I was alone with one of the candidates"

"Which one?" 

"I'm not telling, ... ..... I wouldn't tell that." I giggled and enjoyed his hands on my breasts. David rubbed sexily against my bottom while two hands cupped my breasts. His hands soothed them, lifting them and sliding the silk dress over the satin and lace of my bra. My nipples leaped into his hands, rubbed by the lace of my bra cups and crisped by his pinching thumb and fingers. I moaned and rubbed against him like a large cat presses its back against your leg. 

"It does excite you, though, doesn't it? I mean all the political meetings and the hoopla? I can always tell when .. .. .. " he squeezed my breasts firmly, lifting them and cupping them in his big hands, ".. .. when you come home from an event." David sucked my earlobe into his mouth and I felt it wet and warm sending another shiver down my body.

"Mmmmm, .. .. yes, dear, it does. I love it!." I reached behind me to squeeze his cock through his pants and we leaned close together in the pitch dark of the closet, away from the world.

He lifted my dress in the back and rubbed my hand and his cock against a very silky white half-slip that had been necessary because of the thin dress I was wearing. He felt good against me. I clasped his cock in my hand and held him against the crease between my buttocks. I humped slightly against him, letting the pleasure of all the sensuous textures and feelings seep through our bodies.

"Yes, I DO love it." I repeated, and felt his hands sooth along under my breasts. I leaned my head back onto his shoulder and let him nuzzle me.

"Did you let him?" he asked, his excitement becoming obvious in his voice and in the jutting cock in my hand.

I neither denied nor confirmed, as the politicians say. 

"We met him early on, and Mark insisted that we have our picture taken with him. His arm slipped around my back and I felt him feel his way along my bra strap until his hand was just touching the side of my breast."

I felt David's hands tighten on my breasts. His hands worked my breasts through my bra, and it felt lovely.

"I didn't think it was really happening, so I ignored it. He was so very charming, like looking at the sun. You are afraid to look too long but can't look away when he is in the room, especially when he turns those blue eyes on you and is talking directly to you."

"Politician!" David grumbled.

"Yes. It is exciting to be around."

"I know, you always come home moist and ready for sex!" he said.

"Stop! I do not!" 

"You do!" he said, blowing in my ear.

"Don't be silly." My protest was weak because I knew that what he said was true.

"Any way, I admit that my heart was racing a little being with both him and Mark. They are both terribly charming."

"And sexy?" he asked.

"And sexy. Yes, both sexy men. Sure you want me to go on?"

"Yes. I love it. You're sexy too, you know?"

"Well, Mark and I went on about other business until about a half hour later, when he returned, looking anxiously around the room.

"Can we help?" Mark asked.

Tales of The Campaign Trail

"Mmmmm, tell me more."

"Can't find, .. .. anyone, ... everyone busy, ...." he smiled. Then his big blue eyes turned on me and I felt myself melt all over again. "I have a phone call coming in, need someone to take some notes, .. .. could you, ... could you possibly help me?"

"So I found myself following him to the elevator and up to the concierge floor. He hurried down the hall past security people and pushed his card in the door of one of the executive suites.

"Come on, David, let's go into your office. It will make it more realistic. Just like the room he took me to." I whispered.

When we were in David's little home office with the door closed," I continued the fantasy. 

"The big door banged shut behind us. He handed me a legal pad and I found a pen in my purse and followed him to a desk with a phone.

"Why don't you come around here where we can both hear?" His smile was soft and boyish. It made you want to mother him it was so warm. He sat in the big desk chair and I pulled my chair close to the speakerphone on the back table.

"When the call came through, I could hear two or three people talking and then the primary one begin a summary of what was happening in Ohio. I was excited to be in on the discussion of his strategy. Also loved being in on the argument with the Ohio people. He has a temper when he doesn't get his way and he banged on the table at one point and we couldn't hear what they were saying."

"I pulled my chair closer and we were leaning toward the phone. We were very close. I could smell his cologne. He pulled his tie down and opened the top button of his shirt. He noticed my looking at the button, I swear, and he unbuttoned another one and grinned at me. I couldn't help smiling and looking at the dark hair tinged with gray of his chest. He sat with legs wide spread and scratched his inner thigh absentmindedly as he talked."

"Did it make your nipples hard, darling?" David was emulating the scene I described, leaning back in his chair as I drew up between his widespread legs and positioning his dick along his leg under his pants.

"I don't remember, but probably." I laughed and jabbed his leg. "Anyway, I dropped my pen and we both leaned to get it and bumped knees. I slipped and then caught myself by grasping his knee.

"Sorry!" he said. 

"He touched my knee with two fingers as if helping me back into my chair. Then as if he liked the feel of the nylon, .. .. he left them there for .. .. I don't know, .. .. for a time, .. I went back to taking notes.

"Were you getting moist, Beth?"

I remember that I liked it, liked the feel of his fingers rubbing my nylon. He just massaged my knee as if absentmindedly. We both ignored it. I continued taking notes as he asked questions and the conversation continued. It occurred to me that I should not have come to this room alone with him, but it was too late to back out now."

" He looked into my eyes and smiled, and again, .. .. .. it was incredible. His eyes are so very blue. You just want to do whatever he wants. No wonder he's a politician. I had never felt so completely in anyone's control."

"The conversation continued, and I felt us becoming more and more, .. i don't know, .. ... more intimate, like the two of us were in a little capsule. He was fondling my knee now, and I was ignoring it as best I could."

"He rocked back in the chair, letting go of my knee. But his eyes replaced his hand. I glanced up from the notepad to see that he was staring between my legs with the sweetest little smile on his face. I pushed my skirt down an inch or so, but it had a mind of its own and returned to midthigh. His eyes looked almost pleading. While I continued jotting notes, my knees parted a little more, it was like I had no control over it. I had seen his eyes pleading for something more, and I parted my legs letting him see a little more of my thighs under the short skirt."

"I thought that was not a good idea and crossed my legs and put the notepad on my lap. Again I glanced up to find his eyes on the exposed underside of the thigh of the leg crossed over. I realized this wasn't a lot better, since crossing my legs exposed a long expanse of thigh almost to my panties. In fact, he may have been able to see the side of my panties!"

"He caught me staring at him and grinned that sheepish boyish grin. Caught looking, but unrepentant and completely unapologetic"

"'I couldn't help myself,' he said in a disarming manner. I grinned back and we were like two conspirators, honestly! Here was this guy steeling looks up my skirt and making me feel like a conspirator! I relaxed and put my feet back on the floor facing toward him."

"'If the man wants to look, let him look,' I decided. I let my legs open a little wider, knowing that he could probably see my panties if he really tryied."

"Incredibly, he leaned forward while still talking over the phone and put one hand on each of my knees and slowly pressed them further apart and let his hands drift up the outside of my thighs."

"'Well, dammit! We have to bring in the black vote, or it's all over!'" he said loudly, his hands curving around my thighs. 'Now what are we going to do about it?'"

"He looked back into my eyes and mouthed the word: 'Beautiful!' and then squeezed my thighs in his big hands.

"I shook my finger at him, but couldn't resist smiling. His hands felt so soft and warm through my nylons! I knew he was making me wet, David. I mean really excited! And yet, I didn't pull away either. Do you forgive me?"

"Yes, I forgive you." David said quietly and I realized that he was holding my thighs just as "he" had toyed with them. And David's eyes were searching between my thighs in the same way as well.

"And then what happened?" David wanted to know, his voice breathless with excitement.

"Well the phone call finally ended. Trying to keep up with the note taking, follow the conversations back and forth and keep track of my skirt at the same time exhausted me. He seemed able to do all of it at once, sliding his hand under my skirt at the same time he tore into the people on the other end of the phone. Fondle my leg and make my panties wet with one hand and pound on the table with the other."

Davd's erection was long and hard down the leg of his pants and I reached to give him a long lingering caress all along its length. 

"You like this, darling?"

"Oh, god yes, Beth, god yes!" he said. "Then what? Did you touch his cock like this, baby?"

"Well I said I would get someone to type the notes if he liked and stood up to go. 'That'd be great!' he said. 'But, .. .. no hurry! Why don't you stay just a bit, let us get acquainted? Let's set a spell!' 

His soft drawl was invitation and seduction all rolled into one. I couldn't just walk out, could I?"

David shook his head.

"'I really want to thank you for this Beth. You were great!' His hands took mine, and so help me I thought of that old theory about the length of a man's index finger being an indicator of how big his cock is! I know my face turned red as I felt that finger point along my wrist. We stood there a moment looking into each others eyes and making small talk. But suddenly his arms were around me and his tongue slipped along my lips, and I was lost. His tongue slipped between my lips and I explored its roughness with my own tongue. I could feel his cock against my tummy and felt his hand slip down to my bottom."

"It felt so .. .. so big, David. Jutting out against me. I felt naked. I knew that big knob was feeling the softness of my tummy and exploring my pubic mound. My nipples were hard and pressed tight to his chest."

"I looked into the mirror behind him and saw my wide-eyed expression as his hand pulled my skirt up in the back and he caressed me through panties and pantyhose and pressed me tight against that big hard cock. Then I noticed that my arm was around his neck as if he was the only lifesaver in town and I was drowning. My god it felt good against me!"

David was following my script perfectly. His cock was against me, and I felt him fondling me with it, rubbing it across my tummy and mound, feeling my satin and nylon covered body. It was sending shivers to the roots of the hair of my mound. His hands clutched my bottom; sending added shivers through my body. His hand slipped inside the band of my pantyhose and caressed my crease through the satin panties.

"I don't think we need any more fantasy." I giggled.

"No, go on, go on!" he urged.

"But David, I want you! "

"Soon, soon! Go on." he murmured.

"He asked a question. 'Will you stay a few minutes? I could sure use some company. Especially such a beautiful and charming young lady. I'm so damned tired of being surrounded by crowds and having to be onstage, I could really use a few minutes alone with a real person.'"

"I can imagine it's a strain." I said.

"Something about his body action accompanied the kiss he continued. It wasn't that he pushed me down, it was just a hint. His tongue searched the inside of my mouth and I felt myself drawn downward. I don't know what it was but our bodies moving together suggested it."

"And so I slipped down like this." I slipped slowly down his body, my skirt hiking up as I did it. I knelt before him, my skirt and slip now around my hips and the lavender panties showing beneath sheer-to-the waist pantyhose.

"The jutting tent of his cock was at eye level as I reached for his zipper with one hand and his lovely cock with the other. He unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop to the floor and stood before me in plaid boxer shorts, his cock poking out of the front. The head was bright red and looked wonderfully eager. There was a dark, inch long mole on the left side about midway along his shaft. I slipped my hand around it and teased the mole with my thumb." 

"And then I just took him into my mouth like this." I pulled David's cock into my mouth and held the head of it as I moved my head from side to side, just letting it float in my mouth. I loved the way it felt, bumping the walls of my mouth and filling my tongue with strange and magical tastes. 




Love of Politics Ch. 04



"I could smell his cologne again, filling my nostrils. I slipped my hand up the leg of his shorts to take his balls and continued sucking the head of his dick."

"I heard the great man groan and I knew it was me that had taken control of him! His whole being was concentrated in my mouth and right hand. I squeezed his balls and sucked and wet his cock head with mouthwatering thrills and watched his face go soft and vulnerable. His pleasure was obvious, eyes closed as if hearing beautiful music. I felt his body tense and knew that he was about to send his sperm jetting into my mouth. I sucked harder, squeezed his balls tighter, held him to me, held him in my mouth so he couldn't pull away. The pleasure of the absolute control I had over him was as intense as the sexy feeling between my legs."

"And then it began. He shuddered under my hands. I pulled him tight against me so his thighs were flat against my body. He spasmed and I felt the first jet of hot, really hot creamy sperm fill my mouth. I gasped slightly, then swallowed hard. I got ready for the next spasm, clutching our bodies together. Again the warm sweet liquid filled my mouth, only a tiny drop escaping as I leaned to take him deeper into my mouth. I squeezed one cheek of his ass as he shoved himself into my mouth and gave me more of his cum!"

"He handed me his handkerchief as I sat back on my heels at his feet. I wiped his cum from my chin and handed it back with a smile. He took my hands and raised me to standing and put his arms around me. He rocked me gently in his arms for a moment and murmured quietly in my ear."

"'You were .. .. just lovely! Thank you so much!' he murmured, still sounding seductive."

David put his hand on my head and pulled me toward him. I took his cock in my mouth and looked up at his brown eyes and smiled, at least smiled with my eyes, since my mouth was filled.

"My god, Beth, .. .... ... my god!" he said quietly. "That was a fantasy, .. .. right!"

"I kept smiling. I couldn't answer with his cock in my mouth, could I? Leaving that question hanging, I closed my eyes and sucked hard on David's lovely big dick. I was suppressing an evil giggle.

David raised me to my feet and lifted me bodily to his shoulder and carried me to our bed, ducking his way through the doorways.

He put me down in the bedroom and immediately began stripping my clothes off, throwing my dress in one direction, my slip in the other, my bra ended up on the chandelier over the middle of the bed. He pushed me back on the bed' leaving my heeled pumps flailing above me as he tore at my pantyhose. I helped him with a sharp fingernail and then hung on while he wildly tore a huge gaping hole, exposing my very wet panties. 

I glanced at our image in the mirrored closet doors and thought how elegantly tramp-like it looks to still have nylons and heels on in bed while a lover desperately seeks your sex.

Eagerly he pressed his lips between my legs, blowing his warm breath against my pussy through the satin panties. I just as eagerly pulled my panties aside and watched as he devoured my pussy lips and my clitoris. A deep shudder swept over me as he covered my mound and pussy with his wide-open mouth. I could feel his tongue exploring, probing, teasing me. The thrills ran up and down my body making my nipples and even the sensitive cheeks of my bottom tingle with excitement.

"God, but you are wet, darling." he said in a muffled voice. "How much of this is us and how much from the politics?" he asked.

"Hurry, dear!" I said to shut his questions up.

He nibbled my clitoris gently and I moaned with pleasure. I grabbed his hair and pressed him close, letting him lick all along my pussy lips and then pulled him up to my breasts. His wet mouth made my nipples glisten and then, quickly, he was in! His cock reaching deep into my vagina, racing all the way in until I felt full. We were both sweating with exertion already as we found our own special rhythm, practiced over years of marriage. 

"Slow down a moment. I want to enjoy you a little more," I protested softly.

His cock was buried in the warm wet folds of my vagina and we rocked back and forth together making his strokes short and full of pleasure. Slow, moist, warm pleasure. The head of his cock explored and touched me all along the folds inside my pussy.

"Beth,.. ..?"

"Yes?" I breathed into his ear, my tongue exploring. My eyes closed and my ankles clasped around his waist, hanging on to his thrusting pelvis. My black high heels pointed tensely as my orgasm began to show its lovely, welcome, first hints.

"It was just a fantasy, .. .. right?!"

"Now! Harder!" I said. 

David lept into my thrusting, orgasming vagina. He pounded hard against me and I felt his sperm warm my body. I wasn't sure if he was pounding into me so hard to punish a wayward wife or just to express the excitement of being inside my snug body. Men are complicated animals. It is difficult to know for sure when you are satisfying their needs. 



Love of Politics Ch. 05



Chapter 05 -- 1995-6 Families Get Better Acquainted

Why Have We Never Got Together?

David would reluctantly agree to join me at big political events where I really needed a husband because it was definitely a couples event. He tried to avoid making snide remarks or making faces when he disagreed; which was usually.

For all these years, I had avoided getting us together with Mark and his wife. But suddenly I noticed that while Mark and I were milling around "working the room," that Phyllis and David were nose to nose at a table in the back of the room talking and laughing animatedly. They would sometimes be the only people sitting down. Mark noticed it too, and would smile and cant his head in their direction and roll his eyes at me.

At the July 4 dinner dance, for example, David and Phyllis danced most of the dances together.

"You know, I enjoyed myself tonight. Phyllis is a terrific dancer. Why don't we have them over sometime, Beth? Seems to me we've talked about it before, but we never do it," David said as we drove home.

"Yes, maybe we should. But, you know, I'm always afraid that Mark and I will get started talking about the political campaigns and you'll turn off. You know what I mean?"

"Well, I understand that." he muttered, "but, on the other hand, Phyl and I find plenty to talk about while you two are off drumming up votes." He turned toward me briefly and grinned mischievously.

"Phyl? When did she become Phyl." I jabbed with an amused frown.

"OK, OK, Phyllis, I mean."

The next day, the phone rang.

"Beth, how are you? It's Phyl!" she began.

"Oh, I'm fine, Phyllis, David has been talking about you, have your ears been ringing? He wants you for a dance partner instead of me."

"Oh, he's so sweet. He's an awfully good dancer, too. You know how it is? Every so often you have one of those nights when you happen to have both legs in sync and suddenly you feel like Ginger Rogers. Next time I'll tromp his toes until he can't walk, I'm sure. But it's nice to hear anyway. So I didn't lose a friend when I pinched him on his cute ass?"

"It's nice of you to be so nice to a damned Republican! Or didn't he confess that to you?"

"I think David and I take a second seat to you and Mark, very happily, so it doesn't matter what his religion is," she laughed. 

"Which brings me to why I'm calling -- you have scheduled my husband for a campaign event on the same weekend that he was supposed to be my partner for a couples golf tournament. Mark is not much of a partner anyway and it sounds like David would be a great ringer. So, ... will you lend me your husband? I know I have a lot of nerve, but, it's a benefit tournament and I hate to miss it."

"Ha! I'm sure he'd be delighted! I'll say yes for him. No problem!"

"Well, there's one more complication. I should tell you first." I heard her throaty giggle at the other end. "It's out of town! My only defense is that we'll be staying with very stiff friends, so he'll be chaperoned. Would it still be OK?"

And so it began. We were going to become more and more involved. I just hoped it wouldn't complicate things too much.

Mark and I were invited to come to the banquet and watch them pick up their trophies and cash winnings for taking first place! 

Two For Golf -- Two For Indoor Sports

The golf tournament was in Grand Rapids and they left on Friday Morning. 

"We'll see you and Mark Sunday, then. Have Vodka and Tonic ready for me when we come up the 18th, OK" Phyllis laughed as she hugged me good-bye. 

"Make that two!" David called as he settled his clubs on top of hers in the back of her SUV.

"Doesn't that look a little erotic? Putting your clubs on top of mine that way?" Phyllis giggled as he reached to close the hatch.

"Let the record state that she suggested it, I didn't," he laughed, offering me a quick kiss on the cheek.

I stood in the driveway watching them roar off down the street. I remained very uneasy that our families seemed headed for doing more together. Maybe it shouldn't make any difference, but at that point I confess it would have been easier to have the relationship between Mark and I stand alone. On the other hand, it was ironic the two of them had so much in common that they were natural close friends just as I and Mark were on the political and literary basis.

"Hmmmm," I muttered. I stood in the driveway picking at leaves in the hedge and wondering what the meaning of that last thought was. Was the lovely friendship of fifteen years and the delightful occasional sex of the last five years about to be complicated? I could only hope that neither would be affected. They had become very much a part of my life.

Interlude On The Way To The Banquet

Saturday would be a full day for Mark and I. The President was speaking at a fund-raiser in preparation for the n 1996 election. We were also meeting with several people about Mark's decision to run for the U.S. Senate. 

All day Saturday was full of discussions, politicking, excitement and stimulation. I shook hands with the President and bathed in his charm for a few seconds. The atmosphere at such a visit is electric for all kinds of reasons. I had helped with the arrangements committee, and so knew some of the effort that went into it. The Secret Service people were everywhere, trying their best to seem unobtrusive, yet visible at the same time. I am still shocked when I notice that several carry automatic weapons tucked under their coats. 

All the hoopla is just like a drug for a political junkie and by the end of the day, my adrenalin was off the map. This amuses Mark, but he is aware that to a lesser degree, he is affected by it too. Because we would be up late, I had arranged for hotel rooms, and by midnight, I leaned over and said quietly, "I think I will go upstairs, I'm in 525 if you decide you want to talk more."

Mark nodded and rejoined the conversation of the standing group of hangers-on in the bar.

I turned on the TV and found that we were getting good coverage on the news channels. I curled up in a chair and watched, having unlocked the door that opened into the adjoining room.

Before the coverage had finished, Mark slipped quietly through from next door and joined me. 

I stood up and let him sit in the large chair, then sat on his lap and leaned on his shoulder. His arm circled me and then slipped upward until his hand cupped my breast. My panties were already moist with anticipation and the excitement of the day and I began nibbling on his ear as his hand found my nipple through the white blouse.

"Mmmmmmm." I welcomed his caress with a heartfelt sigh.

"Like that?" he murmurred.

"Oh, yesssss!"

'Exciting day, eh?" his kiss found my tongue ready to dart into his mouth.

"Oh, it's been so long since I felt your hand there. And yes, the day was exciting too. The President is incredible! Makes a girl feel wanted, just in a handshake," I giggled.

"He probably did, too," he muttered, mockingly. "But then, how could he resist? You look .. .. wonderful."

His hand slipped under my skirt and I squirmed a little to make sure he could get between my legs. He began fondling my mound through the restraint of pantyhose and panties.

"Oh, god, I love the way you feel." he groaned with pleasure, his hand squeezing and caressing as I opened my legs still wider to let him feel me up, as the saying goes. I pressed my pussy into his hand, and turned my body, rubbing against his chest with eager breasts.

"And I love the way you feel ME!" I said.

I reached between us to grasp his cock through his pants and  squeezed firmly the round hardness resting against my hip. My hand squeezed more and more, wanting his cock, wanting to feel his balls against me. Under my skirt he returned the squeezing eagerness, his fingers pressing the taut nylon against the constrained lips of my pussy. Harder and harder he rubbed the smooth curve of nylon against my pussy lips, tucking a low valley outlining my slit. It felt simply thrilling. 

"You're a marvelous lover, have I told you? I whispered. "I want to take these off so you can get to me, darling." We continued what we were doing. And then reluctantly, he let me unwind from his lap with a little pat on the hard dick tenting his pants.

I leaned back one last time and whispered, "Are you going to let me have that cock, darling?"

He nodded and I could feel it jump as my breath hit is ear. His hands squeezed both breasts and I let him feel me for a long minute, then smiled and moved away.

"Can I watch? he asked.

"Taking pantyhose off is the ugliest thing a girl can do, so, NO!" 

I took off my skirt and draped it over the stand and turned to let him see my bottom. I unbuttoned my blouse and let it fall from my arms, too and turned to watch his eyes flick between my panties and my breasts pressed into mounds by the lace of my bra. 

In the bathroom, I struggled the pantyhose down my legs and straightened my panties which had been crushed and creased all day by the tight nylons. I put the hose on the vanity and refreshed perfume near my mound and behind my knees. My lipstick needed refreshment because he likes the taste while we make love. I leaned toward the mirror and put some on, then still leaning, settled my breasts into my bra and looked to see if I looked suitable for him.

Re-entering the room, I turned off some lights behind me and strode toward him. I responded to his signal by turning around while his eyes appraised the way my bottom filled out the dark blue panties with Victoria's Secret woven into the wide waistband. I turned and stood looking at him as I craned my arms back to unsnap the lacy bra and then let the cups cling to my breasts. Slowly, I leaned over him and moved my shoulders to let my breasts shrug out of the garment. I stood smiling into his eyes, as the lacy bra fell onto his upturned face. My nipples bristled with the pleasure of his admiring look as I turned before him in panties and high heels.

He stood up and came to me, his arms enfolding me. I reached for his cock once more before unbuckling his belt, unzipping him and reaching inside. It took my breath away to feel his naked body under his shorts, to feel the naked strength of his hard, thrilling cock. His pants and shorts dropped away as he unbuttoned and stripped off his tie and shirt. He pressed our chests together and I moved so my breasts fondled his hairy chest.

"Ohhh, god, that feels wonderful," I said.

Mark slipped his hands around to cup my bottom and I felt him rub it softly and silkily through the tight panties. His cock was against my stomach we nudged each other, our pelvises humping happily together. He put his hands under my panties in the back and I felt the tickle of fingers across the crease of my bottom. I grasped his dick and squeezed the velvet bare skin, holding onto the bulbous tip where I felt his precum, slippery and pungent. 

I brought my moist hand up close to our kiss and turned to lick my palm for a moment before his lips sucked mine back into his grip.

His hand came around to the front of my body and I felt one finger slip between the lips of my pussy and curve between my legs to feel my moisture. I opened my legs and closed my eyes at the pleasure of his first entry into my body with a single finger. I thrust my mound against the invasion and thrilled at his squeezing hand as he took me. He brought the wet finger out.

"No, leave it in!" I rasped harshly.

But he smeared it against my nipples and then sucked the finger into his mouth between our lips.

'Darling, how did you get so wet?"

"You!" I giggled into his ear."

He knelt before me and took my nipples between his lips one at a time, sucking off the juices from my wet pussy.

All the time, he stared up at me as I watched his tongue go round and round my pink extended nipples. His hands pushed up under my breasts, and I moaned with pleasure.

"Fuck me?" I begged. " I need you!"

He knelt before me and pressed his hand between my legs. His thumb slipped easily into my vagina and he pressed his flat hand between my buns like a bicycle seat. My knees felt weak as I looked down at him. He smiled, pressed up with his hand, so his thumb was deep in my vagina and a knuckle teased my anus. His hand felt warm slotted into the crease of my body and I shivered with pleasure.

He leaned forward and slipped his tongue into the top of my slit and pressed it in to find my clitoris. I shuddered and cried out.

"Ohhhh. ohhhh!, mygod." I nearly wept it felt so pleasant. His tongue toyed with my cleft and his thumb probed inside me. I could feel the moisture between my legs flood his hand as I tangled his hair between my fingers.

"Put it in, soon, honey; soon, please, oh, baby, please! I want to fuck you so bad, darling." I was babbling with shuddering pleasure as his hand worked back and forth over my pussy and my anus.

"Ohhh!"

His tongue flicked over my sensitive, wet clitoris. I grasped my own breasts, wanting his hands there so badly as I lifted them and squeezed my nipples hard. My knees trembled as I rode his probing, squeezing, grasping hand.

I moistened my lips and stared longingly down at him as I fucked his hand and his face.

"Mark, .. .. uh ..... uh .... Mark, .. fuck me. Oh please, let me have your cock!" I felt him press my anus against his thumb and cried out sharply again.

He released me and stood up to press me back onto the bed and then laid on top of me. I grasped his cock.

"Honey, Let me taste this first."

He crawled up over my body and put his cock between my breasts and then pressed toward my lips. I squeezed the soft mounds around it as It entered my mouth. Looking up into his eyes, I tightened my lips around the bulbous head and moved my head from side to side as I sucked him. Our eyes locked together as I bathed him in my mouth and felt him touch me all around the soft palate. The head touched the entrance of my throat and I gagged a little. I shook my head when he looked concerned, and closed my eyes as I continued sucking the lovely big head, enjoying every sensation it gave my mouth.

I grasped his balls and pulled him deeper. With my eyes closed and relaxing as I could managee, I urged the head of his dick into my throat. I stopped, wanting there to be no gagging. Slowly, I squeezed him. Gently he pressed it ddeper. Gently, gently, I could sense him feeling h is way. I leaned toward him slightly and felt him stretch the tissue a little as the head of his big dick entered the tight passage. I opened my eyes and looked up to find Mark with his eyes closed and a look of completed pleasure on his face. I held him to me and moved just a little from side to side. My tongue lay along the underside of his warm cock. A little more. 

"Mmmmmmm." I hummed around the shaft of my lover.

"Ohhhhh," he groaned and he relieved the pressure to withdraw from my tight throat. He lingered in my mouth and looked down into my eyes with a look of love and pleasure mingled.

Slowly, he withdrew from my lips and made a wet streak down between my breasts as He slid lower on my body. His cock pressed against my tummy as he slipped his tongue between my lips to find my tongue. I tasted the familiar taste of my pussy mingling with the precum he had left in my mouth. We kissed long and hard and I felt the pleasure of his body against mine. We lay playing with each other.

Finally, he slipped down between my legs and I willingly opened to him and reached to put his cock at my entry. Mark smiled down into my eyes as I pulled it toward me. Slowly he slipped it in. I gasped with the pleasure. 

"Ohhh, honey, that feels .. .. feels goooood! Oh, yes .. .."

Still looking down at me, he raised his body until his entire length was stretching my vagina. He closed my legs around it and put his legs outside of mine.

I was trembling with the sensation of being so full of his dick and feeling so much flesh pressed against me. In this position, every possible inch of flesh was pressed warmly and securely together.

He began munching on my lips again, then stopped and said, "Move, darling."

His legs clasped around the outside of my legs. I pressed my heels against the bed and pressed up against him and tensed my muscles to produce a vibration under him. As I vibrated tensely against and around him, he fucked in and out of me in nuzzling little strokes by tensing his ass under my hands. I don't know if the political excitement is involved, or that he's just a good lover, but it is impossible to express in words how good it felt when Mark fucked me that night. I trembled with the sensual pleasure.

We moaned together against each other's lips as it slipped in and out and the hair of my mound mingled against his. It is a wonderful sensation to be able to feel each other's mounds pressed tightly together even though you are fucking each other with filling and warm strokes of his cock.

"Oh, Mark .. .. oh .. good .. good. ohhhh."

I felt him tighten as my first orgasm shook me under his thrusts. Tighter and tighter his legs pressed around me and against the bed as I felt the heat of his cum fill me. Mark kept fucking as his creamy warm cum forced out around his cock rubbing in and out of me. I held onto him, arms locked, as he finished and then slowly continued his movement with a relaxing dick, still striving to feel all the little folds inside my vagina.

Mark rolled us over together without pulling it out of me. I spread my legs as he relaxed in exhaustion. Astride him I began massaging his sweaty chest. His cock was softening but still felt nice under me in the wet of our fucking.

Mark reached up and held my swaying breasts in hands that gave me the feeling of being worshipped.

"You're a wonderful lover, Beth!" he breathed with a sigh.

"Hey, that was my line!" I giggled happily.

When we had cooled down and calmed down from the emotional high, I led him to his room where we slept the night away so both rooms would look slept in.

The Victors

We arrived in plenty time to find our heroes still on the golf course. We walked around the last 8 holes with them as they finished strong to win the tournament.

As they came up the 18th fairway, we were watching their glorious finish, and holding a tray of Vodka and 'Tonic to celebrate their success.

They were nicely sweaty and full of excitement. I pressed my body against David and we hugged in celebration.

The banquet was a typical sports banquet with trophies, stories and in this case cash winnings as well as a check for the charity it supported. We watched as David and Phyllis held hands accepting the awards and then hugged congratulatory hugs on the platform as everyone cheered. I wouldn't be a wife if I didn't notice that they remained glued together for just a few seconds longer than necessary between golf partners. 

"Listen, you two, David and I have talked over a plan," she began, "we don't see enough of each other. 

There was nothing to be done but accept, as they had it all planned out. All my care to avoid getting too close to my lover's wife and family would soon come to an end. So, we left it to David and Phyllis to make a plan and let us know the date.



Love of Politics Ch. 06



Chapter 06 –A Cabin In The Woods

We were alone for a few moments, separated from the others. Mark spoke very quietly. 

"Isn't it terrific?"

"What's that?" I said, assuming it was something just between the two of us.

"I mean having this intimacy between us. That we can stand here and I can remind you how lovely it is for you to put me inside your body. That moment, I mean, .... especially." He grinned at me.

I smiled and nodded, then looked off at the others. "Yes."

*

The Cabin - Idyllic Family Outing

The cabin on the Au Sable River was an ancestral getaway and had no TV, no telephone, but great new, modern plumbing and plenty of room. The original cabin had been primitive, but expansion over the years had made it into a delightfully modern oasis in the middle of a magical forest. The newest section was a large family room with windows across the front facing downstream from a vantage point at a bend in the river. A large game table and fireplace dominated the great room. The kitchen was large and equipped for big family style meals and for entertaining. The entire building was of log construction.

The pristine beauty and natural seclusion was preserved by Mark's insistence there be no TV and no telephones. The property has 172 acres and sits back from the road at the end of a long, winding driveway.

"Cathy is leading Johnnie around by his nose. Have you noticed?" Phyllis giggled the giggle of a proud parent seeing her fourteen-year-old show the signs of growing up. We had caught them in a quiet moment, Cathy sitting languidly on the ground, leaning against a large rock, and John looking at her in that adoring, bashful way boys of that age have. He looked baffled, and completely enchanted.

David had the worried look of a father facing his beloved daughter rocketing through teen years toward womanhood. He stared at the two young people and I could hear him sigh, though he uttered not a word. Phyllis and I were much more enthusiastic about the little romance we imagined to be budding. Mark faced it with the confidence of the father of a son; though he had to be careful not to appear too cavalier around David.

"And look at the other two, would you?" Mark said. We walked to the end of the porch to see my little Mick and their Jennifer, both two years behind their siblings, playing on a tire swing. Mick was hanging through the tire on his stomach while Jennifer dutifully pushed him, his feet flailing in the air. "They all look completely happy."

*

Canoeing 

"I'm tired of hearing these two talk about the campaign! David, how about you and I taking the kids canoeing this morning? We can leave Beth in charge of the "Senator" and have a quiet day on the river," Phyllis pronounced her decision with all the bravado of the camp activity director, which, in fact, she was.

The kids cheered their agreement and after we settled them down to finish breakfast, they were all off to get the canoes ready. 

"My god, but you two are a godsend, Beth. We can relax with you. Mark has you to talk politics with, leaving me alone about it, and David is terrific company. This trip is going to recharge my batteries, .... and it can't hurt to get Mark's mind off the campaign for a few minutes either." Phyllis hugged me as I wiped off the counter. I slipped my arm around her waist and squeezed her affectionately.

You might think that I should have felt guilty about becoming friends with Mark's wife. I suppose that I did have some twinges of pain, but mostly, I just felt a closeness developing between us that was hard to describe. I had thought long and hard about how much more complicated things were becoming, but failed to find a happy description of what we were becoming.

"We're feeling the same way. David thinks you're wonderful and talks about how much fun you have playing doubles and golfing together. Lord knows, I'm no fun for him in athletics!"

"I adore him, too. I guess we're both competitive as hell. We argue, but it's all in good fun. He's a hunk!" 

"And this place is so beautiful. I'm glad we get to get together like this too, Phyllis."

"OK, so much for the mutual admiration society!" she smiled. "I've got two canoes to push down that river! We need something to eat when we stop for a hike half way back."

We dropped them off upstream and helped launch the canoes, Mark and I stood waving as Phyllis shouted instructions and their little convoy headed off amid squeals of delight and a little confused paddle splash. John was on the bow paddle and I smiled as Cathy, kneeling behind him, touched his shoulder and offered advice. 

"Shall we drive down to the bridge and watch them go by?" Mark proposed.

"Great, can we?"

We stood on a bridge a few miles downstream and waited silently amid the chirping of birds and the hiss of the water sliding past the bridge pilings. Mark slipped his arm around me and rested his hand on the bridge railing. It was comforting to be enclosed by his arm and the surrounding forest added to the secure wonder of the moment. I put my hand on top of his as we communed with nature and with each other. 

It wasn't long before we heard their voices from around the bend. And, by and by, they hove into view, David's canoe was first with Mick at the bow paddle, looking terribly important and incredibly intent on his task.

They shouted and waved and we moved to the other side of the bridge to see them emerge and continue downstream.

"We can have a hike if you like." he said, "there's a path down the river from here? They won't be back at the house for hours, I would guess. Phyllis likes to take a hike about mid way back, so she'll be holding nature lessons."

We wound along the path, sometimes wide enough to walk hand in hand, but mostly Indian-file, with Mark trailing behind as I led the way.

"You have a cute tush, Pocahontas," he said.

"Are you staring at my excessively large bum again?" I laughed, the secret pleasure of having his eyes on me not well hidden.

"Guilty. It's not big, it's just right. See?" He caught up with me and put his hands on my bottom, the fingers cupping under me. I stopped and leaned back against his exploring hands. We were in a tiny clearing mostly hidden from the nearby stream. Mark's hands slipped up to cup by breasts and we stood quietly listening to the water burble along its way.

"God, but this must be heaven." I murmured, leaning back against him.

He squeezed gently and I felt my nipples respond happily. The sun shown through openings in the leafy roof and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the caressing hands on breasts that loved his touch.

"Mmmmmm." I said, my head lying back on his shoulder and my eyes marveling at the multitudes of green as the sun made leaves translucent over our heads.

"Mmmmm," he replied. His hands were under my breasts, lifting slightly, then slowly, slowly caressing toward my nipples. Enclosing them in a gentle pinch between thumb and forefinger, he increased the moisture gathering between my legs. "I love these, darling. Your breasts are .. .. mmmm .. ..perfect." I could feel his body tremble with the pleasure of fondling them; and then my own shiver pleasure knowing that my soft breasts excited him so.

"Ohhhhh, Mark, .. ... this is ... wonderful. How did we get so lucky?" I sighed. My bottom spooned nicely against his body and I admitted I was searching for his cock as it stiffened from the touch of my body. I found it. And I caressed it with the curves of my bottom, feeling his warmth against me.

"Yes, aren't we?" he said quietly. "You feel lovely against me."

"Not too fat for you? I can hear that fortieth birthday roaring down the track at me, you know."

"No, you're still perfect. Look how you fit me." His hands squeezed my breasts and I moaned with pleasure; one hand slipped lower, rubbing my tummy and pressing my bottom tighter against his cock. His hand slipped under my belt and I felt his fingers toy with the hair under my panties. I moaned again, and took a deep breath, scintillating in his fondling caresses. If he reached deeper he would discover my secret; that my panties were soaked by excitement.

I felt his fingers toying with my thatch of curls and I thought of the wonder of this thrilling intimacy. It was such a pleasure to be held in his arms and feel his fingers touching my most private little patch of hair. He moaned the pleasure of nylon panties puffed up by my soft tuft of protective hair.

"All the girls in the porn films seem to be shaving there. Would you like me better if I did? I said in my most coquettish giggle, craning my head back to smile into his eyes.

He moved his fingers in mock deep exploration. Very thoughtfully, he said, "No, .. .. .. no, I think it is nice just as it is. I love the silkiness under your panties. Mmmmmm, makes me think of nuzzling you. It always gives me that first thought of how good you smell when you let me rest my nose just here!" His fingers rubbed a little circle at the tip of my mound and I shivered with pleasure.

"Oh, sorry, did that tickle?" We giggled like happy teenagers exploring a new world of sex.

He squeezed my nipple again and I pressed the breast into his hand.

"Oh, honey, that feels, .. .. so .. ..so good!" My panties were feeling warmly soaked between my legs and my knees kept feeling a little weak as Mark continued to caress and fondle my body.

"Come," he whispered in my ear.

He lead the way off the path and we found a little haven more screened from passersby. Mark took off his sweatshirt and laid it on the ground softened by scant grass and a heavy cover of leaves and pine needles. We knelt and faced each other for a lingering kiss. It started with our lips fondling, moving under the others kiss, and then opening slowly, expectantly. His tongue appeared as he moved his head from side to side slowly. Mine engaged his and I began to explore the wet, rough surface of his tongue. I sucked on the tip and felt his body jerk slightly and then his hands return to my breasts. He unbuttoned my blouse, and slipped his hands inside to cup my bra.

"Mmmm, pretty," he muttered against my lips. Your underwear is always so pretty! I love that about you."

I smiled against his lips and sucked his tongue into my mouth as he played with my breasts. Together we sank to make a little nest on the forest floor. There, dappled by sunlight through the branches, we began making love.

We struggled with each other's pants, unbuckling, unzipping, and careful not to catch anything in the zipper. Then my hand was inside and covering his big cock flat against his body. His hand slipped over my panty-covered mound and I parted my legs so he could cup it completely, his long fingers exploring urgently between my legs.

"I'm terribly wet! I'm sorry about that."

"Love you being wet for me."

"Mmmmmmm, can't help it. You're fault." I muttered, my words smothered by his lips eagerly nibbling mine.

I squeezed his cock and he squeezed my pussy. I squeezed my legs tight around his fingers, thrusting against him with the first trembling fucking motions.

Mark moaned as I grasped the head of his cock and held it firmly through his underwear. I leaned away from him and grinned into his eyes. He closed his eyes in pleasure and moaned as I let my fingers touch and grasp him.

His finger wriggled under the tight elastic of my panties and found my wet syrupy slit. I leapt slightly as he touched my clitoris. It was terribly sensitive from his caresses and it must surely have doubled in size in its tumescence. His finger made a tiny circle over it, causing my eyes to close in sheer, shuddering pleasure. I could feel how much his finger was swathed in my thick pussy juices.

We lay looking into each other's eyes as we continued playing between each other's legs. I slipped my hand inside his underwear and had that sensation of immersion you get when your hand first surrounds a man's waiting cock. Slowly, slowly I enjoyed the sensation as I slipped down to cup his balls while his cock trembling under the sensitive femininity of my wrist. I took a deep breath and smiled into Mark's eyes. His cock was warm and big.

I relaxed and thrust my pussy against his hand for attention while I explored the hairiness of Mark's balls and then the hair at the base of his cock. Exploring so intimately thrilled me – I wanted to play there forever. I thought back to how it felt when he was deep in my vagina and I felt the firm bone of his mound against mine. I lightened my grip to feel the hair springy and silken at the same time under my fingers.

"I want to feel this against mine." I murmured and then bit on his ear lobe for emphasis. Mark's finger slipped between my soft folds and into my vagina. 

"Ohhhhhhhh, .. .. ohhhh, ...... mmmm, .. .. yes! That's nice, but can I have this too?" I blew into his ear and then slipped my tongue inside.

I raised my hips and let him take my jeans off. Then I started to take off my bra, but stopped to let him decide if he wanted it off. He left my panties on and I lay watching his eyes run over my body.

I snuggled into the soft leaves and waited as he tugged my breast from the cup of my bra. As it popped out, I preened under his admiring stare and pressed them up for him to taste. Age may be starting to show on my breasts. But lying in the forest along the Au Sable, I liked the sight of them thrusting up to meet Mark's lips. That they still gave Mark so much pleasure he was gasping as he reach to suckle them also pleased me.

He slipped one strap off my shoulder and leaned to suckle my left breast. He continued finger-fucking me past the leg of my panties. His lips felt loving and tender as he grazed my nipple.

"Your nipple reminds me of a rumpled bed after we've made love," he said. My nipple crisped under his wet tongue. 

"Ohhhh, .. Mark, .. what a sexy thought!" I couldn't help giggling as I felt the cool air of the forest waft over the nipple he had left wet from his loving lips as he moved on to the right breast. 

A second finger found my pussy and snuggled inside. I felt Mark find my G-spot and explore its round firmness. I moaned hard as he pressed and my body shuddered against his hand, fucking his exploring fingers and squeezing them with pleasure.

"Oh! Honey!" I gasped. I threw my arms around his neck and pulled his face between my breasts.

He unsnapped my bra as I pressed him tightly. I felt him pull it off my breasts and then press it against his cheek and inhale the perfume from it.

Lying on the ground in the forest in just your panties is a lovely sensation. I lay there, my body tense and clutching with need and thought how beautiful it made me feel; free of confining clothes, kissed by a handsome and attentive lover, cooled by a light breeze rustling in the branches overhead.

Mark's cock was raging hard under my hand as I slipped my grasp all the way down to the base of his shaft. It felt like some strong and urgent tool under my hand. Perhaps like the gearshift of a Ferrari must feel if you are one of those car nuts. I can well imagine how they must feel fondling the car's shifter before it sends them rocketing down the road in a sensuous burst of speed and power. That thought was in my mind as I slipped up his length to grasp the bare, wild, sinuous feel of the head of his lovely dick. I felt the precum on the big helmet-shaped mushroom at the top and let my palm glory in his moisture.

"I love how wet you get!" I heard him say breathily into my ear.

"Funny, I was just thinking the same about you!" I said.

I opened my legs wider to let him play in my wetness. 

"Do you want me, Mark?" I breathed.

His eyes held mine as he rolled between my wide-spread legs and probed against my panties. Sometimes, Mark likes to fuck me without taking my panties off. I don't know why, but I always wait to see what he wants. If anything, it makes me feel even more like a girl when he leaves them on. My bottom rubbing against the nylon seems so sensual as he thrusts into me. Perhaps he imagines he is taking a more virginal me.

I raised my legs and Mark lay with his long cock against my panties, rocking and feeling me. My pussy felt soft and vulnerable as the underside of his dick pressed along the slit between my legs. His cock felt hard and the perfect shape to caress me from the tip of my slit right down to where his balls lay dangling against the round globes of my bottom.

Our tongues played together amid moaning pleasure as he nudged my pussy lips.

"Oh, honey, I'm getting close. Please put it in!"

I reached to offer unneeded guidance as that lovely velvety head spread and touched the creamy wetness. I held my panties aside and felt the pleasure of the stiff cock sliding against my fingers as it found home.

Mark gulped as it touched the well surrounding my vagina.

"Oh, .. .. so moist .."

'Yes, .. .. put it in, .. .. put it in, darling."

We stopped our kiss to look down between our stomachs as the head of Mark's dick slipped between the soft puffy lips of my pussy. The curly dark hair between my legs was moist and matted from his finger fucking, but above the slit, my hair showed as a triangle through the translucent green panties.

"Ohhhhh, honey! It's soooo hot. It feels hot and so .. .. wonderfully wet!" Mark paused as the muscle at the entry snugged around the head of his cock. 

I took a deep noisy breath and lay my head back in utter pleasure at the sensation of fullness.

"Oh, Mmmmmm, yes. You feel so hard, .. .. and so ...BIG!"

We lingered there in a moment of sheer pleasure. His cock head lay just in the entry as we savored the feelings. I tightened around it, feeling for the comfortable deep groove behind the head and holding it. I felt a thrill similar to sucking on his tongue.

"Now, darling, .. .. now." I murmured in a voice taut with anticipation.

I looked back down to watch the menacing hardness brutally push my pussy lips aside. I watched as my lips followed it slightly despite their wetness. They seemed to be kissing the invading cock, wanting to linger as it caressed them. But he was determined now. Determined to possess me. And I eagerly wanted to be taken by this great big thing now pushing soft moist walls aside as he slid happily into the warmth of my vagina.

When at last he was firmly inside and our mounds pressed tight together, we continued our kiss. My mind focused on the sensation of being so filled with his hot dick. I could feel every motion as he moved without pulling out, making his big dick taste me in all the little alcoves of swollen folds of my vagina; swirling the moist cream with the full head of his cock. My mouth worked back and forth as if trying to guide my pussy as it caressed his dick.

Our moans blended with the natural sounds of the forest as Mark began fucking into me. He pulled almost all the way out and showed me the glistening wet shaft. My juices shown between us and even his hair was plastered down by my pussy cream. He slipped into me again as I watched his mound strain toward mine and that very powerful aggressive cock seemed too big for the slice of my body it had pried open and was now sawing into. My pussy lips tucked inside as the long hard shaft caressed me, fucked me. 

Mark put one leg and then the other on his shoulder, lifting my bottom off the ground as he thrust deep, deep, deep, .. .. ..

"So .. so deep!" I gasped.

We fucked smoothly together, each intent on the other's probing body and the sensations ripping from our joined wet genitals to all the tendrils of our nerve endings. He didn't hurry, but kept a lovely, steady, thrusting motion with our joined bodies. I could only sigh with pleasure.

"Ohhhh, .. dear!" I felt like purring, it felt so good.

On and on we fucked. My breasts were swaying with his motions and I watched his eyes drinking them in again. I pressed them up to him with both hands; pressing the nipples almost together and watched as he moaned with pleasure around his cock and the sight of my tits. 




Love of Politics Ch. 06



I felt it lengthen in me and felt Mark's body tense just as mine was doing. I let go my breasts and spread my arms, feeling the ground under them as he continued surging into my pussy with that urgent, hard cock. The sensation of the leaves under my arms heightened and seasoned the thrusting of his dick as I tasted it with every sensitive centimeter of my pussy.

"Yes, .. fuck, .. fuck me,. .. ohhh yes! More!" I urged, my body ready to explode.

Mark let my legs down and then lay on top of me thrusting hard and fast. Faster and faster his strong body drove the length of my vagina.

"Oh, .. oh god! .." he gasped, his breath hot in my ear. I put my hands on his back and felt the ripple of muscles driving his cock in and out of me. I felt my bottom cushioning our fucking against the ground. 

Then he tensed even more and his sperm gushed into me. I tightened my arms around him, slipping one hand up to his neck and urged him into me.

"Cum, Mark. Cum! Fill me, baby! Cum!"

I thrust onto him again and again, helping his body shoot that lovely warmth into me.

He lay still on my satisfied body and I trailed my hands over his sweaty back. The cool forest breeze flowed over us. His skin against mine now felt just as vulnerable as mine when he first touched my pussy with the lovely moist head of his dick.

When we got back to the cabin, I took off the light green panties and tucked them, wet and sticky with our cum into a zippered pocket of my bag.

*

Burgers on the grill.

Mark and I prepared everything for a hamburger and hot dog cook-out. The rest of the early afternoon we devoted to sitting in big old-fashioned Adirondack chairs, our feet propped on a large wooden table.

About 2 PM we began to hear their voices coming from the river. A few minutes later, the first canoe came around the bend and we stood up to wave them home.

They headed into the bank and we pulled them up on shore as the children talked excitedly about the voyage.

"Only their canoe tipped over!" Said Mick proudly, having guided his canoe dryly home.

"Yep, I was the only one who knew how to canoe, .. and the only one who turned the damned thing over." Phyllis was still wet, her hair straggling at the back and her shirt plastered to jutting nipples." 

I nodded to them and said quietly. "I'll bet David didn't think that was too bad an idea, either."

Phyllis looked at him fondly and David laughed guiltily having indulged himself in ogling her doused boobs with unmasked pleasure.

Everyone made trips to the bathroom and then rejoined us in the circle of chairs as the first hint of hamburgers wafted in blue smoke across the yard.

"Do you know about these chairs?" I asked, my smart-alec smile on my grinning face.

"No, but I suppose you do!" David laughed.

"OK, if you don't want to learn anything." I mocked a sulk.

"No, no, I'm eager. As always!" he made fun of me.

"Well since you've asked, it's called an Adirondack, but it was not always called that."

"Tell me tell me." Jennifer giggled.

"My mom knows everything," Mick said proudly.

It was invented by a man named Thomas Lee when he was visiting a cabin, just like we are today, in 1900 -- only in was near the Adirondack Mountains and on a lake instead of a river. And so it is called an Adirondack chair. 

"But, -- not always. At first it was called a Westport Chair. Mr. Lee built the first one on his lawn. There were many family members on the cabin adventure and he used them to guage how big to make it and what angles were the most comfortable."

Mark Oooohed in mock admiration and they all laughed at me.

"And then Mr. Lee offered the design to a carpenter friend of his who patented the design and sold chairs as the Westport Chair," I finished, to scattered applause.

"See?" Mick grinned to Jennifer. "Knows everything!"

And so our week as a dual family continued. 

The weather, by Northern Michigan standards, was pretty favorable, meaning about half sunny and half cloudy with chilly to cold nights and a few rainy days to spice things up.

But in the north woods, even a rainy day can be cozy and joyous with family to enjoy and a warm fireplace to warm your bottom against. By the end of the week we had become more or less a single extended family of friends.

*

Senator Mark

We had enough idle time to think about the campaign. Several ideas emerged from quiet chats when the others isolated us to a far corner of the cabin. I could become excited about the campaign on a moment's notice so the week was a chance to do a lot of planning that could then be put into place when we returned. I was still getting a terrific high from being involved in politics. It was a perfect vacation!

We returned to campaigning as soon as we got back home and Mark was elected State Senator by a big margin. David took us to a rich Republican-style restaurant to celebrate.

Mark toasted me, his able assistant and official campaign manager. His knee pressed against mine in silent tribute. It was celebration enough.

David and Phyllis renewed their commitment to playing in the doubles tournament and flirted and danced through the evening too. When we arrived home, I was happy to have him carry me up the stairs and undress me slowly and caressingly. I lay back on the bed and smiled as he stripped off my black stockings and kissed his way up the inside of my legs.

I had that wonderful tired feeling you get at the end of a long successful campaign; it was a joy to languish in those feelings as David made love to me. We fucked and fucked, far into the night before falling to tangled sleep in our freshly rumpled bed.



Love of Politics Ch. 07



Chapter 07 – Adult Weekend At The Cabin

Mark won election to the state Senate. A celebration was in order, and as it turned out, ours was a bit shocking! I think we were all very tense and looking for relief. Mark's cabin up North sounded perfect for an escape from all our tensions.

Phyllis and David had planned an "adults-only" weekend in the woods for all of us just before school started. The Clinton-Monica scandal was at its peak when the big weekend arrived. The report wasn't released yet, but details of the testimony were well-known and depressing.

"When the President of the United States is on television talking about boinking a pretty young thing in the Oval Office, don't you think we have a right to feel left out of things? I'm feeling positively old-fashioned." Phyllis grumbled.

"It is incredible isn't it? I'm afraid it's just going to get worse. The Republican's aren't likely to let it go are they?" I said gloomily.

"Now wait, they didn't do this, your Bill did the deed. Why shouldn't he pay for it?" David, of course, took the republican side, and none of us could argue with him.

"And, yes, Phyllis, I am feeling left out!" David laughed.

"Right, then, here we are, consenting adults, with a week in the woods alone, no children to worry about. What are we going to do about it?"

"I'm for taking off our clothes and staging a Democratic block party. I'll contribute $10!"  David, again.

Phyllis smiled and offered an alternative.  "Let's go to that little tavern in town where they play western music and have dinner. Everyone has to go without underwear. It'll feel sexy, anyway!"

After the laughter died out, I said, "Well, I'm OK with that idea. Let's do it. It will be a laugh anyway. We can use a laugh. We should call it a Monica Party though, to keep David from blaming all Democrats."

I was in our room with my panties around my ankles when David came in. He stripped in record time and pulled my naked into his arms and groped me for a few minutes. Clearly the same was going on next door because we heard loud giggling. 

"Come on, now, let's get dressed." I said with a laugh.

We knocked on their door on the way past and they laughed again and said they were coming.

"Doesn't this feel yummy, and depraved?" Phyllis wanted to know as we drove down the lane. 

Dinner At George's

The dimly lit parking lot was beginning to fill up with SUV's and pickup trucks, some with gun racks in the back window. Northern Michigan's finest hunters and fishermen seemed to be out on the town for a good time, just like us.

A bright red neon sign with the sputtering letter "G" announced we were entering "George's Hangout" as Phyllis pushed open the door and led us inside.  A sign announced "line dancing - Friday Night." 

That great old smell of slightly stale beer and floor sweeping compound lingered from many previous nights of revelry. The aroma of burgers on a grill made the scene complete.

We found a table at the end of the long bar and a waitress dropped menus in front of us.  The band finished their setup and began to tune their instruments. A young girl in incredibly tight jeans and western blouse positioned a microphone stand out of her way.

Burger baskets heaped with French fries and tiny cups of Cole slaw arrived and we happily dug into the cholesterol laden food just as the band kicked off their opening number.

The sound level steadily increased as the crowd of foot stomping dancers swelled. Phyllis loves to dance and she had Mark on the dance floor looking down at her feet trying to figure out what to do as David and I laughed at his discomfort. Seeing this, Mark pointed toward David and Phyllis came and led him off to the line dancing class.

"Mark is hopeless," she laughed, pulling David to his feet.

Mark slumped into his chair and I felt his knee brush mine. We laughed at the two of them, letting our knees toy with each other under the table. 

"Come on, Mark, it looks like fun!" I said, leading him back to the dance floor. As we got into the swing of it, Mark's enthusiasm kept increasing. The press of our hips and arms locked behind each other's backs felt sensual and comfortable. As the music slowed, and we flowed into each others arms, I felt his cock nudge me pleasantly.  I moved to make it happen again, and smiled up into his eyes.

The band took a break and we relaxed with out drinks and our laughter.

"This was a great idea, Phyllis!" David commented. We all agreed.

"Yes, and don't you feel naughty?" She leaned far over the table and we put our heads together. "I mean all 'nekkid' under those clothes?"

"Yeahhhhhhh!" was our reply, grinning at the scene. And she was quite right. My nipples were jutting against the fabric of my blouse from the jiggling against the material as we danced. I could tell that I was slightly moist already as well, but that was from Mark's cock thrilling my tummy on the slow dances.

Flirting With The Locals

As the band returned, two young guys from the bar stood asking us to dance, very politely. Good-looking young guys their jeans bulging handsomely, made both Phyllis and I feel good, being in our thirties and invited to dance by twenty year olds. The one standing by Phyllis asked David if it was all right with him, assuming him to be her date. He laughed loudly and gave his approval.

"You see how generous I am?" he laughed.

Mark gave his permission for me to dance without missing a beat.

Jeremy held my hand as he led me to the floor and we fell into step easily. He led firmly and I soon caught onto his steps. 

"Where you from?" he asked. 

"Down-state. We have a cabin down the road. It's great up here!" I shouted into his ear to be heard above the music.

"Good! We're glad to have you!" he said with a wide grin.

He twirled me and his hand trailed lightly across my breasts as he passed behind me and then dropped his hand to my hip as we continued side by side. He performed the same move again and I smiled as I nestled back under his arm and felt his fingers a little more fully in contact. My nipples tensed with pleasure and I noticed his hand linger at the side of my breast. Phyllis's partner was apparently practicing the same caresses and I smiled as she winked at me and twirled in his arms once more.

The music slowed and I found myself pressed close against Jeremy. He was a super dancer, and I was quietly pleased to feel an indication that he was excited by our dancing. His cock bumped my tummy and slipped across the roundness covered only by my thin dress. His hand slipped lower on my back until I could tell he had searched for my panty line and found none. He slipped lower and I reached to move his hand above my cheeks. He settled for letting his fingertips rest where my panty top should have been and I was content with that. He quietly caressed the upper curve of my bottom and I nestled a little closer, letting our legs slip between in the dancers' caress.

Phyllis was right, it was truly erotic. Dancing with a stranger in a western bar with nothing on under your dress was a thrill and my pussy moistened in response.

Just as his hand slipped up my back to search for my bra, I noticed that Mark and David had found other dance partners too and looked to be enjoying themselves. I snuggled closer to mine as his hand brushed the soft side of my unsupported breast.

"You're a good dancer, Jeremy!" I said, as I stopped further exploration of my breast gently but firmly. 

He smiled and let his hand slip back down my back and onto my lower back. He pressed firmly, urging me to press against his hard cock.

"You are mighty fine, yourself, Beth," he grinned, just as the music ended. "That was nice!"

"Thank you!" I said and he gave me a lingering smile as I took my seat and he headed back to the bar.

"Ohmigod, that kid is a stud!" Phyllis breathed.  "I thought he was going to, .. .. well never mind what I thought!" she laughed, looking at Mark.

"Do you want me to defend your honor?" Mark asked, his face obscuring a smile.

"No, that's OK. I'll just say that I think he figured out that I am NEKKID!" she guffawed as she took a long drink. "And what did you find out about that young floozy I saw you with?"

"She's wearing a bra," he said, smiling at her.

"Jeremy was a good dancer!" I admitted.

"Oh, so it's Jeremy is it?" Phyllis hooted. "And how good a dancer is he?"

"Sounds like he went to the same school as yours!" I laughed.

"You mean he copped a feel?" David wanted to know.

'Well, you could say that. He was nice though. Nothing out of line," I said, laughing.

"To paraphrase the president, 'depends on what you mean by 'nice'" Phyllis chimed in.

"Very nice!" I said, letting the questions build.

Invitation 

"So, just how close did Jeremy get?" David persisted as we began a slow dance together.

I poked him in the ribs and laughed. "Now cut that out!"

"Well?" he smirked. "Did he manage this?" His hand slipped down to my bottom and squeezed.

"No!"

"How about here?" His hand moved up a little bit, his fingers playing along the top of my cheek.

"Well, yes, about like that."

"And did he put his hand here? His hand slipped up to the side of my breast.

"Mmmmmm-hmmmmmm, yes." I nodded.

"And here?" his hand covered my breast and squeezed.

"No!" I said emphatically.

"And did you feel this?" he moved his thigh between my legs and pressed against my mound, sending a thrill up through my breasts.

"Mmmmmmm, yessssssssssss!"

We stood on the spot pressing together, moving gently with the music.

"And did it feel BIG?" he breathed into my ear.

"Yes ... BIG ..." I giggled, nibbling his ear.

"Ohmigod, honey, he almost humped you right here on the dance floor!" I knew he was excited by the thought of it and I pressed against him.

"No, not really," I soothed, snuggling my pussy along his leg.

"Wow, .. .. did you do that?"

"No, just to you," I laughed.

We returned to the table holding hands to find Mark and Phyllis nuzzling each other's necks.

"Don't give the new Senator a hickey, Phyllis," David chided, "he'll have to explain it to the newspapers." 

Jeremy and Jeff showed up to invite another dance and our husbands gave us up with patient looks, knowing we were enjoying the attention.

"Jeremy, I'm really enjoying dancing with you. You have shown me some new steps."

"Thank you, I'm enjoying it too!" he replied with a wide smile.

Again his hands brushed my nipples as he twirled me. Again he explored as much of my bottom as I would allow. Again he urged me against his hard cock, held tight inside those slim jeans. Again, I let myself relax and enjoy the dance and his careful caresses.

We talked and laughed together in spite of the loud music. In the slow dances, his movements were smooth and more than slightly erotic as he encouraged our bodies to slip and slide together. My nakedness under the dress made it seem even more erotic as his thigh pressed between mine, hiking my skirt up slightly and thrilling my firm mound as I let it probe against the firm muscular thigh between my legs. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, but kept smiling, and so he continued the gentle exploration of my private soft parts.

He leaned close and I heard his invitation. "Would you like to go out in the parking lot for a little fresh air?" 

I thought about all the implications of that remark. I knew that as sweet as he was, the thought of getting me out into his car was a thrilling one to him. The thought that he might get his hand under my dress, or even more, spread my legs and .. ... I decided not to think further about that.

I smiled instead, thanked him and said that we were about to leave.

When I got back to the table, I explained to the others that we probably had had all the pub-crawling scene we should enjoy. 

"If we have too much fun here, it might always get into the paper. Or someone may remember us and then his memory could get tangled with his imagination and first thing we know the Senator is in the headlines."

Phyllis sighed and grumbled, then agreed. "But, I'm not leaving unless we pretend that it didn't end and we continue it back at the cabin! Agreed?"

We looked at each other, unsure of what she meant exactly, but agreeing with the idea at any rate.

Phyllis stopped at the bandstand and bought two CD's the band was selling, taking thirty dollars from David's offered billfold.

We said smiling farewells to our new boyfriends at the bar and held their hands just a moment or two too long as David and Mark waited patiently by the front door.

Continuing The Party

"Well, I don't know about you Phyllis, but I was invited to the parking lot!"

"Yes, me too,." she giggled. "And that's what I expect back at the cabin!"

As soon as we were in the door, Phyllis had the CD's opened and blaring from the stereo. David and Mark fixed drinks and it was as if we had not left the tavern. Except there were no prying eyes.

"You boys had better be good. Jeremy and Jeff set a high standard-- in more ways than one!" Phyllis said haughtily. 

"Yes, you've got to move it up a little." I said, speaking of the quality of their dancing.

"Uh, move what up a little, honey?" Phyllis said in her best barroom voice and laughed loudly.

We moved the furniture out of the way and started our own mini-line dance. The slower numbers found Mark and I together and Phyllis nuzzling into my husband's neck.

"I had to invite him myself, Beth!" she said as she led him literally to the parking lot. Mark and I looked at each other a little puzzled.

"I guess she wasn't kidding!" Mark laughed. "We got out of that bar just in time. She might have gone, too."

I giggled. "Well, it could be tempting, you know."

We stood nuzzling and cuddling against each other, hardly moving, just letting each other feel the other's body. Mark's cock was pleasantly firm against the soft valley to one side of my mound. With nothing under the dress, it felt almost as if its heat was directly against my bare skin. Mark's hand flipped down to my bottom and I put my hand on his ass too, pressing him closer. My pussy was moist enough now that there was no question. I could even feel the moisture between my thighs when I took a step.

We stopped dancing, and he put his hands on my breasts, moving the flimsy dress material over my nipples and the roundness of them. His hands lifted them and cupped them as our lips met and parted for each other. His cock jutted out and brushed my mound. I dropped my hand and guided the tip to nuzzle the beginning of my slit. It was warmly sensual, standing there in the dark.

"Mmmmmm," I heard him moan against my lips. Our tongues met and explored. Moist sensitive tongues probed each other. Hands fondled and explored, cupped and squeezed, caressed and tickled. 

Mark's hands slipped lower and I felt him raising my dress. And then I felt the air cool and fresh on my pussy. We moved closer and I guided the tip of his dick until it touched the bare pussy slit and tucked under. Tucked under and then slipped along the wet valley I opened for him to slide down by parting my legs.

We stood like that for moments, thrilling at the touch. The music ended. Still we stood there silently tasting each other. Mark's hands returned to fondling my breasts. My dress dropped around my legs, but held up just in the front by his ramrod hard cock still being moistened between my legs as I held it tightly in place against my clitoris. My skirt was like the curtains of a stage, offering the sight of a lover's dick kissing his true lover's slit.

I dropped the curtain as there was a knock at the door and then a breeze wafted through as Phyllis and my husband stumbled into the room.

"I loved it!" Phyllis exulted. "Just like the old days! A breath of fresh air in the moonlight! In the parking lot," she laughed. "And what have you two been doing? And where's the music?" 

"Just ended. Mark is just as good a dancer as Jeremy after all." I said. 

"You're too kind. No wonder he likes you! Two left feet. Haven't you, darling?" She bustled off to put another CD in the machine.

David kissed me on the cheek and hugged me as Mark made drinks for all of us.

We danced with out husbands in the dark. The moonlight streaked across the surface of the river and through the large windows to provide a soft cool light to the scene. The glow of the little lights on the stereo winked at us in the gloom of the corner, and we slow danced some more, exploring each other, fondling each other.

It was late when we finally turned in. We shared kisses all around in the hallway.

"This has been just wonderful fun! What are we going to do for the second night to beat it?" asked Phyllis, giggling and clinging sexily to Mark.

"I'm sure you'll think of something," he replied quietly.



Couples in bed

The door had no more closed behind us than David had me in his arms, pulling up my skirt. His hands were gentle at first, brushing from one side of my crease to the other, making the cheeks of my ass tingle. He moved slowly from that to grasping, squeezing fondles, lifting me up against his body and thrusting the hard bulge of his cock against me.

His tongue was deep in my mouth and he lifted my feet off the floor and carried me to the bed, then put me down on the floor and unzipped my dress. He was so eager it was a turn-on, and I joined his eagerness by yanking his zipper down and ripping off his belt. As his pants fell down around his ankles, I stopped long enough for him to strip my dress off over my head and then grasp my breasts in his hands and bring them to his lips. He kissed and nibbled, licked and pulled them as I smiled at his boyish eagerness.

"Come and get me you big-cock monster!" I whispered hoarsely.

"I'm going to have you, you gorgeous big-titted slut! You let that young stud dry-hump you on the dance floor, didn't you?" he demanded playfully.

"Yes. His cock was against it, too."

"Ohhhh my god!" he gasped, throwing me backward on the bed and lunging onto my body. He was between my legs and I grasped his shirt to yank it off over his head. He scrambled to recapture my breasts as the shirt tore away from his arms.

I relaxed and let him graze my boobs with his lips and tongue while his cock probed between my legs.

"God, these are great!" he muttered almost smothered between them. I pressed them tight around his rooting cheeks and humped against his invading dick.

"Christ, I've had a hard on all night long, ever since we left the house. Do you know that?"

"I noticed." I giggled. There was nothing I could do except lie back and let him have his way. David was so hot that he was just a whirl of motion sweeping over my body. He had me tingling from his fingers and his hands as well as his cock which had already tasted the moist slit between my legs and was now probing to find my vagina.

He was a little drunk, and so I finally helped a little, guiding the big head of his dick into me.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, god. That feels so good!" he breathed against my neck as he slipped deep inside me, filling me and making me want more.

His tongue slipped into my mouth and his thumbs massaged under my arms, something he seemed to think was sexy, though I was noncommittal about it.

"Oh, honey. It's so big tonight! So big! Filling me up!" I whispered.

I could feel it swell a little with my words and David began stroking in and out of me with long hard strokes. My head was against the log wall and his thrusts were banging my head against the wall, but not hard enough to want it to stop.

David thrust himself up on straight arms as he pressed his toes against the mattress for leverage to slam into me. Again and again the big cock slid into my moist tunnel, pushing the soft wet folds of my vagina apart and filling me with pleasure.  A long, lingering tingle spread from the base of my mound all the way up my tummy and split to urge my nipples into jutting sensitive points.




Love of Politics Ch. 07



At this moment, I was amazed to see the door swing silently open. No one appeared but it just swung tiredly open and exposed us fucking our hearts out, complete with loud moans and slurping wet sounds from his dick sliding in and out of my wet vagina.

"That's it darling. That's it, fuck me. Yes, yes, more; harder. there." I coached as David took me with a wild fierceness.  "Fuck me like Jeremy wanted to do!" His hands clutched me and his dick pummeled my pussy. 

"Yes, baby! He wanted me in the parking lot!" I hissed.  Unh, unh, unh,.. that's it, fuck me, honey."

"He wanted to fuck your little wife in the back of his truck!" I cried mischievously.

I felt him tense between my legs, his legs taut, his toes scratching into the sheet, his big cock lunging. I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him deeper, my legs flailing out to the side to open wider to him. 

His breath was ragged, in my ear, "Oh, god, Beth, it's so hot. Your cunt! Unh, unh, hot, unh! Oh yesssss!" His body spasmed and his cock was into me at maximum thrust, and I felt his cum, hot and heavy, inside me.

"Yes! Yes! Cum for me, baby, cum for momma! Cum in me! Fill me!" I urged, feeling spurt after spurt, until at last he slumped sweatily on top of my body. We were breathing hard as his dick slowly relaxed inside me. I squeezed it with my remaining strength. I felt abandoned as it slipped softly from my vagina, leaving a trail of warm sperm slowly seeping away.

With a great sigh, he spread his arms and stretched out beside me in the darkness pulling my head onto his arm. I cupped his wilted cock and soothed our wet juices over his balls.

From the other room, we heard Phyllis and Mark through the open door: "Ohhh. Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Yes! Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me! Yessss yes. Ohhhhhh, honey. Ohhhh honey. Ohhh, you fucked me sooooo nice!"

We lay stifling our giggles in each others love streaked arms.

"Hmmmm, wonder what they heard?" I whispered.

His dick jumped at my suggestion, but he was soon snoring against my neck. I slipped out from under the deadweight of his sleeping body and curled up for a very relaxed sleep.

Second Night Insomnia party

I was the first one up and started the coffee perking. The sun was well up, but it was still early when Phyllis came padding down the hall, her blonde hair rumpled like an unmade bed.

"Oh, good, you made coffee," she murmured in a whisky baritone.

"That was a fun night!" I smiled.

"It was, wasn't it!" She perked up immediately. "I'm glad you thought so too. Those two young guys were cute, weren't they? And the ones we brought home didn't do too badly for old guys, did they?"

"I don't think we could have done better for the whole evening," I laughed.

"I'm glad you had the good sense to get us out of there. Jeff was starting to get to my dark side with those ideas about a little fresh air in the parking lot! Oh, my god! Still, it was a compliment, eh?"

"Yesssss, ..... " I grinned. "Time for a shower, I think."

"Get your things. It's a terrific shower for two. Unless you are too modest?"

"No. OK. Fine. Lead on. You're like the pied piper, you know?"

I picked up some clothes and we made our way down the hall. Three showerheads pointed toward the middle of a large tiled room adjacent to a hot tub and sauna.

She dropped her robe and I found myself ogling her slim body. Nice sized breasts, big enough to seem quite striking for her slim frame. Smaller than mine, but big for such a slim girl. She was a knockout, her nipples were a contrasty bronze color and they jutted out a little more as I stared at them. She had a tidy little bush of blond hair in a triangle covering her mound. I could just barely see her slit beneath the pretty curls.

She looked at me with a little grin, waiting for me to undress.

I took a deep breath and then let my robe slide down my arms and onto the nearby log bench. I had a strong desire to take that high school girl pose of arms crossed over my boobs and one hand trying to cover up my untidy thatch of dark brown hair. I managed to brazen it out under her gaze.

"You're gorgeous, Beth." she smiled, reaching in to test the shower temperature.

Our voices echoed off the tile walls as we soaped and lathered and soaked up the hot steamy water. It was glorious.

"Here, I'll do your back!" she called into the echoing walls.

I presented my back and was rewarded with a two-handed scrubbing with a rough sponge and a soft sponge. It was glorious. I felt her pause as she got down to my waist and then I felt as if she said to herself, "oh, what the hell." and the sponges continued down over my buns, which you may recall are my most erogenous zones. She took one swipe between my legs with a hot soapy sponge and decided better and slipped up and down my legs instead.

She turned and I returned the favor, loving the feel of her back under my hands. I was even glad that she had set the stage by that lovely massage of my bottom, so that I could do the same with hers. It was nice and firm and a lovely shape.

I know the reader wants me to turn this into a big lesbian scene, but it just wasn't. Just a very nice interlude between friends. It was lovely.

When we dried off, we found that someone had slipped in and left two tee shirts for us. Emblazoned over a busty cartoon character they said: "I Was Naughty at George's Hangout!"

"I think David must want us to wear these." Phyllis giggled. "He's such a cute guy! I just adore him."

She pulled a pair of light blue panties up those long smooth legs and then dropped the tee shirt over her jutting nipples and asked me if she was covered.

"Almost. And cute!" I said. Only a hint of blue panties over a deliciously round bottom showed. She really did look cute.

I slipped on my red panties and started for my bra, but she shook her head and smiled. "Let's give the boys a treat! They've been so good to us. Right?" she laughed and it echoed around the walls of the spa.

I slipped the shirt over my boobs and turned for her to let me know if too much of me showed.

"Too cute!" she said, smacking me lightly on the butt, and led the way down the hall to our waiting husbands who had sausage and bacon on the griddle and ready to crack eggs to order.

We sat in the kitchen

Team T-shirts 

"Ohmigod, look at you." Mark said. I love the outfits.

Phyllis strutted across the room, flouncing the hem of the large Tee Shirt over pretty round cheeks in the blue panties. Mark hugged her and spanked her playfully on the bottom.

"Hey, I'm the one that paid top money to outfit you two, where's my hug?" 

She turned and wrapped her arms around David and I smiled as the shirt pulled up to show more of her bottom.

Mark slipped his arms around me and we exchanged a good morning kiss as he ushered me to a chair and started serving breakfast.

The fact that we had not put on bras under the shirts soon became obvious. David couldn't keep his eyes off Phyllis as she bounced and jiggled in time with her exuberant talk.

The breakfast was long and exhilarating. Nothing like friends sitting laughing around a breakfast table and topping off eggs and bacon by dunking doughnuts into hot coffee.

It was a rainy Saturday though. The cold drizzling rain looked like it would settle in for the day. The guys lighted the fireplace and we curled up on the twin leather couches that faced each other in front of the fire. I stretched the shirt as much as I could but my panties still showed when I curled up against David. But it was becoming easier and easier to enjoy the freedom among friends.



Shopping

"This cart has a mind of its own," Phyllis complained with a laugh as the sticking wheel made it veer into a display of orange juice on sale.

We were scampering around the unfamiliar aisles of the small supermarket, looking for interesting things that would be easy to fix dinner on Saturday night.

"Beth, I want to ask you something. You'll tell me the truth if you are bothered by it, won't you?" She dropped a box of pancake flour into the basket. "Pick out a bottle of syrup, will you?"

I reached for the syrup and replied to the first question. "Yes, I think so!"

"Sorry if that sounded all mysterious." she laughed. "The fact is that I, we, I mean really enjoy spending time with you and David. It is so nice feeling so confident that we don't have to play roles or anything. You know?"

I nodded, looking at her expectantly. "Want to take an apple pie along? I asked.

"That was good sexy fun last night, for example. Mark and especially me, really, really like being outgoing about it. I don't want to offend you.. .. "

I assured her that David and I like little sexual fantasies too. I even described a couple of them to make her feel comfortable.  "We aren't the swinging types you read about it. No nerve for that, but I guess we all wish .. ... well, you know." I looked off slightly embarrassed by what I was saying.

"Well, I was just going to ask if we go in the hot tub later, If you would be offended if I suggested .. .. no clothes? It's the way most people do it when they are home, and I like being nude anyway. That's the way we would go in if we were alone, .. ...  Anyway, I would not suggest it at all if I thought you would be embarrassed or feel forced to agree to it."

I gulped slightly, but recovered. "No, I .. .. I think that would be fine. After all, we are all adults and, what the hell, let's have a little fun!" There, I had got my true feelings out. "Is there someplace I can go to lose five pounds this afternoon?"

"Good. That's out of the way. You have an adorable figure, so no problem there. So, if it happens and it feels right at the time, I won't hesitate to suggest it, all right? Maybe we'll play another sexy game again too."

"OK, do we need bread?"

"Yes, let's have that one."

"Do you think I should ask the boys if they'll be offended?" 

We laughed loudly at that. "Not!" I replied.

And so, our friendship headed into unfamiliar ground. I felt my nipples stiffen with the conversation. I was wondering just how I would feel being nude with another couple in the hot tub. It would be a new experience. What was it going to be like nude with both of my lovers in the same room?  And with Mark's sensuous wife as well? 

We flirted with the carry out boy after he asked if we had won the Ralph's Hangout shirts last night. "No, we paid for them, you mean we could have won them?" He just laughed. 

"Wait till we tell David that!"

Phyllis swung into the car and muttered. "I would have thought we should have WON the 'naughty' prize, don't you? Christ, what do you have to do to get one free?"

Mark and David were both asleep by the fireplace when we came in.

"Aha, been making plans of how you'll entertain us the rest of the day?" I called out.

"Right. Right." David said sleepily. "I suggested poker. Thought you weren't interested."

"Get the cards!" Phyllis said. "But we'll play for who cooks and does dishes. Mark, find the chips there in the cupboard, I think."

We began playing seriously and loudly. The idea was that whoever ended up with the fewest chips was the cook, second lowest washed up afterwards.



Panties For Security 

The play was loud and aggressive. We laughed and told our best anecdotes of things past and present. A very pleasant afternoon as the rain persisted, streaking the large windows looking out over the winding river.

"I have the winning hand but I don't have enough chips. Lend me some, will you David? I know my mean bastard of a husband won't do it!"

"No way!" they both said. Phyllis wheedled.

"No way, you'd have to give me your panties as security anyway."

I could see the color rise in her cheeks as she thought that over. She looked at her cards again. A mischievous look came over her face as she blushed flame red.

"Would you have to take them off, or would I take them off myself."

"Aha! Bargaining." Mark guffawed with a good natured smile.

David looked at Phyllis covering his surprise with a joke - his natural response to being caught off guard.

"Which? .. .. I wonder, which you will accept ... hmmmmm. I think I would have to do it myself if you need a whole stack."

Slowly, Phyllis unwound the leg she had been sitting on. "Is he allowed to do that, Beth."

"He's old enough to be out by himself now, Phyllis. I can't control him."

We watched to see if she was really going to do it. She looked once around the table. "Well, I certainly don't deserve to do dishes tonight." She stood up and stood before David.

" Two stacks!"

David grinned and pushed two stacks toward her. I could see how he was enjoying this. I couldn't blame him, of course.

"Lucky you wore a skirt!" I said. Mark watched me out of the corner of his eyes, a wondering smile crossing his face.

David made a bit of a scene of preparing himself rubbing his hands like someone preparing to sit down at a piano. He looked up at Phyllis and placed his hands at the hem of her skirt. She was flushed, but smiling, tightly.

Slowly, David slipped his hands under her skirt and we watched as he progressed higher and higher. His hands were half-way up her thighs and he paused and took a deep, sighing breath. 

"Are you all ready for this?"

"Why are you asking them? What about me, shylock? No tickling. I'm terribly ticklish, David, dear."

He continued until his hands were visible lumps over her hips under the skirt. Slowly, taking pleasure in it, he slowly drew the blue panties over her hips and down her legs. Phyllis put her hand on his head as she stepped brazenly out of her panties.

"Don't forget, I'll be buying those back after this hand!" she said.

David turned nonchalantly back to the table and placed the panties under his several stacks of chips.

"Right! Pot's right. Who wants cards." he said, bringing a laugh from all of us.

Phyllis did win the hand and was back in the chips. She didn't mention buying the panties back yet though. We continued the game with even more laughter as the sexiness of the panties on the table seemed to heighten the tension and made everything just a little funnier. There was speculation on how and who would lose their underwear next and prices were discussed.

"I don't want to be insulting, David, but you would have to pay me to take your undies off!" Mark said firmly.

"David, you really must stop fondling those panties, just make your bets and get on with it, You'll drive yourself into a state! " I chided.

"Phyl, when you do buy these back, will I get to put them back on?" David wanted to know.

"Mark, we bought some oranges. Don't you want to make your specialty? A nice drink sounds good right now. He makes something like an 'Old Fashioned with fresh squeezed orange juice. Sound OK to everyone?"

The drinks hit the spot and we began loosening up still more as one drink led to another. We were a happy group by the end of the afternoon.

The losers were Mark and me, so in the end we went off to fix dinner and clean up afterwards while the golf partners sat on the porch and called for more drinks. 

"Did she put her panties back on?" he asked, smiling at me.

"I think so, I said, craning to see if they were gone from the table.



Exchange Fantasies

With the dishwasher filled and the kitchen straightened up, Mark and I stoked the fireplace into a roaring blaze and David and Phyllis came in from the porch.

"Come sit with me, David," Phyllis took his hand and the two of them sat on one of the couches. She looped his arm over her shoulder and then held onto his hand as she curled her legs up under her and leaning against him. "You two over there!" she directed. 

Mark shrugged and smiled at me. I sat close to him and mirrored Phyllis' position, pulling his arm around me and snuggling up against him. "Like so, Madame party director? You have the nicest ideas by the way," I said.

"You like?" she said, smiling broadly. "I think it is cozy here by the fire. "Turn down the light, though, David, It's too bright," I said.

"This is wonderful, guys! I love you all for being here." Phyllis said, raising her glass.

We toasted, clinking the large wine glasses, each couch-couple sharing a chaste little kiss and sipped for a quiet moment. The wind outside, the crackling fire and the beams of the log cabin creaking provided intimate background. We stared into the fire for just a minute or so, each with his own thoughts.

"What I propose is, .. .. .." Phyllis began, "that we .. .. share .."

We laughed nervously when she stopped and looked back into the fire, apparently gathering her courage.

"Wondering how I'm going to finish that, eh?" she laughed. "Actually, I thought it would be fun and continue the sensual feeling of the evening if we .. .. ... .."

"Come on, Phyllis, out with it, .. .. the suspense is killing us." I said. "You've done perfectly so far this weekend, so we trust you!"

"Well, how about sharing fantasies? Sexual fantasies, I mean, but others if you like .. .."

David - past lovers fantasy

Everyone chuckled self consciously for a moment, then David spoke.  "Might be a problem. I have never once got Beth to tell me hers."

"He's right, I can never tell him one. But, I can tell you his!? I laughed. They all laughed and it seemed to break the log-jam.

"OK, let's hear it?"

I looked at David for permission. "I can't unless its OK .. .." He nodded, shaking his head and looking slightly bashful.

"Well, David goes back to the same one frequently. I guess its his favorite."

"Ah, then he has lots of them?" she laughed.

"I better tell this myself!" David said.

"I admit it. I find it very sexy to have Beth tell me about her high school boyfriend when we are doing it. It makes me very excited! And makes our sex even better. So, I don't see any harm."

"I don't either, but there is really not that much to tell. So, I feel I'm dull and letting him down." We laughed and Mark hugged me affectionately. His body felt comfortable against me. 

"So, who is this big boyfriend and what do you tell about him?"

"When I was a freshman, I had a crush on the big football hero two years ahead of me. He had a flashy car and David has the idea that our dates in the fancy car must have steamed the windows. I have to make up things to whisper in his ear, because I didn't really have sex with him. Though it is true we necked like teenagers!"

David grinned sheepishly and I smiled at him and then added: "He did have a big one though!" That brought a big laugh.

"You see?" David shrieked.

"What about you Phyllis, you brought it up." In spite of myself, the coziness of sitting next to Mark, the fire, the wine, and thinking of sex fantasies had me moist again.

Phyllis - I want to watch

"I .. .. now don't laugh, but I have this nagging desire to 'watch and be watched' .. .. you know, watched in the act!" Her face was flushed and she cringed closer to David, tugging his arm around her.

"Yes, but I don't think she would ever be up to actually doing it, do you?" Mark asked me.

I thought about it, but said nothing for a minute. "I'm not sure. You do come up with some wild thoughts about sex sometimes."

"You mean, you would? I'm shocked!" David laughed.

"Well, .. .. you'd have to tell me more," I giggled, "not on a stage or anything like that!"

"Wow, you have depths I haven't even dreamed for!" David guffawed.

"We were doing it in the park once when we were younger, .. .. and someone came by, .. .. he was nice looking, and he started to dart away, .. .. but I just looked him in the eye and he stayed where he was, .. .. and just watched us."

"Really? Were you, .. .. well, were you completely naked?" I asked.

She nodded.

"And you think he could see, .. ..?"

"Yes, he was on a path above us and I looked at him while Mark was kissing my breasts. He was on a bicycle and he put his hand down there and rubbed it. I was startled and Mark started to get up, but I told him to .. .. told him to .. .. continue. I smiled at him, and he took it out and stroked it while we did it. Just like you read in the dirty books, you know?"




Love of Politics Ch. 07



"And .. . .?"

"That's all, it was exciting though. And I can't help thinking, .. .."

"Yes, thinking what, .. exactly?" Mark asked.

"Well, .. .. what it would be like doing it with someone else there, .. I'm not sure. I mean, it might be .. .. with someone you liked, .. you know." Her face was beet red. Now, don't take this wrong, but, .. .. just look how nice this is, just this that we are doing. Enjoying being close with each other.  At least I have found this weekend to be .. .. well, ... just wonderful, .. .. and .. yes, sexually exciting!" she said it triumphantly, as if glad to get it out. "Anyway, that's mine!"

The guys whooped and hollered a bit, saying she would never be able to do it.

"Phyllis, I can agree what you are saying. I can imagine that it might be thrilling. Our door swung open in the middle of the night while we were, .. .. you know, and, .. .. that thought occurred to me. I mean I thought 'should I make him get up and close it? My god, they'll hear!' I thought about you being in the hall and looking in. .. .. not that I thought you were, but, you know! AND, .. .. .. .. it did excite me!" I said. 

"You didn't tell me that!" David protested.

"You could not have been any more excited! Phyllis had looked so sexy all night you were a wild man anyway!" I laughed. "You were already banging my head against the wall!"

Mark's Fantasy

"I think Mark's fantasy is Beth!" Phyllis said.

"Phyllis!" Mark said sharply, "Come on!"

"It's OK. How could she not be? You've known each other for, what, fifteen years? She's gorgeous! She's smart! You have worked together and both love politicians! It would be really strange if you didn't have a fantasy or two about her. Right? Look, I have fantasies about David, and he's only been my golf partner for a couple years."

"Hey, let's hear more about that!" David said, pulling her closer and leering.

Well, I admit it. You're my bud! you know I can't resist those tight little butt muscles when you are putting," she laughed.

"Anyway, it just stands to reason. So, come on Mark, let's hear about it."

I laughed. "Oh, Phyllis, you can't be serious!" I said.

"Come on, Mark, come on. You have to tell us one. At least one." she wheedled, grinning evilly across at us.

"Actually, I can think of one. Only one, though. Election night of the first election we won!"

Phyllis leaned forward expectantly. 

"Beth wore a short dress with a low neckline. She had been working hard all day and at one point she flopped down in a low chair and I briefly saw a flash of very bright flowered panties."

We all started laughing uncontrollably.

"And later at the party, we were all so delighted and having fun, that everything was a blur. Except that she leaned over the table with a big smile for a congratulatory kiss and I noticed that her bra was the same flowery pattern. And her breasts were BEAUTIFUL!"

"And, where is the fantasy?" Phyllis wanted to know.

"When I got home, you were in your favorite position. We were having celebration sex."

"You rat! You were boinking me and thinking of Beth!" Phyllis laughed sardonically.

"Just for a moment. I thought about the two sightings. You were wonderful. I thought about Beth's breasts while I was squeezing yours and thought of her panties stretched across that cute little ass. It was glorious!" Mark laughed and squeezed me tightly.

I shuddered with a twinge of pleasure and I knew I was blushing terribly.

'Should I apologize, Phyllis?" I asked.

"No you're fine, sweetie, but wait 'til I get that heel alone." she laughed.

Beth - Two lovers at once in the white house

"But we are down to your confession now. Everyone else has owned up, now what is your fantasy, Beth," Phyllis insisted.

"Oh, I hate this. I don't think I have any, not really."

They all groaned and insisted.

"Maybe a threesome in the Lincoln Bedroom or the Oval Office?" I finally said.

"More about the threesome?" David said quickly, bringing a laugh from the other three.

'Mmmmm, I'd like to hear more about that, too." Phyllis chimed in.  "More, more!"

"Oh, I'm being silly. But, I guess I have imagined what it might be like. You know when someone, ... .. like my husband, for instance, .. ... mentions it. I have thought briefly about what that would be like. And, .. .. .. I don't know. It might be interesting. Anyway if I have to pick one, I guess that would be one I'd like to consider . ... under the right, .. .. uh, .. circumstances, .. uh, .. uh, or persons."

"Men or women."

"Haven't decided. Considering both possibilities." I said, blushing to the roots of my being.

"Yes, I have thought of that one too, Beth. I adore you for saying it."

"And you've never mentioned it?" David said, in a disappointed tone.

Hot Tub

"I turned on the Sauna. Who's for a sauna and hot tub before bed?" Mark asked.

"Sounds good to me," David replied and we agreed.

"We normally don't wear anything, .. .. are you OK with that, or, we can wear suits?"

"I'm OK with it, and I don't think David will object!" I said. David just smiled. 

"I can go along with that." he said.

The men were into the sauna and we could hear their laughter as we entered the hot tub room with white towels wrapped around and tucked in like a sarong. 

"Can we come in?" Phyllis called out, swinging the heavy wooden door open.

I took a deep breath and stepped in after her. There were two benches and the guys were on the top level. They moved over to make room and David offered his hand and pulled me up. 

Phyllis traded seats with me and put me next to Mark while she sat next to David. The room was not large and our thighs were pressed snuggly together. Phyllis put one hand on my thigh and one on David's, and so I did the same, one hand on Mark's thigh and one on hers. I squeezed her thigh with affection. Mark's hairy thigh felt wonderfully sexy and masculine under my hand, and I smoothed it back and forth a little.

The steam rolled up and felt good after the rainy day. We were all enjoying this stolen bit of intimacy. I was sure that none of us had the nerve to go much farther than this.  So, I leaned back gratefully and enjoyed the intimacy and the warmth of the steam. I could soon feel drops of perspiration rolling down between my breasts and running down to be lost in the little forest of hair between my legs.

Phyllis offered to give me a back rub and I moved to the bottom bench and she began the most luxurious back rub I had ever felt. She pulled the towel off me and laid it across my buns. The guys grumbled, making me smile into my arm. She sat on my tush as she rubbed up and down my spine until I nearly fell asleep under her. She brought me back to the real world with a slap on my bottom.

"My turn!" she said.

We changed position after I fastened the towel around me and then sat astride her tight little bottom. I massaged while she moaned in pleasure under me. David reached for me and tugged at my towel. I let him pull it off without too much protest and sat astride my friend's bottom with my boobs swaying for all to see. My first time nude in front of more that one person. It was strangely exhilarating.

We had soon had all the steam we could stand and I led the way out of the sauna and submerged down the steps at the end of the tiled hot tub. Phyllis and I sat together on one side of the tub across from the guys. The bubbles obscured our bodies until the timers shut off the blower and then their penises began to show their excitement.  Both of them were quickly showing hard, jutting cocks and trying to be nonchalant about it. Phyllis put her foot between Mark's legs and I watched as she nudged his balls gently.

I did the same to David, and smiled across at him as he put his foot between my legs and pressed against my pussy. My nipples jutted out under the water, clearly visible now.  I looked at Phyllis and smiled at the taut cones of her nipples.

"You have such pretty breasts, Phyllis." I said.

"Yeah." David said in a tight voice, then laughed nervously.

"Thanks, but look how pretty you are!" she returned the compliment.

"Yeah!" Mark said and everyone laughed at the mirror image comments from the guys.

Mark's cock looked inviting jutting straight above her toes, and I stared at it as secretly as I could.

"I've never seen one uncircumcised!" she said, staring at the purple tip of David's cock peeking from his foreskin. I manipulated my toes and exposed more and her eyes widened. "Oh, .. .. that's so, .. .. sexy, so nice. Can I see .. "

Uncomfortable with the attention, David groaned and then reached down and stroked his foreskin down over the bulbous head.

Phyllis leaned back against the wall and moaned. "Oh, my!" she murmured, "that is so sexy. Wow!"

A kiss for my golf partner

The lights were all off in the house as we emerged warm and sensual from the warm room of the hot tub and sauna. We were all in towel robes. The only light after turning off the lights in the tub room was from the stove light in the kitchen far down the hallway. We stood in the hallway saying goodnight.

"It's been a great day!" Mark said. "'Goodnight everyone."

"I have to have a good night kiss from my golf partner," Phyllis said quietly and pulled David toward her..

We watched as they pressed their bodies together and enjoyed a long kiss, and then Mark pulled me into his arms. I could feel his cock hard against my thigh and slipped my leg between his so that it nestled against my pussy mound. His tongue slipped into my mouth and then withdrew. My tongue followed the tip of his and slipped into his mouth where he sucked on it longingly. We stood for a long minute like that, the moisture building between my legs and every nerve ending seaming to tingle.

As we parted, Phyllis turned to me and we too, kissed, though not as deeply. Good night, Beth. Sleep tight, .. .. or not!" she giggled, then pressed her lips to mine and stuck the tip of her tongue out. I responded with the same and giggled at our daring. The guys stepped into the rooms on opposite sides of the hall and I started to close the door. Something stopped me, though, and I glanced across the hall to see Phyllis looking at me too. In the dim light I saw her stop and push the door back all the way open and walk away. I left ours open too, and pulled the covers back.

I slipped into David's arms, nude and tingling against his hairy body and reached immediately for his cock. His hands were on my breasts and his tongue slipped into my mouth with a very hard, eager kiss.

"Gosh, that was .. ... mmmmmmm, sexy!" he whispered. "You looked so beautiful I wanted to eat you in the hot tub!" 

"Mmmmmm, me too!"

"I loved showing her your cock, too. Did that bother you?"

"At first. But, no, it was good! I loved it too. You devil."

We giggled too loudly and I'm sure it was the first of our love noises that Phyllis and Mark heard.

I pulled him over on top and opened my legs for him.

David's dick found me, and slipped easily into my very moist vagina.

I could hear Phyllis begin a series of moaning, sighing, lusting love notes from the other room.

David stopped with his cock buried deep inside me and his mound pressed against mine.

"Let's pretend?" he said.

"What?" I whispered, not understanding exactly what he meant.

Pretend that I'm Mark and I'll pretend you are Phyllis."

It was quiet. I said nothing. Not sure that was a good idea.

"OK? It'll be fun." he said in my ear.

I nodded slowly. "OK, If you like," still not sure.

"Mmmmm," he murmured.

"I'd like my golf partner to eat me!" I tried to say it the way Phyllis would.

He giggled against my neck and slid down my body kissing as he went. "Oh, Phyl, I love these titties!" he said, nibbling both nipples and then moving lower.

I put my knees up and watched as he buried his face between my legs. I felt his nose rest in the hair of my mound and then the broad roughness of his tongue slid into my slick moist slit. I moaned as he sucked my clitoris into his mouth.  Slowly, he moved his head back and forth, holding me between his suckling lips as tingling waves of pleasure flooded over me. 

From the other room I heard Phyllis moan loudly. "Oh, darling, .. .. yes! Ohhhhh god yes!" she said urgently. I could almost see her pulling her lover's head into her wet pussy just as I pulled David into mine.

My moaning was also loud as I felt his tongue slip into my vagina and circle around the taut entrance. I almost wished for Phyllis to get up the nerve to come in and have her fantasy completed by watching us or joining us. I had never felt more sensual in my life.

"Turn me over, Mark." I asked, continuing the fantasy.

David let my clitoris slip from his lips and planted one more wet kiss. And then, holding my legs wide apart, turned his head slowly from side to side and licked his way down my slit. He paused at my vagina and then continued until his tongue was on my anus. He moistened me, kissed me, inserted his tongue and left it there for a long minute.

I gasped my pleasure.

" .. .. darling!"

His hands slipped along my sides and grasped my breasts while he played with my anus with his tongue. It was sensual and a heavenly pleasure.

Then a little more urgently, he pulled away and  rolled me onto my stomach. I pushed my bottom up for him.

David began again with his tongue on my anus.

"Ohhhh. .. .. oh .. Mark, .. ..oh!" I moaned his name again and again. as he continued touching and tasting me, his hands between my legs supporting my pendulous breasts and squeezing my nipples.

His tongue traced my wetness once again and I felt him lift my ass a little higher as I spread my knees a little more, wanting to feel him inside me so urgently that my entire body shuddered.

"Oh, god, Phyl, .. .. your tits, your darling titties!" he groaned. His hands squeezed them urgently as I waited in my sacrificial position for him to enter me doggy style. My pussy was simply dripping wet with anticipation of his big cock. A shiver ran through my body as my husband pretended to be fucking Phyllis.

"Hurry, darling!"

Reluctantly he left my breasts with one last pinch on each nipple, making me shiver.

"Oh!"

And then he was behind me, ready to enter my presented pussy. I crouched a little lower and reach between my legs. His cock was waiting for me, lean and hard. I fondled his balls gently, enjoying the weight of them, their heavy urgency warm in my hands.


"Ohmigod, honey!.. " I heard him whisper hoarsely.

We heard a slap from the other bedroom. Another. Another. I imagined Phyllis's bottom with the red imprint of her lover's hand stinging with happy sexual pleasure as she waited for him to fuck her. Then her gasp. Perhaps he had entered her! My heart was racing with excitement.

David smacked my rump, answering their love play with our own. Every nerve between my legs answered with a zinging sensation that raced to my clitoris and up my tummy. Again he stung my ass with his hand. Again, this time slapping flat across the soft tissue of my pussy as I pouted it our between my thighs for him. He slapped my pussy lips again, not too hard, just enough to add to my sexual eagerness for his cock. I knew that I was wantonly pushing it back for him, asking for it. He gave me another slap this time a little harder.

I screamed with passionate tension, into the night.

"Yessssssss!"

I grasped his cock and yanked him to my entrance, waited for him to lance inside me. His cock head pressed my wet hole, paused, then plunged deep.

"Ohhhhhhh!"

"Ohmigod, it's so hot!" he whispered. "You're cunt is like an inferno, darling! It's searing my cock."

Suddenly, he was fucking in and out of my like an Olympic athlete. His dangling balls slapped low on my ass. His firm mound slammed into my buttocks, making loud slapping sounds into the night. I could hear the bed creaking loudly and then the bed frame banging against the wall as he shoved it into me.

"More! Harder! More!" I heard my self saying in time with David's thrusting cock He rode me into orgasm after orgasm sent rippling up my body to my tender breasts. His hands clasped my hips and dragged me back onto his thrusting, bursting cock! Again and again he slammed into me. And then the flood. The flood of his cum began rushing from his cock into my body. 

"Yes, darling, fill me! Fill me. That's it, do it, baby! Do it. Fuck me!" His cum filled me. His cock swirled it inside me and then I felt it dribble hotly down my thigh as his cock slowly relaxed and he pushed me forward onto my pillow and lay exhausted on top of me, spasming against the soft roundness of my bottom under his dick.

I lifted myself so his hands could slip under and fondle my breasts. David fell asleep almost immediately and I nudged him off me.

Quietly, I slipped out of bed and put on my robe. I tiptoed down the hallway to one of the bathroom to wash away the stickiness.  The warm washcloth felt wonderfully soothing on the puffy, red lips of my pussy. I dried off and stood looking into the mirror and rubbed my nipples a moment, rubbing away the tenderness with very gently strokes.

When I came out, Phyllis was in the hallway too. 

"It's me!" she whispered, giggling.

"Oh." I reached out for her in the dark and we joined hands.

"I think we excited them!" she whispered.

"Mmmmm!" I agreed.

"I loved hearing you."

"Me too, Phyllis. It was exciting."

She came close and whispered in my ear. "Also, .. .. .. I .. .. I imagined .. .. David .. .. ... fucking you!" She kissed me on the cheek and we hugged for a moment.

We were giggling silently against each other.

"What position?"

"Doggy!" she said immediately.

I nodded my head against hers.

"His buns were tight!" A quick loud laugh got away from me and I could feel her shaking with silent laughter.

We walked back to our rooms, then parted by squeezing each others hands.

"'Night!" she said.

I sat on the bed listening to David snore and shaking my head in wonder about the conversation I had just had. The whole weekend had been quite a new experience. I was enjoying it, enjoying every free, wild, relaxing moment.

I lay back in bed and closed my eyes, my hand tracing over the thatch of hair on my mound. Try as I might, I could not hold back the image of Phyllis with Mark between her legs thrusting into her pretty blond pussy. I spread my legs and let my mind go back to Mark lying between my legs, his cock glistening with my pussy. I fell asleep with that happy thought and a contented smile..

Talking it over

The sun finally came out on Sunday morning, and the family room was flooded with cheerful sunbeams. Mark had a cup of coffee on the front porch and was looking off down river into the sun.

I poured a cup of coffee and joined him.

"Good morning!" I said quietly, my voice slightly husky with sleep.

"How about this morning? Good morning, Beth. You look lovely, as usual.

"Flirt!" I said. But thank you. I offered a good morning kiss and he smiled into my eyes first, then slowly brought his lips to mine. It was a soft little kiss, but I felt a tingle between my legs.

The chairs were still damp and so we leaned against the railing and enjoyed our coffee, silently enjoying nature.

"Are you OK?" 

I thought a moment or two. "Yes. I'm fine. It has been a lovely  weekend, Mark. Are you OK with .. .. all this?"

I saw him gulp and then nod his head slowly. Then He turned and looked into my eyes with a slow smile. "Yes."

The door slid open and Phyllis stuck out her tousled blond head and cast a sleepy eye at us. "What are you doing up in the middle of the night! And what is that red thing up in the sky?"

She padded across the post and stood on tip toes to kiss her husband and then pressed her cheek against mine and made a kissing sound in my ear. "Good morning, dear!" she said. I hugged her to me and said a cheerful good morning in her ear.




Love of Politics Ch. 08



Chapter 08 - 2000 Campaigning Against Bush and Gore

The campaign to return Mark to the State Senate for a second four-year term had reached its end. The polls were about to close. There was no one else to convince, no thrill of selling one more voter on Mark's talent and ability. There was no more racing around for appointments, no setting up new events to showcase his good looks and good ideas. 

There was only waiting for the results and then, we hoped, the party to celebrate winning. 

I felt the exhilaration draining from my body. The campaign is like foreplay that continues steadily getting better for weeks on end. Now here I was longing to be pushed over the edge into a mythical orgasm that would not come.

The end of a political campaign is much like those nights when your husband leaves you hanging, then falls to snoring after spending himself between your legs. After a wonderful emotional buildup, the desolation that you know won't be erased by a good night's sleep. The snorer cannot be restored to your needs until some hoped for later campaign rekindles your hopefulness once again.

This is what I hate about being a political junkie, the unrequited campaign activity, the realization that even winning is just not enough. I think men feel the same way just after they spurt their warm sperm into the welcoming folds of a lover's pussy. They are glad they did it, but somehow it leaves them feeling shortchanged and sleepy just seconds after the last spurt has halfheartedly done its best to reward the recipient.

Against the wall

"Well, the polls are closed, we've done all we can do, Beth ... ..I just hope we overcame the headwind that Gore caused! Christ! This guy is so arrogant and puffed up that he may actually believe that he invented the internet. Jeeze, but he's a pompous ass."

"Yeah, I think you're right. But we've done all we can do. We're going to win anyway?" I reassured him. 

Mark nodded, "Maybe. I'll just say a few thank-yous and we can go to dinner."

I looked at my watch, time for a leisurely dinner and then back to campaign headquarters by 8PM. The returns would start coming in by then. Mark moved through the crowd, hand on the backs of workers, a few words and a smile of encouragement and then accepting the weary smile of agreement. 

"Great job! Thanks! Thank you, so much." They all looked tired but expectant, beginning to build toward a time later tonight when the whole group would be on yet another victory high or silently slumping off to their cars, then home to wait for "next time."

"OK, we're off, then!" he said, returning to my side.

We walked toward the door and waved to workers preparing the hopeful celebration banners or later, and Mark stopped in his tracks.

"Wait. I forgot. What did we do with my briefcase? Did I bring it in?"

"Maybe upstairs in the meeting room?" I said. 

I couldn't recall seeing him with it since morning when he sent me out to get it from his car. He normally carried nothing with him on a day like this, because it was so easy to misplace things like that. The candidate looks more in control unencumbered.

We went up a flight of stairs and found the second floor meeting room deserted and silent. At the end of the hall was a second large room where a committee had held an early morning meeting. There were lights on at the far end of the hall and Mark walked there and began flailing at a backdrop which served as a focal point for a speakers' table.

"I remember putting it out of sight, back here someplace." My high heels clicked over the small uncarpeted area meant for a dance floor.

We pulled back the drapes and peered along the wall until we found it. I picked it up and handed it to him. Our hands touched and Mark took the bag and then grasped my hand with his free hand. 

"I have once again forgotten to thank the most important one!" His big smile swept over his face and filled me with pleasure. "Thank you, Beth. You did a magnificent job! I can't even begin to express it."

"Oh, hush! I know. You don't have to thank me."

"Yes, I do. I always want it to be special. Then I wait for a moment when we are alone, but we are never alone, it seems. So, thank you!" 

We stood looking into each other's eyes, both smiling happily. Our shared hardship and rewarding accomplishment were a tangible bond, firm, comfortable and reassuring between us. It was understood only by the two of us. He put the case down and put his hands on my waist. 

"Look, we're alone," he said, and then his eyes softened, and he pulled me close and kissed me.

"You're welcome." I laughed. 

Mark kissed me again, this time a little longer, and our tongues found each other and played in moist, thrilling harmony. When we broke apart again, I nodded to his unspoken question and pulled him behind the heavy navy blue drapes. The drapes swung heavily closed and we were standing in a backstage area, a painted block wall a few feet away and odds and ends of stage hardware scattered here and there. 

The soft semi-darkness surrounded us in silence.

Our lips clung, wet and longing. I made a mental note to wipe my lipstick off his lips before we appeared again, and allowed my body to relax from the tension of the day. I could feel the welcome warmth of his body where we touched, the curve of my thighs, my breasts, now pressed against his chest, his arms tight around me. My stomach seemed extra sensitive as I imagined the details of his dick pressing against me. The thought of the big deep red head and the way the veins stood out when it was fully excited, flooded my mind.

Mark pressed his thigh between my legs and I rubbed against it shamelessly. I felt the slick sense of nylon under my skirt and knew that he was drinking in the sensuous texture of cloth sliding across taut silky nylon too.

"Ohhhh," he sighed. His thigh pressed harder against my mound and I stood on tiptoes, lifting one leg off the floor in pleasure. I enjoyed once again that feminine feeling of pantyhose snuggly embracing my body and Mark's masculine search for sensual pleasure from my body. His cock nudged me and I pressed for more of it as his hands cupped my breasts. Our hips made little tentative fucking thrusts while he played with my breasts, lifting them and urging the nipples into his palms. My bra was very thin and his hands moved over them sensually slipping the dress material smoothly against them. My nipples were like diamonds jutting through the see-through bra. I reached up and unbuttoned my dress so mark could have them. His hands leaped inside and seized my waiting tits. 

"God, that feels good, Mark!" I gasped tensely. "Ohhhhh, so good!" His hands seemed unable to get enough of them, and he squeezed and lifted, then found my nipples and pinched gently. I thrust my hips tight against him and cuddled his warm, firm cock against me.

His hand slipped under my skirt and pleasure trailed from the fingers roaming my bottom, fondling the tightly encased roundness and the silky panties. He fondled the nylon covered buns, pressing me tightly against that firm cock, that warm, familiar friend. My sleek nylon thighs fondled and explored his thigh pulling my dress up.

We stood pressing sensual, sliding, touching, slow-fucking motions against each other, letting ourselves enjoy our bodies and our exploring hands.

"It's been so long." I gasped.

I felt him nod against my cheek, then kiss my ear and whisper, "I want you darling."

"Mmmmmm," I murmured breathily into his ear.

We nuzzled and kissed and Frenched some more. I could hear our breath in the enclosed space. That was the only sound. The sound of our gasping, slightly hoarse breath sent sexual messages. My mound was pressing tiny thrusting kisses against his balls, dangling below his big cock. I new we were both tingling in the same way that my nipples were.

Mark pressed me against the wall, hoisting my skirt out of the way. I clung to him as his cock probed. I took it out of his pants and lined it up vertically against my pantyhose, then felt his precum with the palm of my hand.

"Ohhhh, god, Mark. It feels so big, honey."

Mark slipped his hand between my legs and I opened so his hand could cup my pussy.

"You're wet," he whispered. I nodded as his tongue played in my ear.

"Let me take my pantyhose off."

We parted and I felt him start to pull them down over my hips. I rested my hands on his wrists and sucked his tongue back into my mouth as his hands struggled down my hips. When the pantyhose were down to my crotch, he nudged his cock between my legs and I felt the joy I always felt when the head of his dick slipped between my legs. Searing white-hot heat bathed me with pleasure as it nuzzled against the pool of wet cream under my panties. 

We stood together, kissing and fondling. I pressed his cock tight against my slit, and he fondled my breasts hard, squeezing puckered nipples into the see-through light bra cups. His cock slipped along my wet slit and then slowly repeated its happy journey.

"Ohhhh!" I said against his lips. "Ohhhhhh!' My body was suffused with pleasure as his cock caressed my pussy, his hands caressed my breasts and his tongue probed deep inside my mouth. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the multiple pleasures.

"I have to have it Mark!" I gasped.

His hands held my breasts tightly cupped as we parted enough for me to strip those restraining pantyhose from my legs. I pushed the tangled nylon into his pocket and stepped back into my heels so his cock would be closer to the same level as my waiting pussy.

I straightened up and guided it back between my legs. The blunt head teased the curly patch of hair, bumped against the soft flesh, then tucked between my pussy lips and became wet with my juices. We resumed our kiss, and the thrill of his cock against bare pussy shivered through my body.

"Ohhh, Beth, .. .. .. so .. good!"

"Yes, .. .. yes."

I stood on tiptoes trying to help him put it in. We urgently struggled to get it in, him jabbing strongly, me canting my hips to open to him. I pressed the head of it hard into the entry with trembling fingers, but the angle prevented us from coupling. My juices were creamy over his cock and my fingers urging him inside.

"Ohhh!" I cried out, "I want it!"

The head of his cock suddenly popped in, but again the angle kept him from what we wanted so badly. We were trembling with frustration in this awkward standing position. Both struggling with a need so great that it got in the way.

Finally, Mark reached under my bottom and lifted me; I wrapped my legs around his waist and finally settled down around the impaling monster. 

"Oh god!" I sighed as the high heat of the big lovely prick speared into me and caressed the soft wet folds of my pussy open.

"Ohhhh, Beth!" he said, a shudder of pleasure filling his voice. It felt complete as he explored my vagina. I felt full and warm. I could feel the excitement I had built in him and feel how wet my excitement was making the long velvet shaft. My pussy lips tasted all along his length and I closed my eyes and focused all my senses on his glazed cock between the soft folds of my pussy.

Our lips were moistly opening and closing around each other's tongues. First he would slip inside mine and then withdraw as my tongue followed into his mouth; then he would push my tongue out of his mouth and follow into mine. All the time his cock was stirring rigidly inside my vagina as I moved in the eternal motions of a woman's passion.

We stared wide-eyed at each other, savoring the sensation between our coupled bodies. I leaned against the wall and pried against his cock. Mark's hands were holding my bottom and my vagina had swallowed his cock completely. The snug muscle of my entry clung tight around the base of his cock.

"Mmmmmmm, " I could feel him shudder his pleasure inside me.

"I've been doing kegel exercises for you! Can you feel, .. ..?" I whispered. I watched his eyes. Again they widened. A smile leapt to his lips as he closed his eyes in pleasure.

"What? What is .. How .. Ohhhhh, migod, Beth. Ohhhhhh, .. .."

I tightened around his dick. Tightened and relaxed, tightened and relaxed with firm slow thrusts.

"Feels .. .. feels like .. .. you're sucking ...."

I kept squeezing his big dick. 

"You feel so BIG!" I gasped, feeling the head swirling in a tight circle as I tightened my PC muscles to grasp the base of his shaft. 

Mark thrust hard into me, jamming me against the wall. 

I wrapped my arms around his head pulling him tight against me and began urgently mirroring his excitement. Thrusting in and out of me as he struggled to keep it in, he slammed me against the wall. It felt exciting. Like being taken savagely. The angle of his cock made the danger of it slipping out imminent and we both struggled to keep it inside me. We fucked wildly on.

Suddenly it slipped out and I felt naked and abandoned. We both reached to get him back in. My vagina felt wide open. It was a strange animalistic feeling, like I was groping for his cock and cool air against the wetness was the only sensation I had. But then he jammed it home once again and I settled onto him with another cry of wanton lust.

"Ohhhhhh, ysssssss, darling! Yessssssssss. My god. Give me your big cock, honey." I jabbered with excited pleasure.

We continued our happy fucking with a little more care and I found I could tighten and loosen my PC muscle as he was sliding in and out.

"My god, .. .. what are you .. ... ohhhh, .. doing? Wonderful!" 

I thrilled at his pleasure. My wild stallion of a candidate pinioned my body against the hard wall behind me. It was delicious torture. My skirt rucked up around my hips and my legs clasped at his back gave the scene a sense of animal instincts. I clasped my arms around his head and hugged his face into my breasts as he humped me hard against the block wall. His body tensed under me, his neck was like the neck of a racehorse, his arms like steel bands holding me to his body. His huge cock strained inside my body as he tried to reach deeper and pleasure me even more. 

My pussy clutched the base of his shaft and my hips pumped up and down in a tight sliding motion against the base of his cock. I bit down on his ear as I felt his body coil to hurl his hot sperm deep into my body. His cum spurted deep into me as he banged my bottom against the wall again and again. I tightened around his shaft, holding tight to keep the flood of Mark's sperm from slipping away. Tighter still I clung to the sweet invading member, struggling to keep it as long as possible inside my cunt. My orgasm came in tiny little ways, not the big one I wanted, but still, just lovely.

Time hung still a few moments as I savored his warmth and snuggled close against him. Kiss after kiss I rained on his neck and felt him crane against me in pleasure. I sucked the flesh of his neck into my mouth and nibbled. We humped more slowly, our brutal fucking ebbing into a warm slow, wet love caress. I opened my eyes at last and leaned my head against the wall as he lowered me to the floor and slipped his relaxing cock from the warm trap between my legs

Mark leaned against my softened body, pressing me against the wall that had been our bed. My dress was still around my waist as we kissed and hugged in happy celebration

He lowered me to the floor and I slipped my hand between us, hoping in vain to keep some of our cum off the front of his trousers.

"Do you have a handkerchief?" I asked, still grasping his wet cock. I knelt on the floor and pulled the wilting dick into my mouth, sucking mingled pussy juice and sperm. He reached down with the handkerchief. I wiped tentatively at his trousers before slipping it under his cock as I released him slowly from my mouth. I dried him off as best I could, slipped it back inside his pants. I zipped carefully and pressing the remaining bulge with my cheek.

Buttoning my dress over my breasts, I let him continue kissing me. I folded the handkerchief to find a dry side and rubbed lipstick smudges from his lips and cheeks..

"You're going to smell my scent all the rest of the night, you know." I giggled, pressing the damp cloth against his nose.

"Good. I love it!" he said.

I looked quickly both ways along the hall to find it still deserted. We took the elevator straight to the parking garage and turned in opposite directions toward our cars.

"Oh, wait!" I called and my heels clicked noisily against the concrete walls. As I reached his side, I slipped a hand into his pocket and balled my pantyhose into my hand and slipped them into my purse.

I heard him laughing softly as I hurried away.

Dinner with Phyl and David

I pulled into the parking lot at Eddie's and found Mark waiting for me beside his car. The stars were bright overhead and the scents of Fall were in the air.

David and Phyllis were at the bar waiting for us, talking animatedly.

"Hey, here they are! Flushed with victory!" David called out.

"Let's hope so!" I said. 

Mark had been stopped by a well-wisher just inside the door. He stood smiling, looking a little tired, but still the candidate, suit still looking pressed and tie perfectly tied. My eyes searched his pants, hoping there was no sign of our lovemaking.

I excused myself and walked down the narrow back hallway to the ladies' room. The pink tile gave everything a rosy glow and I glanced in the mirror before slipping into the first stall.

My panties were very wet with his cum in and my own ample juices. I balled them up and slipped them into my purse. The pantyhose had not been damaged and I struggled into them, smoothing first one leg and then the other. 

I refreshed my lipstick in the mirror. Raising my skirt, I examined the pantyhose, straightening them to center the panel over the lips of my pussy.

Finally, I was ready to face the world again. 

A Lonely Road

We were all crammed into a little circular booth that kept our knees in a constant game of kneesies. 

"God, but I love playing kneesies with two handsome men," Phyllis said with a sly look around the table. I got the best seat, Beth!" Both men snuggled their knees a little closer for good measure. 

"Hey, I'm left out on the end here!" I complained. 

David slipped his hand onto my knees, soothing me. He moved his hand higher, pushing my skirt indecently high and giving Mark a view of my thighs. We all laughed at the little game, taking our minds off the campaign results for a moment. David continued until his little finger snuggled against the moist, musty crotch of my pantyhose.

Our mood was expectant -- a little like New Year's Eve and the Fourth of July all rolled up in one. We had trouble finishing dinner because it seemed everyone in town wanted to wish Mark luck. 

"You go ahead, Mark, it leaves more wine for me!" David said, continuing a steady line of comments to entertain me and Phyllis while Mark was up and down out of his end seat shaking hands. 

"Shall we get back to the hall?" I finally urged, eager to be back in the excitement that remained.

There was a surprising silence when we entered Democratic Campaign Headquarters in the hotel ball room. A band at the far end was still setting up, but all around the room a dull quiet had settled over the workers as they stared glumly at large TV screens. 

"What's happening?" I asked, staring at the screen of one of several large TV Screens.

"The Exit Polls, the Exit Polls!" Someone answered. "Looks bad, lots of states looking republican."

"Hooooray!" David shouted with a guffaw just below the surface.

"Holy cow! Look at those numbers!" Mark said, beginning to catch the glumness from the people over the early indications

The local returns were beginning to come in and a cold knot started to form in my stomach. It was looking like Mark might be dragged down by Gore's weakness after all. I suddenly felt sick. I wandered glumly trying to boost the enthusiasm of the campaign workers. 




Love of Politics Ch. 08



"It isn't over!" I said over and over.

And it turned out that it wasn't over. The returns droned on. The networks predicted a Bush win by 9 PM. Michigan wasn't in question, of course, it would be secure once the Detroit precincts were all in. Western Michigan was less sure of course, but I was beginning to get my confidence back up on Mark's campaign. Then at about 9:30, the networks began retracting their predictions and putting Florida back in Gore's side. The exuberance of the hall returned and the band was playing "Happy Days are Here Again." That tune always got me going. I felt sexual stirrings in my nipples as the celebration picked up confidence around us.

By 11PM, it was clear that Mark had won a narrow victory and he gave me a congratulatory hug, lifting my feet off the ground and turning in circles.

"Thanks for the good job, Beth!" he said, planting a kiss on my cheek. I felt another thrill slide through my body as he put me back on the floor. David gave me a hug and so did Phyllis and we stood with arms around each other in the middle the celebration, feeling good. Very good.

It was clear the presidential election was going to be contested and would certainly not be over tonight. Both Presidential candidates had retired for the night, leaving the country on pins and needles over the outcome. It would spin on for weeks before the courts beat down all the protests and determined that Bush had beaten us.

"I think I've had enough!" I said in David's ear. He was feeling exhilarated by the Republicans apparent win, but agreed to go home.

My stomach had been in a pressure cooker for hours. The excitement of the campaign, the returns turning in our favor, plus the lovely but incomplete sex with Mark had left me with a dull need in the pit of my stomach. 

. His hand rustled my skirt up my nyloned leg but I resisted by not parting my legs. His hand rubbed gently against the moist panel of my pantyhose. I smiled across at him and opened my thighs just a tiny bit, not wanting to encourage him.

"Wow, I'm really all in," I said with a sigh.

"You're moist, dear." he said quietly, "We should have these things more often!"

"Elections?"

He just laughed. "Yes, .. .. they always make you so hot .... and so desirable." His fingers probed eagerly at the taut panel stretched across the folds of my pussy and I stiffened slightly against the invading hand. The thought of my husband having me just after I had fucked Mark bothered me.

"Don't think I could stand many more, do you?"

He circled my clitoris as he turned off the freeway toward home. I took his hand in mine and pulled it up into my lap, holding it snugly between my two hands. I idly soothed the back of his hand with my fingernails.

"No panties! You sexy devil!" he muttered, his hand diving back between my legs. A pang of guilt slipped across the screen of my mind, knowing that my panties were in my purse between us and sticky with someone else's cum.

"You like that, don't you?"

"I like. I like!" he muttered throatily.

"I'm glad we don't have far to go tonight. Me for a long sleep!" I said hoping he would take the hint.

The radio switched to coverage of the election controversy and David continued finger fucking against the soft panel of my hose as we listened. I gripped his arm and restrained him very gently. I tried to make conversation about the election returns. His responses were quiet and unresponsive. And then he became completely silent. My comments went unanswered.

He pushed more forcefully between my legs.

I parted them and put my hand more lightly on his arm. I felt his finger scratch and claw at the panel between my legs. The nylon resisted toughly and he pressed and tugged harder trying to tear slick nylon. 

"I can't believe how exhausted I am, David. I guess it has just been creeping up on me!" I yawned noisily.

He said nothing and we drove silently through the night. I could feel the tension, though. The image of being pressed against the concrete wall with my legs tightly hugging Mark was fresh and pungent in my mind. It had been one of those lustful moments out of the blue. We had both needed a release from the tension of the campaign, and suddenly we were there, fucking wildly with muffled moans of pleasure. Hidden only by the drapes we had celebrated by thrusting our bodies together, sweating together thrilling together.

"Let's .. .." the car slowed and David turned down a county road a few miles from home. "OK? " he asked as the headlights swept down the dark and deserted gravel road. The moon shone across a field with rolls of hay or whatever that stuff is the farmers gather in the fall.

"Oh, David, .. ......" I bit my lip silently. "Shouldn't we, ... shouldn't we just get home? I'm awfully tired, .. ... .... ..

He stopped. He silently looked out at the moonlit scene.

"I mean, I'd love to .... Another night? .. .. I said. Are we safe here? Do you think?" I tried not to sound too negative. Still, my heart sank at the thought of him undressing me. I knew he would want to, .. ... well, .. I knew he would want to kiss and touch between my legs. I couldn't possible be fresh down there. Would Mark's sperm still be evident. I counted the hours and thought about what little I had managed to clean myself in the restaurant's bathroom. I cringed at the thought of the odor of another man between my legs with David wanting me.

He switched off the lights, leaving only the parking lights and the instrument panel lighting us. 

"Oh, just a few minutes, darling." he said tensely.

I put my hand lightly on his cock. It was firm lying down his pants leg and I held it very lightly as he pulled me closer. His hand slipped into the top of my dress and fondled my breast through the light bra. 

"My god, I love these tits, darling." he said as our tongues entwined. "I want you."

"Ohhh, .. ... wish I felt .. .... More like it, sweetheart." I whined half-heartedly.

His kisses began behind my ear and teased along my neck. I continued to hint at wanting to go home, turning my head slightly without seeming to turn away, just turning a little bit sinuously like a cat playing hard to get. He squeezed my nipple.

"Ouch!" I said, without much emphasis. I felt it tingle and knew he was beginning to arouse me in spite of my misgivings.

David slipped a finger into me and began massaging me in the nicest place imaginable. I felt him exploring the prominent bulge behind my clitoris, inside my vagina. I could feel how wet I was under his tickling fingers. I sucked his tongue and then he drew my tongue inside his mouth. I unbuttoned my dress for him he began fondling my breasts while he kissed me.

"it's nice just doing this, darling," .. I said without much conviction. "You are so good with my breasts." I sighed and breathed gently into his ear. "Mmmmm, that's it darling, just play with them, ...... ohhhh, so nice." I moaned and nuzzled closer, still hoping for a reprieve.

"You know, I thought that Gore was actually going to sink us, didn't you? All that crap about the internet, .. ... my god! .. ... .... Ohhhh darling, not too hard."

He stopped and leaned back with a sigh. I knew my out of context question was awful. David was sulking. 

"I'm sorry! I said. I guess I have trouble .. ... getting unwound from the campaigning. Sorry, I really am!"

I decided I couldn't really deny him without him getting upset, so I took a different tack. David pushed my seat all the way back. He struggled to get into my seat and hoisted me on top of him. I pushed him back in the seat and unzipped his pants. He was wearing jockey shorts and I urgently jammed my hand inside and grasped the hard shaft of his cock, struggling to get it out.

"Easy, .. easy!" he cautioned. I calmed myself, but tugged firmly to get his big cock out of the restrictive clothes. I slid to my knees between his legs. The dim light finally showed the glistening head of his dick curving slightly up toward his stomach. I kissed the head briefly and then slipped my lips around it and heard him gasp with pleasure. He squeezed my breasts, pushing them out of the cups of my bra., as I sucked him deep into my mouth and shrugged my breasts around in his hands. 

"Suck them, David!" I urged, leaving his cock wet and glistening in the cool night air. I pressed my breasts to his face but my head bumped the roof of the car. I felt him lower the seat, then eagerly pull my nipple into his mouth. I pressed them together and brushed both nipples across his lips, surrendering to his grasping, fondling hands. I leaned back and basked in the pleasure of his hands squeezing and cupping my tits and the alternate sucking of one nipple and then the other. I relaxed my arms and shrugged my shoulders so my breasts swung easily in his caresses. It was delightful. My nipples and the soft globes became slick and gleaming with his saliva. My nipples jutted our for more attention and pleasure shuddered through my body.

I squeezed his cock, sliding his foreskin easily up and down. He was moist and the skin slipped greasily back and forth under my hand. It felt naughty and full of thrills. The bulbous head was jutting up in front of me and I began thinking that a really good blowjob would satisfy both of us. Since I normally love having David sucking and licking between my legs, it would seem really strange if I continued to resist. But if I brought him to an orgasm in my mouth, ... ... perhaps, .. ...perhaps he would not need the other so much.

"Ohhhh, .. ohhh, ...yess. You are so good with my breasts, darling!" I whispered, wanting more of his fondling and suckling. 

"MMmmmm, ... mmmmmm," he moaned, contentedly nursing at my breasts.

It felt delicious and lovely having him treating my breasts so excitedly with his lips and tongue.

"Bite! .. ... but gently!" I said.

David bit first one and then nibbled the other nipple and I hunched my shoulders as the shiver of shear pleasure spread across my boobs. 

"Oh, yes, honey, ... .. yes, play with them. Bite them. Pull them."

David became a little rougher. My shudders became bigger as I pulled against the biting hold he had on my nipple. My breast snapped back from the love bite and my nipple stung with pleasure; then waited eagerly for his next bite. He was gripping my tits tightly now, the excitement of hurting me slightly making his body tense and eager. He appeared unable to find enough ways to touch me. I watched in the meager light at the rising excitement my naked body was causing. A shiver of pleasure shimmered down my spine as I relished the effect.

"Suck my titties, David, suck them!" I snapped, my voice snapped with the tension of pleasure.

"Come!" he said, his voice cracking with excitement. "Come!" he opened the door and tugged my arm.

"David! Where are you going? Are you sure we should get out? Here?"

"Come! I want you on the hood of my car, my lovely slut!" he snarled in make-believe evilness.

I was a sight. My dress was unbuttoned to the waist. My bra was pushed down so my breasts were thrust straight out into midair suspension. My jutting, wet nipples were dark and hot looking. My stockings were laddered the length of both legs and scissored out through the deep slit in the skirt..

David pulled me along to the front of the car where the headlights he had turned on as a last thought beamed into the open farm lane ahead.

"David, .. .. honey, .... someone will come along and see .. .. .. ..!" I hissed. "I'm going to be the one exposed."

But the excitement of all this was making me very hot. I stopped protesting and he kissed me deep and long as he pressed my bottom against the right headlight and pulled my tits once again with eager hands.

"Ouch!" I said with a giggle. I felt his cock jutting against me and reached for it as David again planted kisses and little bites on my breasts. There was a full moon, so my white bra gleamed as if I were under one of those black light lamps and the ample globes sat firmly atop the supporting undercups.

David turned me so I was lying over the hood of the car with one headlight beaming between my legs. My skirt was up around my waist and his hands were scratching and tearing to get a hole through my pantyhose. The material resisted and I wasn't much help struggling as I was. He jerked my feet off the ground he tugged so hard on the crotch of the tough nylons. With both hand he tore a gaping hole and I felt the cold night air rush over the moist lips of my pussy. He tugged again and I could feel the hole widen so that the cheeks of my bottom were exposed. I stretched out over the hood of the car, his hand in the middle of my back holding me down.

"David! What are you doing?" I began laughing, it was so comical.

"You've been a bad girl! Leaving me alone for the past six months, " he said. I could hear the drinks in his voice. He was playacting, but I had the feeling there was a little something buried in the comment. He whipped out his belt and slapped my bottom with it.

"You're right! I deserve to be punished! Forgive me and I'll make it up to you!" I said quickly. He pushed me flat against the car and slapped me a little harder with the strap. I felt it sting the lips of my pussy pouting out from my crease.

'Ouch! David! Easy!" I could imagine how I looked to him. My white body spread-eagled over the fender and hood of the car, a crisp bra strap across my back, the dark waistband of pantyhose and the sheer nylons torn open to expose my ass. And what about the tawdry looking hole in the crotch with awful laddered nylon legs?

I felt him grasp the nylons and then the wrenching attempt to rip the hole larger. After another yank on the pantyhose, my bottom was completely bare and David slapped first one cheek and then the other. The stinging blows made me shiver with anticipation.

"Ohhhhhh, " I moaned.

He slapped me again and then hit me again with the belt across my pussy. 

"Take that, evil tramp!" he snarled. Then he began rubbing the red marks from my bottom. The sensation was lovely and I could feel my vagina weeping a little more lubrication to welcome his cock.

He spread my legs wide as I lay on the hood spread-eagled beneath the full moon. I looked over my shoulder at the erotic scene. Laddered stockings, crisp dark pussy triangle framed by the gaping hole in my nylons. And a leering husband kneeling to press his tongue into my moist pussy. 

"Oh, honey, you don't need to do that. Darling, I'm ready, put it in!" I urged.

"I'll decide what you need, my dear!" he said, raising my legs and spanking one more time across the vulnerable open pussy lips.

"David," I hissed, "we have to get back in the car!" My body was tense with apprehension "I'm freezing!"

"Not until I've had my way with you, my darling!" he said tensely. "God, you look trashy and sexy!"

I felt him long and hard against the cheeks of my ass and reached to guide him to my entry. The head of his dick was bulbous and creamy with precum. It felt eager and sexy as he pressed into the moist slit between my legs. I forced it up into my wetness and moaned as the bulbous head snapped into my vagina. 

I waited with my fingers extended to greet his lovely dangling balls between my legs as David lunged forward, burying his cock in my familiar welcoming tunnel. I tightened on him as much as my worn body would permit as his hands surrounded my tits once again. The warmth of the engine was still there under my body and his body was hot inside me as he began thrusting in and out.

"Oh, god, you are a wonderful lover, Beth! Mmmmmmm, I just love fucking you!" he grunted, the strain of his thrusts obvious in his jagged breathing.

A car roared over the hill and his headlights caught me in a flood of white. The car's engine quieted for a moment and the car slowed slightly for a good look, then honked and called some masculine sex joke, and went on.

"David!" I said urgently. "They saw us!" 

But he was in the throes of passion and continued his breathless thrusting. I could feel him fill me to the hilt and then slide back for another pleasure-finding thrust. Each thrust made me feel full, full of David, full of cock, but my muscles had no more to give! He slammed against me and his balls slapped my bottom with a pop. He was holding both breasts as if I were a giant motorcycle he was riding. Again and again he filled my juicy hot pussy. I felt a huge orgasm taking hold of me and tightened on his driving cock, unable to move, pinned in position over the fender. 

I let myself enjoy a loud scream of pleasure in the outdoor air. It was wonderful. The shuddering, clasping orgasm rocked my body.

"Ohhhhhh god! Ohhhhhh Yes! Yes! Yesssss! Ohmigod!." I was completely spent. All the tension of the campaign was expressed in that one screaming orgasm of pleasure.

I relaxed against the warmth of the headlight between my legs and the warmth of his dick deep inside. . His sperm leapt into me as he thrust a few more times. I tried my best to tighten once more on his spasming cock. My shuddering orgasm had relaxed most of my muscles, and I struggled to clamp what remaining strength I had down onto David's final spurts. He thrust once more and pulled me around to a sitting position in his arms, still astride the headlight.

"Ohhhhhh!" he moaned as he kissed my ear and squeezed me.

I began giggling against his chest. 

"Don't you think we should go?" I said. "Or haven't I made up for all my faults?"

I felt his cock relax and slip slowly from my body. 

"I think I forgive you, darling." He laughed. "I think I can do no more! In more ways than one"

He helped me down from the car and we nuzzled in the moonlight for a minute or so. And then he placed me tenderly inside and pushed the button to turn on the electric seat heaters buried in the luxurious leather seat.

I slipped my breasts back into the supporting friendship of my see-through bra. David leered across at me and pushed the dress down so he could look at my breasts in their lacy cups as he drove the rest of the way.

I felt completed, yet somewhat on edge. I thought once more about the campaign and my astonishing double sexual celebration. I had two men eagerly thrusting into me in a single evening. I cannot deny enjoying both, nor can I deny that it was my fault, but something about it nagged at me. 

I shook my head slowly as I pondered what I was becoming and then fell into exhausted sleep before we reached home at three in the morning.



Love of Politics Ch. 09



Chapter 09 - Return To The Cabin

"We need a meeting of the clan!" Phyllis said, rather mysteriously.

"Yes?" I said into the phone, looking quizzically across the room.

"Besides we haven't been to the cabin for an adult weekend for too long, anyway. I feel a longing need for that too."

"Mmmmm, well, that sounds like fun. When?"

"This weekend!" she said, laughing. "Once the mood gets me, I don't like to wait!"

"OK, I think. I'll have to talk to David, but I think it is OK with us."

"Have you heard what the children have in mind?"

" .. Well, let's see,.. ..not sure. What do you mean?"

"I overheard them talking. They are going to ask us,.. .. hold onto your hat,.. .. .. if they can be roommates when they go to State in the fall."

"Ohhh, .. .. no,.. no, I haven't heard that one. Boys don't tell their mothers much of what's going on, I guess. I bit my lip, then sighed resignedly. Well,.. maybe we really NEED a cabin weekend to get David and Mark ready for that one. What does Mark say?"

"I haven't asked him yet."

Hot Tub

Phyllis' invitation to a weekend at the cabin was something to anticipate with relish. Each had been unique. These had become sensuous, wonderfully relaxing departures from the ordinary tensions of life. A pleasure, in other words.

The heavy door banged open before us. Each of us was laden with food and drink enough for a small army as we struggled out of the SUV and along the long porch to the front door. I paused to catch the last rays of sun glinting from a rapidly descending sun as Mark pushed through the door first and switched on the lights.

We put away the supplies while David moved into the great room to make drinks for everyone. Margaritas this time, laced with the best tequila. He busily shook the mixture in a chromium shaker, effecting a professional look and then poured the ice-cold froth into four glasses fresh from the freezer. The glaze of frost and the encrusted ring of salt made an inviting look. We toasted each other, exchanging kisses on the cheek of each member of our four member secret society.

Mark lit the gas-log in the stone fireplace and the chill was soon chased away. I waited for Phyllis to time the entry of her discussion topic of the day -- how to answer when the question of John and Cathy asked to be roommates instead of living in the dormitories. It was a few weeks off, but time had a way of passing quickly.

Our conversation was happy and full of catching up on each other's life and it was easy to put the question off for awhile longer. Phyllis gave a tiny negative shake of her head when I looked questioningly at her. I decided it could wait and we continued our fun until both men looked like nodding off. Mark was first and yawned loudly before kissing Phyllis on top of her head and then walked along behind the couch to press a kiss to the hair of my head too. 

"That sounds good to me, too," David muttered, his speech slurring just a little from one too many margaritas.

Sitting up late

Phyllis was in the mood for talk and we continued long into the night. As she came back with a large bowl of hot buttered popcorn, she sat on the couch facing me and slipped her feet under my thigh. She balanced the bowl on my lap and we sat munching and talking. It was a nice cozy feeling for girl-talk.

Finally she leaned back so her head was against the far end of the sofa and I pulled my legs up so we were lying parallel. She idly fondled my toes and I did the same with hers. We continued a languid conversation. Phyllis casually raised her foot over my leg and left it on top of my thigh. Then she did a funny thing, she slipped it between my legs and extended her leg. She pressed against my mound with the sole of her foot and I jumped.

"Oh, sorry!" she said, giggling. "I'm used to doing that with Mark!"

I smiled and went on with the conversation, my hand-holding her foot in place. She struggled for a few seconds, then let me guide her foot back to the soft warmth between my legs.

"Actually, I think I like the way you feel slightly nicer," she giggled.

"Phyllis!" I laughed, and then moved my foot against her pussy as hers was between my legs. "Hmmm, I see what you mean! You feel good too."

We laughed and teased each other about liking girls, but I neither made a move to pull back. It was warm and comforting and I followed her lead as she slowly rubbed my by moving her foot in sensual little circles against the soft lips of my pussy under my pink panties.

The conversation slowed and soon we were talking only about what felt good and what we liked sexually.

"This is lovely, thank you, Beth," she said.

I nodded my head slowly and we grinned mischievously.

Her pussy was soft and cushiony under the arch of my foot. I toyed with her toes pointing up over my mound.

"I'd like to try something. Would you mind?"

"What?"

"This. Slide down toward me, OK?"

Our robes were open wide all the way to the belt and I saw that her panties were white lace with see-through panels. We moved together, our legs still scissored. 

"Closer," she whispered.

"OK." I scooched down a little more and I felt my pussy touch the warm flesh of her pussy lips pouched against the tight fabric.

"Ohhhh, Beth. That's... .. mmmmmm. My god! Are you OK with this?"

"Yes, .. .. I... I'm OK, .. .. Phyllis!" my words were challenged by a little gasp.

It was such a sensual feeling. I could sense, it seemed to me, two distinct soft lips against mine. It wasn't just a bump or a soft flat spot, but the clear feeling of two separate lips.. .. ... well, two lips kissing my lips. It made my heart almost stop it was such a shock to be doing this very naughty act.

Neither of us could speak. Phyllis pushed closer and made little fucking movements with her hips. She smiled at me. My eyes were wide open with emotion and the strange new feelings.

"Can you think of anything we can say if one of the men comes out here?" We began giggling to the point that it was hard to stop. Our pussies giggled together. I felt the firm bone of her mound bump my erect clitoris and I slipped my hand under my robe to soothe my jutting nipples.

We lay together like that. Our pussies warmly pressed in a lover's kiss of the most intimate kind. I could feel that we were both moist. The nylon of her see-through panties was really see-through now and I could feel the silkiness of our panties rubbing together in the moisture.

Phyllis held out her hand and I took it and we held ourselves tighter together.

"I think we might have to wake up the boys, don't you?" she said throatily and we giggled some more. Slowly, we parted a little. And then sat up, untangling legs and ending sitting side by side staring at the fire, our hips and thighs touching. Phyllis kissed my cheek.

"Wow, thank you." she said quietly.

"Mmmm, you too, Phil." I said.

She turned off the gas fire and we noticed it was 4 in the morning. It had been a lovely, lovely talk and a lovely experience fondling each other.

We turned out the remaining light and Phyllis took my hand as we crept down the dark hallway to our bedrooms.

The rooms were across from each other and we stopped, still holding hands. 

"One more thing?" she whispered. She took my hand and led me to the wrong bedroom. "Let's wake up with ..." she didn't finish the sentence, but led me into the dark where I heard Mark snoring lightly. She turned and squeezed my hand, then kissed me on the lips. I returned her squeeze, questioning if she was serious. We held each other tensely and she nodded her head. I nodded against her cheek.

"Good night!" she whispered.

I slipped under the covers next to Mark and listened as the bed creaked as Phyllis slipped into bed beside my husband in the dark across the hall...

Couples couple in the cabin

I lay there wondering if Phyllis would change her mind and come in to retrieve me from her husband's arms and send me off to David. I wasn't sure what to wish for. The surprise we were visiting on the guys was probably one that they would be glad to accept, but it would be awkward in the morning until we had all expressed our thoughts.

Mark rolled over in his sleep and his arm gathered me in. Phyllis was right; I was going to have to wake him. I felt the dull ache just above my mound; the ache of building excitement without reaching orgasm. I reached down along his body and found the firm warm tubular strength of his cock waiting for my exploring hands. I slipped lower and cupped his balls tenderly, then kissed his chest and rubbed my nose into the musky hair.

His hand slid down my side and fondled my bottom and I pressed closer, enjoying the feel of his hands pulling me close. His hand roamed across the split of my buns and the tickling sensation swept up my spine. His cock hardened under my caress and I moved my fingers lightly over the jutting dick. It was thrilling playing with him in the warm cozy darkness. I examined the big round head with my fingertips and my pussy felt even wetter than Phyllis had left it. My nipples were crisp and urgently needed to be suckled. My fondling his big cock aroused him quickly and his arms pulled me closer, his hips thrusting out to touch me. I put one hand on his cheek and felt the stubble of a day's growth of beard under my fingers. I felt his tongue reach for my fingers and suck them between his lips. His hand pulled my head into his neck, then suddenly stopped and explored my hair. I felt his body stiffen, then his hand slipped down and explored my breast.

"It's me, Mark. Phyllis is with David." His body relaxed, now sure of what his hands had told him. He slipped his fingers into my hair and pulled me close for a kiss again. Our tongues explored and he pressed a raging hard-on against my tummy just above the mound of my pussy.

"Beth!" he whispered. "What?"

"Yes, it's me. We... we .. have the rest of the night. We,.. .. we decided..... to trade... .. Phyllis and I. Is it all right with you?"

He nodded his head against mine and our mouths devoured each other.

"Want me?" I asked.

Again he nodded, still a little confused.

I opened my legs and pulled his cock between my legs and closed around him.

"Mmmmmmmm," I heard him moan. He pushed it further between my legs and I felt the head of it slide along my pussy lips and then against the crease between my buns as he pushed all the way through the valley between my legs.

I moaned with pleasure.

"Take off my panties, .. .."

Eagerly, his hands found the waistband and pushed them down over my hips, lifting me a little as he did it. I felt the panties slip down my legs and off my feet, then his hands felt all along my legs as they returnd to take possession of the cheeks of my bottom and pull my mound close against his.

"Take off my nightie, too, .. .." I whispered in his ear. 

I loved the feel of his hands undressing me. The gown slipped over my head and I began wrestling with the pajama bottoms he was wearing. Finally naked, our bodies came together and fondled the acres of bare sensitive skin. His hands were all over me and mine fondled his back as he pressed us close, his hairy body filling mine with shimmering tendrils of need racing between nipples and pussy.

"What happened?" he asked.

"We talked a long time." My tongue lunged into his mouth again and we gasped together. 

"Phyllis ... just led me here. and then walked into... .. in with David." Our tongues fondled more. 

"She decided, Mark." I reassured him as the thrill of his big dick warmed my pussy lips and sent more shivering, quivering, shimmering thrills up my tummy. "I think ... I think ... she is fucking David, .. .. Mark, are you OK,.. .. are you OK with that?" My tongue slipped into his ear and I nibbled on his ear lobe. "Are you, darling?"

I felt his gentle thrust between my legs and his hands on my breast. I willed my hand over his hand, languishing in the pleasure.

" .. .. yes,.. yes,.. are you OK.. with that?"

I nodded as he sucked my tongue into his mouth again and we struggled to be find ways of making more of our bare skin available to the other.

I opened my legs and rolled onto my back, inviting him,.. ..

I felt him kneel between my legs... His hands were on my thighs, lifting them. Then his lips touched my pussy.

"Ohhhhh," I moaned. He quickly found my clitoris. His wet rough tongue began to play with my pink little nubbin. I opened still wider for him and reached between my legs to press my pussy lips apart for his tongue. He was lovely. He played his tongue over it. He followed the trail of wetness down my slit with the tip of his tongue, and then darted into my vagina. I lay back and enjoyed the feel of his tongue slipping deep inside.

"Ohhhhh, darling, .." I sighed and greeted two fingers that he slipped into me, searching for my g-spot. I moved to help him find it. 

"Ohhhh, darling, .. .." I said, my breath coming in gasps as he rubbed it under the pads of his fingers. my body tightened in ecstasy as he sucked my clitoris into his mouth and nodded his head.

The exciting fingering of the folds of my body gave me an idea of how it must be to use some other mind altering drug. I was trembling with excitement and the sheer pleasure of him loving my pussy.

"Now, .. .. Mark,.... please!" I urged, my pussy was dripping wet and the eager for his dick. My pussy was swollen under his lips, ready to be probed with that lovely warm cock.

I could feel him knee-walk forward and then his wet lips touched my breasts. His lips smeared my tits with my pussy juices and he began sucking my right breast as his cock searched between my legs. I reached down to grasp it and centered it in the well-like entrance to my vagina. I moved him along my slit, savoring the soft velvet tip of his dick, and then slipped him into my vagina with a sharp intake of breath. I left my hand around his shaft as he lanced into me. I grasped him firmly around the base of his dick and held him tight against my body. Impaled on the loveliest, hardest, firmest, roundest shaft imaginable, I tightened my muscles firmly around it. I eagerly squeezed the magnificent firm shaft, enjoying the strength of it.

I reached under him and grasped his balls. His lips changed to my left breasts and I felt him suck my breast almost like a baby's pleasure-giving suckling.

"Ohhhhh, Mark,... ..ohhh my god! Yes."

He began fucking deep into me and I leapt onto his dick, meeting his thrusts with my own thrusts and twisting my hips to give him more pleasure.

"Feel good?" he asked, his breath exciting in my ear.

"Yes, darling, yes, .. feels,.... sooo good. Fuck me honey, fuck me. Shove it in. Shove it in. That's it! Do it! Fuck me, baby!" I cried in his ear, feeling him spreading the folds of my vagina, finding new places to touch, pressing my legs wide open, filling me,.. filling me,.. .. again and again, his shaft impaled me.

"Feel it Beth?"

"Yes, I feel your big ... big cock!"

I pried with my feet flat on the mattress, lifting my bottom to meet his thrust again and again. At last his thrusts became faster, ...... faster. His body tensed under my hands and I urged him on.

"Cum, honey." I said in my dirtiest, throatiest whisper. "Cum in me, Mark. Let me have your cum!" I waited for him to flood me with his sperm. I longed to feel that hot cream shoot into me and fill my pussy with its heat.

"Yes!" Yes!" I said urgently, one syllable with each spurt as he slammed into me. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, yes, Mark that's it, fill me up." My orgasmic clenches tugged at my body. My tummy tensed, the hair on my pussy felt as if it were standing on end with excitement as over and over my body shuddered in clamoring answer to his release. 

He lay on top of me and I could feel the sweat of our bodies mingle between my soft body and his angular, muscular maleness..

"That was so ... ... so good, Beth," he sighed. I twirled my fingers in the hair above the base of his dick and then reached down to cup his cock and balls.

"Me too." I sighed and snuggled up to him. I fell asleep with my hand clasped protectively over his lovely sticky cock and balls.

Shower Four

The shower was running when I awoke. I shook Mark and he shook the sleep from his eyes.

"We should all shower together!" I said quickly.

"OK. Why?"

"Better if we are all together after this!" I said, reaching for my robe and pulling my panties on.

I saw Mark's eyes run over my panties, caressing my bottom as I bent over to find my slippers in the bedclothes on the floor. I smiled and leaned to kiss him and we held each other close as our tongues played once again.

"You were, .. .. wonderful!" he said.

"Thank you." I squeezed his cock and muttered, "You too!"

We knocked once on the door and walked in to the tub room.

"Hey sleepyheads!" Phyllis called from the shower stall.

I took off my robe and panties and we walked into the shower stall. I hugged David and felt his lips on mine. 

"Morning darling." he said, a nervous smile on his face.

"Surprised?" I asked, smiling up at him.

His eyes were wide. "In a word, .. yes!"

"Is it OK?"

"Yes, ... I think, .... .... I feel good, right now, ... at least. If it's good for us, ... " he trailed off.

Phyllis and I hugged under the shower and I felt her nipples jutting against mine.

"Good morning," she said. "I told you it would be all right with them!" she said, a little nervously.

"Yes, I know! And they were lovely." We hugged again, reassuring each other that it was really all right.

David washed me with a sponge while Mark soaped his wife's body. 

The steam engulfed us as our laughing voices ricocheted off the tile of the walls.

A lazy day - a wonderful 40th birthday

The day was a perfect spring day. We took a hike through woods just beginning to overflow with blossoms. The paths were crisp under foot and a picnic lunch with a nice wine made it a perfect afternoon.

In a little clearing, there was an old structure that resembled a grape arbor from days past. There were two seats facing each other and vines grew wildly over the framework making a cozy little nook. We sat down for a rest and a chat and inhaled the scents of the forest.

"You know, if anyone was ... well, not happy with, .... with the sleeping arrangements, .. .. I am to blame,.. .." Phyllis said. "I guess I should explain, so I'll do it once and then I won't bring it up again."

"I don't think, .. .. well, at least, I don't have any criticism to offer, Phyl, .. .." I said, looking at David.

"No, .. .. me either," he said quietly.

"Good, .. .. me either," Mark joined in.

Phyllis looked at each of us carefully. 

"Good. My feeling is, .. that when you have such a close friend. I mean Mark is of course my best friend, but David is such a close friend that I would trust him with anything and we can discuss any subject together. I know Mark and Beth have the same friendship."

"When you feel that way, it is natural to want to 'give' something, something intimate to that person. I know that most people would say that it's only for your spouse, that it is a sin, and so forth. But, .... I'm not sure that is necessarily so. "

"The intimate thing I wanted to give to David was, .. .. to give him me! I wanted that feeling of opening and inviting him to take me, to have me. Only then would I be satisfied that our friendship had been completed. As long as we keep this in our separate little box, I think it is a wonderful addition to our lives. The thrill of opening my legs and having him take me, .. .. as a friend, .. .. as a lover, was sheer, perfect pleasure. The act of spreading my legs as wide as possible and having him enjoy me and me enjoy him was simply bliss. That's my story! I hope you understand and feel the same way."

"Wow!" David said. "I'm speechless."




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"I understand what you are saying, Phyllis. Last night was wonderful. Sitting up late and talking was a wonderful interlude and then for you to send me to Mark's bed,.. .." I shook my head in wonder and stared off into the forest. "Bliss. You're right, bliss!" I said quietly.

Phyllis leaned across and kissed me.

Mark kissed his wife and said, "I don't know how you do it sweetheart, but you just keep coming up with sensitive and sensible ways to make life happier and happier. Thanks, for being able to, .. .. well, for helping us all, .. .. to enjoy such a friendship, and celebrate it with the supreme intimacy."

"Good, then. I didn't mean to get all serious! But, I wanted to get it said." she said, "now are we ready for the hike back?"

We had to do some shopping for Dinner and on the way back, Phyllis said, "It would be nice to dress for the boys, wouldn't it. Did you bring a dress? 

"No, sorry." I giggled at her amazing powers of getting organized.

"Me either. Just one skirt, denim." She pondered the problem. 

"Uh, ... the only other thing I brought is a pretty nightgown."

"Great! I did too. Shall we? It will drive them crazy, I figure!"

I laughed and nodded agreement, knowing that it is just the thing that makes David wildly romantic. 

"David goes right back to his teen hormonal imbalance - he might attack you! Can you handle that?"

"I can hope, can't I?" she smiled, and I could see pleasure written all over her face.

Dinner was a celebration. Phyllis made a salad and David made a crunchy topping for it with lots of butter and crushed croutons. Mark grilled steaks and I did the vegetables. We brought a cheesecake instead of birthday cake from the supermarket along with 20 candles - that was all.

Phyllis examined the table and I lit the candles. She said, 'I think we are ready, shall we dress for dinner. The guys were on the porch grilling the steaks.

"Are we wearing bras under this?" I asked, a coquettish grin on my face.

She just shook her head slowly, grinned and went into her room.

"Jeez!" David said as he walked in and held the door for Mark to enter with the platter of steaks. "Jeez!" he said again and starred directly at my nipples and then Phyllis' jutting through lacy full-length nightgowns. My nipples are darker, but Phyllis's are a little more pointed, so he had trouble deciding who to stare at with mouth agape. Phyllis shrugged her shoulders and tossed her hair provocatively and the jutting points swayed beautifully under the pale pink nearly transparent gown.

"What he said!" Mark said with a laugh.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't bring a dress. It was the best we could do!" I said apologetically.

"Perfect! You look gorgeous, Both!" Mark said, his eyes fixed on my breasts. I pulled my shoulders back and my breasts were elevated for his approval.

We took our places across from each other's spouses.

"We are all 40 this year -- but we are not going to have any of those black balloon parties that people think are amusing," Phyllis said. "This birthday has been bothering me for weeks, I have to admit. I know it's silly, but there it is! We are lucky to have this wonderful friendship, and so, this weekend is to celebrate that and to kick off the next 40 years!"

"Hear, hear!" David agreed.

"And happy birthday - to all of us!" I said. 

"Last night was a wonderful start, I think. I hope you do too. I just wanted us to take advantage of this friendship, and do something different." Phyllis said, holding her wine for a toast.

Our glasses clinked and we sipped quietly. We joined hands around the table and Mark said a brief prayer of grace. The candles lighted the table as if this were the only light in the wilderness. All was dark outside the cone of light that surrounded the four of us with hands joined in intimate friendship.

Our conversation was happy and light while we enjoyed the food. The boys clearly liked our gowns and their eyes kept returning to our breasts as if attracted by magnets. 

"We have one serious subject that is going to come up soon," Phyllis began as we started our meal. "I accidentally overheard Cathy talking to a friend the other day."

Their daughter Cathy and our son John were both 18 now. They had been dating for the last three years and closest friends since the first time we brought the two families together. We had chaperoned their Prom last year and they were a wonderful couple. We were all proud of both of them.

Both men stared at Phyllis and at me with puzzled expressions.

"They are going to ask us if they can rent an apartment at State and be .. .. .. roommates! What do you think?"

"Oh, .. .. oh, boy!" Mark groaned.

"All those hormones whirling around in the air and the two of them alone in their own apartment?" David mumbled. "I don't think so."

"Well, you know they are a cute couple," I said, "and ... we certainly are confident ... ... and trusting of them. They're both great kids!"

"Yes, but, Beth! .. .. By the way,.. .. are they ... ..I mean, are they ....."

"Sexually active?" Phyllis filled in.

"Ugh, ... .. I hate that word ... .." David said.

"Well, I remember when you and I were that age, .. .." I offered with just a hint of a grin.

"Ummmm, .. OK, no comment!" he said, pulling a pretended shade down over his face.

"We introduced them, you know." Phyllis interjected. "And we do love them being so close." she laughed throatily at our predicament. 

"Well we don't have to decide this minute," Mark said, relief in his voice.

"They are awfully moony-eyed with each other. They seem to be very committed to each other. I'm not certain I'm in favor of it, but it is true." 

"They might be one of those high school couples that last! We may be related. Won't that be great?" I said.

Phyllis looked soulfully into David's eyes and, taking his hand in hers, said, "Don't worry David; I don't think it is incest if you're just related by marriage." 

We laughed, and gave up on the subject, knowing that when the question came up, we were almost sure to trust the kids and let them room together.

"God, I hope we can come up with some rules that allow me to sleep." Mark said quietly. We spent a moment or two in quiet contemplation of parental duties.

Phyllis brought in the cheesecake for dessert and David crushed some berries and some liquor together to make a nice sauce. Phyllis fed David a bite with a fork and I offered Mark some on my fork.

"Look how you have us trained to feed you dessert just like the Romans did." I said, bringing happy smiles to their faces. 

Phyllis untied her bow and unbuttoned her gown, making her look like she was ready to be taken to bed. "It is so terribly hot around these candles, I declare!" she said, faking her best southern belle dialect.

There was music and we pulled back the braided rug and made a dance floor.

We exchanged partners and I soon noticed that David's hands were already on Phyllis's bottom as they moved to the music without moving across the floor. 

"Oh, David, .. .." I heard her sigh.

Mark's cock was snugly pressed against my tummy and I leaned closer, feeling its warmth. I knew that he would soon take me to bed and undress me slowly and carefully. I was sure that with all night available, that he would kiss his way down my body and touch me in new and wonderful ways until my pussy was dripping wet and my nipples were solid and bristling for more. His cock was going to part my lips and fill me, really fill me. I could hardly wait.

Phyllis' plan was that we should talk dirty to our husbands until their excitement made them eager to carry one of us off to bed us. She had proposed it with an evil giggle earlier. With our light silky gowns swirling around us and panty lines and nipples etched under the silk, it was clear that it wouldn't take much talk.

David slipped his hands down over my panties and moaned in my ear. While dirty talk is not necessarily a specialty of mine, I decided to do my best.

" I really need to be fucked tonight!" I whispered. 

David was mildly surprised, but recovered.

"Tell me about it, baby." He ground his leg between mine and I pressed my mound against him and giggled.

"Oh, yeah, baby. That cock feels sooooo hot!"

"Mmmmm, you feel ... wonderful," he said, then pressed his lips close to my ear and breathed, "and whose dick do you want dear?'

"Since I can take this one home with me,. ... .. maybe I should ask Mark if he'll fuck me, .. .. one more time." I said, languorously draping my pussy over his thigh and caressing his cock with my tummy.

"Ohhhhmigod!" he groaned, and bit my earlobe rather sharply.

"Can we cut in?" Mark asked.

David laughed and broke away, his face flushed and swept Phyllis into his arms.

"What were you two whispering?" he said, laughing a little.

I thought it over and said nothing. I just smiled and looked into his eyes.

"Not telling?"

I shook my head with a grin.

"Oh, please?"

I saw David stop dancing and Phyllis pressing her bright red lips against his ear in whispered secrets. David took a deep noisy inhale of breath and moaned happily.

"Well, I guess." I said. " ... ... ... Sure you want to know?"

"Yes, sure!" he said as his lips found mine and he tasted my lipstick with little nibbles. His tongue darted into my mouth.

We watched as David's hands danced across Phyllis's bottom, looking terribly erotic. His hands squeezed eagerly, but gently and we could see that her response was to tighten her muscles and wriggle against his cock as she straddled his legs. David's head bobbed down and he nuzzled her breasts and Phyllis lifted them to him with her hands.

We continued dancing, Mark's dick bumping into my mound. I moved so it would happen again and again. My panties were soaked with excitement of our teasing.

Phyllis sat down by the table and David knelt beside her, his face pressing kisses across her breasts through the nylon. She unbuttoned another button and we watched, mesmerized as the candlelight folded her beautiful breast in golden warmth. The underside of her breast was a lovely curve ending with an upturned pink nipple topped with a pointed cone aching to be suckled.

Until you have seen a couple in candlelight you can't imagine how beautiful it is nor how erotically stimulating it is. The candle flickered three feet from them. Phyllis' hair looked like perfectly combed gossamer threads of gold, highlights shimmering under the light. Her skin was perfect and a warm golden color. Her nipple, in normal lighting a light pink, became like a dark pool with the stamen of an orchid jutting above it. Her lips glistened with a sexy bright red lipstick rendered a softer tone by the lighting.

Mark's hand lifted my breast, squeezing me in a loving caress. David's hand shaped under Phyllis breast, barely touching, moving lightly under her curving loveliness. His lips were poised before her, his eyes glowing with need as he examined the breast like a gem. Slowly, his lips pressed her nipple once, and we watched as it bounced back as he pulled back to look at it again. His tongue flicked out and touched it and the nipple seemed to be reaching for his tongue just as his tongue sought the gorgeous little pyramidal morsel. Again he touched it with his tongue leaving it glistening, and then kissed it again, his lips slightly open.

Phyllis looked at him with delighted pleasure, watching him worship her womanhood. She leaned closer. His lips sucked the little pyramid in and held it, his eyes looking up into hers. The shadows played on his cheeks as he made sucking motions with his mouth. He tugged on her captive nipple as inside his mouth his tongue toyed with her, tasted her, and twirled around the sensitive nipple.

Phyllis' eyes closed and she held her head back in utter pleasure as she let him suckle her and feel her breast with his hands.

It is probably the most erotic sight I have ever watched. If you don't have a relationship with another couple that makes it possible for you to watch something like this, I can only suggest that you set up a large mirror close to your own lover and a tall candle and watch how erotic he looks making love to your own nipples. 

Mark took my lips and we pretended to dance, our bodies eagerly playing with each other. His hands were on my breasts, squeezing and lifting them naked there under the gown. He clipped my nipples between his cupped hands and fingers and I reached between us to hold his cock and balls in both hands.

We moaned into each others mouths as we kissed and sucked each others tongues back and forth as if fucking. He pressed his leg between mine and I thankfully snuggled my pussy against his leg. It was a welcome, full caress.

"Still not telling what you were whispering?" he said, slipping his tongue into my ear.

"Mmmm." I moaned, "well,.. .. I told him that I was going to ask you if you would fuck me!" I said into his ear which he had poised close to my lips to hear.

"Ohhhhhhhh, .. .. ohhhhh, darling." he whispered. With that, he picked me up and walked over to say goodnight to his wife and carried me to his bed. 

Over our shoulder we heard Phyllis say with a giggle, "I guess she wasn't kidding, David, she did ask him!"

I undressed Mark, eagerly tearing at his shirt and then his belt. I knelt before him and unzipped him, freeing his cock to jut straight ahead, no curve at all. I pulled down his shorts and urgently took the head of his dick into my mouth and pursed my lips just behind the corona. Looking up into his eyes, I moved my head back and forth as he watched me suck his cock and play with the two heavy balls large and full in his sack. I made my mouth moist around him and made love to the velvety skin, firm and round under my lips.

Holding his cock in my mouth, I let go of his balls and unbuttoned my gown, then slipped it off my shoulders. My breasts swung in gentle arcs as a background to his view of my moist red lips hugging his dick. Phyllis had left a candle for us, sitting by the mirror on the dresser. I knew that the candle was making my skin look as golden as the scene we had just witnessed. I heard him moan with pleasure as my moist mouth played with him, and my hands cupped my breasts upward for him. My nipples were dark and defined around the eagerly hard center nubbins, waiting for his lips.

Mark stood looking down at me, and then slowly made very small fucking motions into my mouth. A smile of happiness formed over his lips and he slowly reached down to help me to my feet.

"Ohhh, my god, that felt good, darling!"

My gown was snug around my hips and the top fell down around me as he pulled my breasts against his hairy chest and slipped his hands all over my smooth back.

"Ohh, yes, Mark, that feels wonderful." His hands played across my back and my bottom, bringing peels of tingling sensations between my legs and across my tummy to my breasts. I stood just enjoying the pleasures his hands sent shivering through me. He flicked the nylon gown and it circled around my feet on the floor leaving me standing in vanilla-colored panties.

I can't speak for other women, but I can say that I never feel more desirable, nor any prettier than standing before my lover in panties that are pretty, fresh, crisply clean and which fit snugly all around my body. Even if there is more body than there should be, one feels as pretty as one can possibly be. And I was wearing brand new Victoria's Secret Second Skin Satin Hipsters. 

Mark couldn't seem to keep his hands away from the smooth satin taut across my bottom, and I couldn't get enough of his hands fondling me. We stood rocking in each others arms while his hands alternately fondled and squeezed my ample cheeks.

I parted my legs and his cock slipped down between my legs. I felt him tremble a little and moved my mound in little thrusting teasing movements against the blunt object threatening my citadel.

"Mmmmm, that feels nice, dear." I murmured. Mark fingered the hem of my panties and sighed his agreement.

I lay on my stomach, pushing my bottom up slightly while Mark moved the candle nearer. I was shameless in squeezing the last little bit of erotic interest from the taut curve of my panties. As he lay down, his hand smoothed over them and slipped between my legs to find me very moist under the panties. I parted my legs for him to explore the folds of my pussy.

"Ohhhh, that DOES feel nice, Mark," I sighed.

He slipped a finger under the hem and touched me.

"Ohhh, .. .." I sighed again.

I rolled over to greet him and he showed me his glistening finger, and then brought it between our lips to let us taste my pussy. I smiled as our tongues played all around his wet finger.

"Hurry, Mark, .." was all I could say.

He left my panties on and I held the panel out of his way as he nuzzled with his tongue, his nose and his lips.

"Oh, yes, .. .. honey... .." I heard myself saying as his tongue nestled into my wet vagina, and then circled my clitoris once again. The first tingling thoughts of an orgasm called out between my legs. I felt poised on a knifepoint as he painted the puffed up folds of my pussy lips with an educated lover's tongue. His hands teased along my body reaching up to grasp my breasts as he ate my pussy. His face seemed covered with my creamy lubricants.

He seemed to force himself away from my steaming pinkness and I waited expectantly as he moved higher on my body. My mind went back to Phyllis' little lecture on love and friendship. She was absolutely right. There was no other thing that could be more wondrous for a woman than spreading her legs wide to offer her body to a man who was a perfectly matched friend and lover. I felt open and completely connected to Mark as I felt the blunt head of his nice firm dick touch me.

I breathed deeply as he moved it up and down my wet slit several times.

"Ohhhh!" I moaned, "yes! .. .." as it sliced into me, spreading warmth and fire along its path, I felt him parting the folds inside my vagina, planting cock-kisses as it went, touching me in nice little niches that wanted to be just for him. Deeper and deeper he pushed into me. I opened my legs wider and pressed my feet down to leverage up into his thrust, trying to feel every little part of him as he pushed it in and strained to press our hairy mounds together.

At last he was all the way in and he paused there as we barely moved, enjoying the wet intimacy of coupling.

"It's .. so big!.. " I gasped, my body beginning to judder and quake with emotion.

"You're so tight. So hot. Burning me nicely with your cunt, darling. It isn't a word I use a lot, but it sent a searing thrill through me and I thrust hard against him, urging him to fuck me.

"Fuck me, darling. You promised!" I wheedled, my hips moving involuntarily in lust, wanting him to shove it in again and again while I sucked up his energy.

We began a wonderful rocking, fucking motion. I could feel every sensation. The feel of the hair around the base of his dick teasing the lips of my pussy. His hard little nipples against the soft roundness of my breasts. His muscular arms where my hands held on as he fucked me. The smooth skin of his waist as my hands thrashed around trying desperately to find more things to feel, more things to fondle as he urgently thrust it into my wetness.

I tightened my muscles around his dick and resisted his withdrawals with wet vaginal walls, not slowing him down but feeling more of his cock by holding it tightly as if slipped up and down my vagina walls.

More and more we fucked together. The bed groaned under us and his balls slapped noisily against my bottom. My legs were as wide as I good possible make them so that he was as deep as he could possibly be. 

When I felt his body tense and his cock swell in readiness to shoot his sperm into me, I hurried to wrap my legs tight around his back, holding him tight as he thrust urgently into me. 




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"That's it, honey, cum!" I almost yelled.

I felt his warm cream swarm into my vagina. 

"Yes, Mark, yes, give it to me!" I urged, hanging onto him with legs wrapped tight behind his butt.

Then another spurt deep inside me. 

"Ohhh, honey it's hot!" I said. 

A third filled me with warmth and yet another urged its way into my snug, wet haven.

A huge wave of orgasm swept over me as he continued thrusting into me with his waning cock. He felt me cumming and tried to maintain himself hard and long. We continued fucking together until my orgasms subsided under his firm battery of my pussy.

Exhausted, we rolled over and began long wet kisses to every part of each other's face could be touched as we slowly returned to earth, wet and sated. My Victoria's Secret panties were no longer virgin, I thought ruefully, as his sperm slowly oozed thick and warm from my tingling vagina.

There could be no better 40th birthday than we gave each other. 



Love of Politics Ch. 10



Chapter 10 -  Thinking It Over  - Together

I would like to say that the week following our final surrender to the fact of our mutual affairs with Mark and Phyllis were blissful and unmarked by stress.  But that would not be true.  We skirted the issue time and again, touching on it, then veering away.

It was Friday when David began the serious talk about our weekend.  It was bed time.

"We should talk about this, ... I think ..." David began.  He was sitting on the end of the bed taking off his shoes.

"O.K." I said quietly.  

I stopped unbuttoning my blouse and waited, not sure what was coming.  Phyllis and Mark had dropped us off in our driveway and our suitcases still lay in the corner where we had dropped them.  The weekend had been exciting, but of course a bit scary.  Pairing off to sleep with our friends' spouses was quite a different matter than secret indiscretions that could be selectively ignored or hidden.  That truth I had already pondered since that breakfast when we had faced each other for the first time, fresh from the arms of lovers we were sitting down with.

In fiction, the partners would blissfully accept all this and have one last "party fuck" after breakfast before going their separate ways.  It isn't that way. Not really.

Phyllis was nervous, as indicated by the constant chatter she kept up as she turned the omelet and fried the potatoes and sautéed onions for breakfast. I laid out the remaining bakery goods. 

We sat down at the table, each in his own way trying to be cheerful in spite of a nagging concern.

I took a deep breath and broke the tension.  

"Let's do this, .. ..."

I held my hands out. Slowly, we all joined hands around our round little breakfast table.

"Here's to ... ... friendship, .... I don't know what life would be without you three. ...."

"Amen!" Phyllis said quietly, and leaned over to kiss her husband and then another kiss on the cheek of David fresh from her bed.

"Yes, ..... ..... .... me too" said Mark.

David looked at me and shrugged slightly, then nodded.  "That's true, ....." he murmured, leaning to touch my lips with his.

And that was more or less how we had left it at the cabin.  Up in the air, some would say.  Many, no doubt, would say that they would have had long conversations thrashing all this outrageous behavior out in the open.  Or, they would say that someone should be punished, or all should be punished.  But of course, god has his ways of punishing and it isn't the way of people's punishment, I think.  Maybe there will come a punishment, I can't know that.

And when all is said and done, I'm not sure the world would be a lot nicer place to live if everyone talked out all their feelings and their thoughts. I'm just not so sure.  I am sure that it is rare to have everything sorted our perfectly in mind or deed. 

So it was with us, each with his own thoughts. And to be honest, in our case, each with his own pleasures to turn over and over in the long hallways of our memories.  We were happy together.

The drive home was quiet.  We were both tired, I think, wiped out by the emotional turmoil of the last 24 hours.  We tidied up the house during the afternoon and David went outside to clear a limb that had fallen off one of the large oak trees.  The sound of the chainsaw lingered on the evening air as I prepared dinner.

It was a good night for an early bed time and we both were upstairs by 10PM.  David was deep in thought, his brow furrowed; eyes on the floor.

I finished unbuttoning my blouse and looked at him expectantly. His eyes slipped down to my breasts, then back to my eyes.  

"How are we looking at this?"

"Not sure, .... ... how do you mean?"

"Come on Beth, .. ... after all, we have just fucked our friends, and enjoyed it, and in the next room.  I could hear you screaming your pleasure, you could hear me, .... ..... fucking Phyl, ... ....   it's gotta be a little, ..... .... extraordinary?"

I dropped my blouse and unsnapped my jeans.  "Yes, I know."

"You fucked Mark; you opened up your legs, lay back on the bed and let him shove his dick into you!  We probably didn't think that was the way it would be twenty years ago. So, ... I just want to know how to look at this. How we are looking at it. You know?  I can't exactly be the outraged husband, since I was fucking Phyllis right in the next room!  But, shouldn't I be.. ... I dunno."

"I think that life is not ... always exactly the way we think it will be, .... ..... not simple and to a fixed plan, .. you know?" 

I pushed my jeans down and kicked them aside, standing in yellow flowered panties and bra, looking tensely at him as he unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor.

I stood in front of David as I opened the folding doors and reached for a robe.  He touched my bottom lightly with both hands and moved them in a soft caress.  

"I love these, whose are they?" 

"Mine." I giggled.

He laughed.  "You know what I mean ..."

"Victoria's Secret" I corrected and he squeezed my buns.  "Don't you think I'm a little too big there?"  I turned and stood with the long lacy peignoir open in the front.

"Nope."

"You're a wise fool, David."  I said, bending to kiss the top of his head.

"Am I a fool to stand by while someone else shares it? ... .... that's the question," he said, "or am I going to hate myself one day?"

I laid my cheek against the top of his head and drew my arms around his neck, pulling him close to by breasts.  He touched my mound with his fingers and toyed with the soft cushion of hair under my panties.  I knew it looked sexy the way the dark triangle showed though the translucent panty and probed through the little panel of lace.  It felt good to have his fingers toy with me and I sighed happily and closed my eyes. I rocked him in my arms as he slipped his other hand between my legs and slowly caressed up my thigh until his finger rested along the slit of my pussy.

"Oh, dear, let's hope that neither of us does that." I said quietly.

He nodded his head and I felt his lips open and close in a kiss in the open valley of my bra.  He nuzzled the soft roundness of my breasts and they swelled under his kiss almost involuntarily as I took a deep breath.

"Mmmm, what's that perfume?" he murmured.

"Giorgio." I said.  "Like it?  I bought it special for you!  You always like things with a little Jasmine."

He took a deep breath, nose buried against my cleft.   "Mmmmm, yessssss!" he sighed.

David fondled my mound in gentle circles and his fingers felt nice and comforting between my thighs.

"Isn't this ... wrong, though?  Isn't this stolen ... forbidden fruit?"

"I suppose so."

"How, then ... ... what ....." he stopped.  "How can you stand the thought that I have fucked Phyl, then?  Why aren't you outraged? Don't you love me any more?"

"Yes, I love you, and always will, darling."  I paused for awhile.  

"You know, very early, I had to recognize that you were a charming, good looking man who many women were attracted to.  I could see that women at parties loved to talk to you.  I was pleased by that, but it was intense, you know, they liked to get you off to the side, one on one.  One night I looked across the room and saw you deep in conversation with Sally and watched the almost sexual pleasure that each of you were having.  The touches, the smiles, the serious looks.  I could see it from way across the room.   When you went into field sales, I had to come to grips with the likelihood, the absolute likelihood that on some lonely evening on the road, some other Sally would touch you in just the same way, look into your eyes in just that intense way.  And I knew that it was unrealistic to think that you could escape the temptation to take that Sally or indeed our own neighborhood Sally to bed, no matter how we both loved each other"

He started to protest.

"No, it's true. I vowed never to ask, I prayed never to know. But I realized that it was true of ME, too, and of all the attractive, successful people in that room if they could speak freely.  How many people on our street are walking around with secret sexual memories they can't discuss with ANYBODY?  I can tell you at least five out of the twenty houses on this street who have actually told me theirs, and that means that nearly all of them are in that situation.  I decided that whatever happened with you on the road or wherever, I would not be thrown off our love, our deep down love for each other. And I still feel the same way.  I hoped that you would feel the same way."

"And what about the ones who have divorced and remarried, each time 'till death do us part?'  Some of them three times, I might add.  Their lovers haven't been separated by more that a few weeks in some cases, and probably overlapped.  They are respected members of the community even though they cast their children adrift! Surely we would never do that!" 

"When I got into political activities, it was as electrifying as anything in my life.  I found a sexuality to the activities connected to gaining political power that I couldn't have imagined. That sexual electricity is something I wouldn't miss for the world.  It has ended up with us having two extremely close friends."

"You're OK with this, for sure?" he asked muted against my breasts, kissing, nuzzling, cheeking the soft flesh of me.

"Friendship, close friendship longs to be expressed in .... .... intimacy, more and more intimacy, .... that's what I realize.  Every friendship yearns for some additional expression to tell that other friend how much you thank god you met them, that you still have them.  You want to touch their hand, always expressing that overwhelming gratefulness of a closeness to another human being that lets you tell all, say all, shout all your thoughts, your innermost thoughts if you want to and have them returned, lovingly burnished, carefully handled ... .... back to you."

"God made us this way so that the ultimate expression of such friendship is sex.  I don't know why, but it is certainly true.  Maybe it is wrong, but it is natural."

David put his arms around my bottom, locking his hands behind me and lay back on the bed, pulling me on top of him.  His cock probed against my mound and I closed my eyes with the pleasure of its firm touch.  I moved against it and felt it settle to one side of my mound.  

"You're a wonder, you know that, woman?  I think I may have to admit you are smarter than I am.  "The slap he gave the left side of my bottom resounded and a hot glow seared it in warmth."  I could feel his laugh jiggle against my stomach.

"So, at least we can talk about it, eh?  And don't have to go to bed afraid to dream and tell a secret?" he said, his hand soothing away the sting that blazed my ass.

I looked down at him, my darling husband, and nodded, my smile a little crooked.  

"Yes.  Well, at least not too many secrets.  Maybe that's good?  Maybe so." 

We talked late into the night, mostly lying like that, my legs slipping down between his bare legs and feeling him harden and loll against my fleshy hip.

At last he sighed long and hard there in the dark beside me.  "You know, Beth, I think I understand.  You and Mark are nuts about the political world and care nothing about the sports world.  Phyl and I love all sports and we watch it, we talk it, if we are not able to play the sport, we still love it, ... ... together. The game is more fun watching it with Phyl, talking about it with her is more fun because she loves it too. That is our intimacy. And what happened, our having sex, and feeling each other and fondling, and coming together like that completes that intimacy.  

It must have felt the same to you with Mark.  I gotta tell you, I was plain jealous, knowing what you must be doing, ... ... even as I slipped into Phyllis and felt her warmth and felt us connected so completely, I felt jealous of Mark slipping into you in the next room.  I can't explain it, I can't figure it out, but that's the god's honest truth of the matter.  So, I just hope we don't end up regretting it ... ..... ."  His voice tailed off as car lights swung across the front of the house and a car drifted silently into the driveway and then the lights went out.

We lay listening for the engine to stop, but it didn't, there was hardly a sound, but you knew it was still running.  And then the sound of a car door being quietly pushed half shut and the crunch of their feet on the rock along the driveway. Normally we had to lie here pensively for a half hour or longer, wondering how long they would say goodnight in the dark of his car, worrying a parent's worry, sleepless in a parent's sleeplessness.

But tonight, the front door opened and then was pushed quietly closed.  Up the dark stairs in stocking feet and into her room. The hangers in her closet swung noisily and were caught and silenced by her hand.

"Strange." I said as we lay listening.  Her door opened again and then the sounds of the bathroom and a gargling toothbrush sound so familiar it was a pleasure drifting through the night.

Silence.  Then a tap on the door.

"Mom?" a hushed whisper.

"Yes, come in, _____" I said quietly.

"Can I sleep with you guys for a little bit?" a tiny voice said.

"Of course.  Is something,..... ....?"

The tears on her cheeks answered as she slipped into our bed and pressed close as she had done as a little girl.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?"

"Oh, Mom, ..... ... he doesn't love me!  He asked me if I wanted to date other boys when we go to college."

"Oh? Is that what he wants?"

"He says not.  What is it with boys? They are so complicated. He says he doesn't necessarily want to date other girls, just wants to know if I do, I mean other boys.  But I don't want to date other boys, Mom."

"Well, maybe he's trying to be nice to ....  Did he say he doesn't want to go out with you any more? "

"Oh, no.  But, well, I don't want to. Does it mean he wants to and this is his way of telling me?"

I stifled my giggle over the complications of young love.  "No, I don't think so, sweetheart.  You might go through several undulations in life, you keep changing, you keep growing.  Neither of you will be the same people five years from now, remember. And then ten years, and twenty." I squeezed my perfect daughter close and felt her loving snuggle in return.

"Do you think Daddy is listening?"

"Yes." I smiled with unspoken happiness into the darkness.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Are you, Daddy?" she whispered.

"Yes, sweetheart."

She rolled over me and into the slot between us.

"What do you think, Daddy, you're a man."

"Ohhhh god, spare me from answering for all of us!"

"Come on, daddy."

"I think, my dear, that life usually works out OK, if you keep yourself OK.  And you, ..... my darling daughter ... are the most OK of all the people I know.  I say give him a little slack on this.  He probably meant well.  And if he didn't, well, you are still going to be OK."

She was quiet for a minute, lying warm between us.

"OK, I'll give him another chance, then.  Good night Daddy, I love you."

She stood up on the bed and towered above us in the darkness as she walked off the bed.

Her kiss was sweet against my cheek.   "Thanks, Mom!"

David exhaled long and loudly, and we held hands and stared into the quiet night, both, I'm sure with tears welling in our eyes.

"Ain't love grand?" he sighed quietly, and we had a very quiet giggle together, as we turned toward each other and moved together.  "I guess we're cutting each other a little slack, then?"

I nodded against his chest, my hand curling around his cock.

David got out of bed, closed the door, and I heard him rummaging around in the far end of the room.  I turned on the light for him and saw that he was looking through a stack of CD's.  He slipped one in the machine and fiddled with the knobs for a moment and hurried back to bed.  

Softly, the music began.  A song that Cher sang back in our dim distant youth.

David kissed a line down my stomach and ended in the thatch of hair over my mound.  He looked up into my eyes and very quietly sang along:



["I Got You Babe"]


His tongue slipped down my slit, parting my labia.  I opened my legs wide to welcome him, and let my fingers tangle his hair. My eyes closed with the pleasure of his loving touch, and I joined the song: 


["They say we're young and we don't know 
We won't find out until we grow "]


I felt him giggling against my pussy, his tongue exploring my folds and spreading a warm glow of pleasure through my body.  He looked up just in time:



["Well I don't know if all that's true 
'Cause you got me, and baby I got you" ]
["Babe" 
"I got you babe ... I got you babe"]



He slipped his tongue into my vagina, and again his eyes soaked into mine. I gasped and tried to return the next line.



["They say our love won't pay the rent 
Before it's earned, our money's all been spent"']



I watched his glistening lips open above my mound:


["I guess that's so, we don't have a pot 
But at least I'm sure of all the things we got "]
{"Babe"] 
[" I got you babe I got you babe"] 
["I got flowers in the spring I got you to wear my ring"] 


David pushed my legs higher and he slipped his hands under my bottom.  His mouth was warm as it covered my pussy and then centered on my clitoris with lips that tugged and toyed.  I sang to him again, my eyes locked on his.


[" And when I'm sad, you're a clown 
And if I get scared, you're always around"]
["So let them say your hair's too long 
'Cause I don't care, with you I can't go wrong "]


He slipped his fingers into me, bringing another gasp from my lips as I finished the line.


["Then put your little hand in mine 
There ain't no hill or mountain we can't climb"] 
["Babe"] 
["I got you babe I got you babe"] 
["I got you to hold my hand 


He reached for my hands and I tugged him up onto me, as we continued singing to each other.  I guided his lips to my left breast and sang the next line:


["I got you to understand "]


["I got you to walk with me 


He alternated nipples:


["I got you to talk with me "]
[" I got you to kiss goodnight"]


And back again:


[HER:] I got you to hold me tight 
[HIM:] I got you, I won't let go 


David bit my nipple gently and a shudder ripped through me, making me miss the next line.


[CHER:] I got you to love me so 


He grinned and sang the rest of the song with Sonny and Cher:


["I got you babe 
I got you babe 
I got you babe 
I got you babe"] 


It may have been corny, but we enjoyed being cast back into our courtship days for a moment.   His hands cupped my breasts and squeezed. I moaned with pleasure as I felt his cock creep up to touch my slit.  He slipped inside me, brought his still moist lips to mine and slipped his tongue between my lips. His cock spread me and filled my vagina. I squeezed it and folded my legs around him. Our tongues played together and I thought how lucky that we still found pleasure in French kisses after all the years.


David had set the music to repeat the song and we began a happy, gentle fuck in time with the rocking beat of the music.  I felt his cock caressing the walls of my pussy as I caressed and patted his back lovingly.  The muscles of his back rippled as he thrust in and out of me as I met his thrusts with grasping, rolling, hip movements under him.

We rolled over and I watched as his hands cupped the breasts which I dangled for him to fondle.  My hips were undulating, sucking his dick with the moist walls of my pussy.  The familiar glaze of perspiration began to oil the movement of our skin wherever it touched. I felt him tense his body and hold his cock hard and high for my pleasure as I snapped my hips forcefully.  He felt big and firm inside and my whole body seemed eager to feel it, to touch him and have him touch deep inside me.




Love of Politics Ch. 10



Again and again I impaled myself on the leaping cock he thrust up into me, thrilling to the joy of having sex with him, here in our home, here in our bed.  David squeezed my breasts as I roiled them against his hands, swaying back and forth with the music as they swung in time with the beat.  The wonderful sensation of him fondling my breasts closed my eyes with pleasure, as he pulled both nipples, let them go and then grasped them again and again while I fucked him.

I don't know how many times the song repeated, but at last, David rolled back on top of me and I could feel the tension rising in him as he thrust harder and harder into me.  I spread my legs wide for him and clenched my arms around his neck and lay there feeling his body prepare to spend his sperm into me as he had so many times over the years.  My body responded with those familiar shivering shuddering spasms of anticipation, my vagina tightening wetly around his cock.  David's body was rigid as he fucked into me with an intensity that was emphasized by the sweat on his forehead.  

I spread my arms wide against the smooth sheet, thrashing with pleasure as the first spurt of his cum warmed my insides.  My orgasms was intense and my arms thrashed as if making snow angels and David continued thrusting until he was exhausted and lay still on my body.  I clipped my fingers into the perspiration soaked hair at the back of his head and pressed my kiss against his ear.

"I love you, David."

I felt him nod his head against mine as his cock relaxed inside me, comfortable and safe.