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Sex and the Capital

By: LonesomeDove42



Senator Bruce Reingold of Indiana sat listening as Senator Gary Harris of California, a fellow member of the Environment and Public Works Committee, droned on with his normal rhetorical tirade against the American way of life. "...SUVs have got to go, there is no earthly reason for any sane person to own or drive one. Their gas mileage is an abomination; their safety record worse than any other vehicle, the cost shamefully high, and the arrogance of their owners knows no bounds. They have got to go." 

Harris continued, slamming his fist down on the table, "People must be forced to cut back on their energy use for the common good. They must turn those thermostats up in the summer and down in the winter. As the government, we should mandate settings and require the manufacturers to build thermostats with minimum and maximum seasonal settings that will guarantee less energy use..." 

Tuning him out, Bruce thought back to his first few months in Congress, he was delighted to be appointed to the Agriculture, Nutrition and Forestry Committee and the Environment and Public Works Committee. Besides being a farmer, he thought of himself as an environmentalist. It only took three or four hearings before he realized that the committees were far from impartial: the factory farming voice controlled what happened in the Agriculture committee, his constituents, the small farmers, were barely heard; zealots controlled the Environment committee, their agenda was to place the environment before everything else. People and their jobs didn't seem to matter. It was almost like people were not part of nature; that they were some alien life form that intruded upon it. He knew that he was naive, but he believed they were there to represent the people. He was having a hard time coming to grips with reality. The Special Interest groups really did control Congress.

During his first year on the Environmental committee, he had stood up for his principles and what he thought made the most sense for the country. He couldn't believe it, but the majority of the committee members seemed to discount any evidence that contradicted the radical environmental line; in this committee there weren't two sides to an issue, an opposing view was considered anti-environment.

Harris droned on, "… no reason why anyone should own a house with more than one bedroom per person. Now," he glared at his fellow committee members, "I'm being too generous, really. Do you know…how much energy is wasted cooling and heated the extravagance that has become the average American home?" He slammed his fist on the table again, "Two people living in a house with four bedrooms and three baths is—just wrong!" 

Looking around the room, Bruce realized that he wasn't the only one that felt that way. There were several others who also looked either stressed, if they were paying attention, or were oblivious to the ranting of Harris. There is something terribly wrong here. We're supposed to represent the people and we're not even reacting to what's going on. 

Frustrated, he leaned back in his chair and looked across at Kathy Ahern, an intern from Mississippi, sitting behind Harris with the other interns. She looked over at him and smiled before turning her attention back to the speaker. Her smile brought him out of his funk. He grinned and continued to watch her. 

The Interns basically did what the paid administrative help didn't want to do. Kathy had been an intern for about five months. Bruce had liked her from her first day on the job. He found her eager to help and he would seek her out whenever he needed assistance. The two exchanged glances during the rest of the meeting, improving his morale considerably. He smiled to himself. A little innocent flirtation is just what I needed today.

When the committee meeting ended, the chairman, Senator William Spencer of Nevada called Bruce aside. "I know this is short notice, but the State Department wants us to entertain a delegation from Kenya tomorrow. I'll do the presentation in the morning, we'll take them to lunch and then I want you to give them a tour of the capital building in the afternoon."

Bruce looked down at his watch. Damn, it's five o'clock on Friday afternoon and I'm getting this. The irritation on his face was evident when he looked up.

Spencer nodded, "I know. I would blame the State Department but the head of the delegation is the Minister of Environment and Natural Resources. He wants to see us."

"Shit," Bruce said, "I told my staff that nothing was going on this weekend."

"I'll help."

Both senators turned towards the cordial voice of the intern. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I'm not doing anything tomorrow. I can set up the briefing room, make the reservations for lunch and ride herd while you two do your thing."

Bruce smiled brightly, "Well, thank you. I know two of my staff will be relieved."

"You know you don't have to do this, Kathy," Spencer said.

"I know. Tomorrow is another football Saturday. My roommate and her boyfriend will be glued to the TV; I don't have any other plans."

"Okay," the chairman said, smiling at the young intern. "I've got a few things to do, let's meet in my office in an hour. We'll lay out the plan for tomorrow then."

Bruce nodded at him and Kathy said, "I'll be there."

As the chairman walked off Bruce turned to her and said, "You want to get something to eat? We might be here for awhile."

"Let's do, I didn't eat much for lunch, I'm starving."

The two went to the Senate dining room in the basement. The place was nearly deserted, there were only three other patrons and they were sitting across the room. Bruce knew what he wanted to order so he watched her as she looked over the menu. She projected an air of innocence. Her face wasn't beautiful but it lit up when she smiled; she had high cheekbones; beautiful green eyes; blond hair that fell to her shoulders; and lips that were, well, pouty. It was hard to tell about her body, her clothing didn't reveal much. She normally wore loose fitting slacks and blouses or sweaters that could only be described as business-like but feminine. 

She looked up, fully aware that he had been watching her. "I'd like a Rueben," she said, placing the menu on the table.

After giving the waitress their order Bruce said, "I don't think we've ever had a conversation that didn't deal with a pending bill. Am I right?"

She nodded and smiled, "I don't think we've ever sat down together before."

"Well then, Miss Ahern, tell me about yourself."

She blushed and said, "Senator, I'm a small town girl from Mississippi. Got an intern appointment after I graduated."

"Where did you go to college?"

"Ole Miss," she replied.

"Are you a Rebel?"

She laughed, "Hardly. I have a degree in Environmental Science. Doing a year as an intern and then back to Ole Miss for graduate school. Does that sound rebellious to you?"

"No. Sounds like someone who knows where they're going."

"What about you, Senator. What's your background?"

"Farming background, graduated from Indiana with an agricultural degree. Got involved with state politics and now I'm the junior senator. My first term, been here for almost two years."

"I see a ring. Married?"

"Yes. My wife and kids are back in Indiana. The kids are teenagers and we didn't want to jerk them out of high school to come here. Besides, my wife doesn't enjoy politics. She's happy to stay in Indiana."

Kathy slowly nodded her head. "I can see someone not liking it here. It really gets hectic at times. You've just been told to come to a meeting at six on a Friday evening to entertain a special delegation on Saturday. I think that says it all."

"Yeah, I'm the only one on the committee who's a geographical bachelor. That's why Spencer asked me to do this."

"Geographical bachelor?"

"You haven't heard that term before?"

Her frown was replaced by a quick smile and she replied, "No. But I just figured it out. It means your wife is not here."

The waiter brought their sandwiches and the two were silent as they ate. Kathy finished the first half of her Rueben and picked up her napkin and dabbed at her mouth. "Where do you live, Senator?"

"Here?"

She nodded her head.

"Georgetown, I have an apartment there, near the university."

She nodded again and picked up the second half of her sandwich.

They were silent again until they finished eating. 

"Is there a good Thai restaurant around your apartment?"

"You like Thai food?" he asked.

She touched his hand and said, "Yes, I do. I'm always on the lookout for a new place to go."

Her fingers were warm against the back of his hand. He felt a slight tingle deep in his abdomen, the first stirring of excitement. He looked up into her eyes and found her returning his stare, a smile on her face.

He exhaled lightly and said, "Do you want to go there for dinner after we get rid of the Kenyans tomorrow?"

She continued to look into his eyes as she rubbed her thumb across the back of his hand. "I'd love to."

The feeling in his stomach accelerated and his breath caught for a second. What did I just do? I asked her for a date? Am I crazy?

"Okay," he said, "it's a—date."

She patted his hand and said, "I'm looking forward to tomorrow night."

He placed his hand on the small of her back as they exited the cafeteria on the way to Spencer's office. She glanced over at him, a smile on her face.



Sex and the Capital Ch. 02



A few minutes after six the doorbell rang; Bruce opened it and smiled at Kathy. "Come on in," he said.

Keeping her at arm's length, he said, "Let me look at you."

She held out her arms in a model's pose and slowly whirled around. She was wearing a fitted royal blue short sleeve dress with a white flower print pattern. It had a button front and fell to mid-calf. Every pearlized button was fastened, no cleavage. A bit of eye shadow and pink lipstick was all the makeup she wore. It was enough.

"Do I pass inspection?"

"You're beautiful," he said as he held out his arms.

She stepped into them and wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing his lips to hers, kissing him as she pressed her body against his. His arms encircled her waist, holding her tight. Her tongue slipped inside his mouth, exploring, inviting him in. Feeling the beginning of his arousal, she pressed her hips against him and slowly rotated them as his cock responded and he pulled her closer.

Reluctantly, he broke off the embrace. "Our reservations are for six-thirty, twenty minutes from now."

She feigned a hurt look as her hand went to his crotch and slowly stroked his dick, bringing him to a full arousal. "We'll go to dinner if you promise me that this is dessert."

His hand went to the top button on her dress. She continued to stroke him for several more seconds before releasing him and stopping his hand from opening the third button. 

She looked at him licked her lips then pressed her breasts to his chest and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Let's go eat. It'll be even better after, I promise."

He exhaled and nodded his head. "Okay." What I really want is to rip your dress off and fuck you right now.





Sex and the Capital Ch. 03



"Good morning, Senator," Debra Saunders, Bruce's secretary said.

"Morning, Deb. How are you this lovely day?"

"Apparently not as good as you are, if that smile on your face is any indication. What did you do this weekend?"

He shrugged his shoulders and his smile turned sheepish. "Oh, not much. I just feel really good this morning."

"I'll bring your coffee in a minute," she said, a perplexed look on her face.

Bruce leaned back in his chair, feet on the corner of his desk, coffee cup in hand. I still can't believe what happened. He was astonished by Kathy's aggressiveness, her uninhibited sexual drive. He had never experienced sex like that; his wife was a proper and somewhat prudish person. He couldn't remember the last time he had sex twice in one day, certainly it was before the kids. He shook his head. Three times!

He was still trying to analyze what happened. He hadn't been home in six weeks but he had been away longer than that and wasn't tempted. And there sure was enough temptation around. Was this infatuation? At his age, he dismissed that idea. Was I just horny? Maybe, or was it really an early mid-life crisis? He wasn't being fair to his wife, no doubt about that, but the two of them had become set in their ways. Their sex life, never exciting to begin with, had become routine, and, he hated to admit it, more than boring. Maybe they were drifting apart.

His wife didn't seem to mind. Her life revolved around the children and her local celebrity status as a senator's wife. She didn't make an issue of his infrequent trips home. After attending his swearing in ceremony, she had never returned to the capital. Were they two different people now, leading separate lives?

He knew he should go home more often but sometimes he stayed just to play golf. What have I got myself into? He was aware they were trying to buy influence, but some of the golf packages offered by several of the agricultural Political Action Committees were too tempting. Thinking about it, he realized when he was on the fence, he did vote their way. But, rationalizing his voting record, he was proud that he never voted against the small farmer when it counted. 

He shook his head. What's happened to me? I wasn't like this when I got here.

Deb knocked on the door, breaking his chain of thought, and walked in. "Thirty minutes until the committee meeting starts, sir."

He nodded at her. She was one of those overly competent secretaries. She had set up his calendar in his computer. Thirty minutes ago, it reminded him that the Environment and Public Works Committee would meet in one hour. 

"I know, Deb," he said.

She sat down in the chair in front of his desk. Her eyes telling him that she knew something happened over the weekend and it involved sex.

She was two years his junior, happily married with a teenage daughter about ready to graduate from high school. Her husband coached football and taught science at the same school. She was pretty, shapely and smart. In the beginning, Bruce had an occasional sexual thought about her but stopped after he realized she was totally dedicated to her job, family and husband. He doubted he would have acted anyway. Until Kathy, he had been a faithful husband.

"We've been together for almost two years now. Don't you think I know you a little bit?"

He smiled at her. "Well, considering that you're the second most important woman in my life, I suppose you do."

She stood up and prepared to leave. Looking at him sternly, she said, "This comment is just between you and me, woman to man." Hesitating for a second, she said pointedly, "You got laid this weekend," and then turned and walked out as he stared after her, shock on his face.

Damn, how did she know? Was it that obvious? Now he was worried. What was going to happen when he walked into the conference room?

He gathered up his briefcase and stopped at Deb's desk on his way out. No one was in her office as he leaned over her desk and asked, "How did you know?"

An 'I knew it' smile crossed her face and she said, "My answer may be a bit explicit."

"That hasn't stopped you from telling me dirty jokes before."

"Okay. I'm a great lay." She hesitated to let that sink in. "Whenever we get away for the weekend that's the same smile my husband has on his face at breakfast the next morning. I think the scientific name is 'freshly fucked smile'."

Bruce smiled at her and slowly shook his head. "That obvious?"

Her smile brightened, "Yes, whoever you were with did a number on you."





Sex and the Capital Ch. 04



Bruce leaned forward and picked up another piece of pizza "This is the last one for me; I'm getting stuffed."

Kathy took another pull at her beer, leaned back on the sofa and patted her belly, "God, we almost finished this pizza. I think this was supposed to serve 3 or 4 people."

He popped the last bit of pizza in his mouth laid back next to her. "I love pepperoni pizza, that was good."

She rubbed his inner thigh while he finished eating. After taking another swig of beer she held the bottle up and said, "Beer and pizza, it doesn't get much better than that." Then a mischievous look came over her face as she ran her hand up to his crotch. "Well, maybe it does get better."

He grinned at her and took a drink of beer as she swung around to lie on the sofa, her head in his lap.

"I'm glad you called," he said, his hand moving to her breast.

"It's been three nights. I've missed you."

Gently squeezing her breast, he said, "Seeing you Monday when the committee met and not being able to do anything about it was depressing. I had to stop looking at you, it was like you were naked and you know what I wanted to do."

"I know. I wanted to go over and kiss you so bad..." she shook her head without vocalizing the rest of her thought.

She rose up and took a mouthful of beer. After swallowing it, she said, "How are you going to vote on the Organic Farming proclamation tomorrow?"

"Against it." 

"Really? The chairman wants unity. You're not going to make an organizational vote for the good of the committee?"

He frowned, his hand still on her breast. "I don't really want to speak ill of one of my colleagues in front of you."

"You're talking about Harris, right?"

"Yeah. If I voted for it, it's like I'd be endorsing everything he says."

"It wasn't just his bill. Senator Oakley was one of the co-sponsors. He's on the Ag committee with you, isn't he?"

"Yeah, and I have a lot of respect for him."

"Harris can be a jerk sometimes," she said

He laughed. "Sometimes? He always a jerk."

She rolled her head in his lap, rubbing her cheek against his partially aroused cock. "I think you're letting your opinion of Harris cloud your judgment."

Making small circles around the peak of her breast with his finger now, he smiled down at her and asked, "Did Spencer send you over here to convince me to vote yes?"

She laughed. "NO! My loyalty is to the committee. It's a symbolic vote supporting organic farming. I want to see the committee united on this. Don't you think that organically grown food is better, health wise?" she asked while slowly unbuttoning her blouse. 

He thought for a moment before replying as she rose up slightly to remove her blouse and unhook her bra. "Yeah. Health wise. But it's more expensive, more labor intensive, its yield is less and, important to the consumer, it doesn't look as good as what the traditional farmers produce." When he placed his hand back on her breast, it was bare. He looked down, tweaking her nipple between his fingers.

She rubbed her cheek against his full arousal. "So, you agree about the health aspects. What about the chemicals? Do you agree that we're making a small trade-off between yield and appearance and some slight potential health risks down the road with traditional farming?"

She turned her head and was mouthing his cock through his trousers while she waited for his answer. Not hearing anything, she sat up and smiled at him while she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks. She freed his cock from his shorts and caressed the shaft with her hand. "Well?"

"Uh, I'll give you that. There's a trade-off," he said before leaning his head back on the sofa, enjoying what she was doing. 

She ran her hand up to the head and rubbed her palm around it. "Are you going to agree with me and vote yes?"

"Maybe," he moaned softly.

Her lips moved to his cock and she took the head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Closing her lips on the shaft, she slowly moved her head up and down until he responded, raising his hips, trying to force it in deeper.

She withdrew her mouth and moved up to kiss him. "Have I convinced you?" she asked, breathlessly.

He nodded his head. "Let's go to the bedroom," he said.

He lay on the bed naked as she kissed his forehead before moving down and kissing him lightly on his lips. Seconds later, he felt her lips close around one of his nipples as her breast touched his cheek, the swollen nipple searching for his mouth. He took it inside, slowly savoring it as she pressed her breast against his face, moaning softly.

The nipple pulled out of his mouth as she made her way down his abdomen, tracing his abs with her tongue as her stomach skimmed his face. The blond bush at eye level now, he reached up and grabbed her hips, pulling her soaking wet pussy to his mouth. 

Her juice poured out as he pushed his tongue deep inside her, the taste and scent of her overwhelming his senses, small sounds of utter pleasure escaped his lips as he drank her in, savoring the flow from her cunt. He barely noticed when she took his dick in her mouth, his attention focused on her, wanting now to bring her to orgasm.

Holding her thighs wide, he placed his lips over her clit and gently rolled it between them. He felt his dick slip out of her mouth as she moved. Her weight shifted and he realized she was now holding herself up with her arms. Using his tongue, he drew small circles around her clit as her moaning became louder. Now alternating between gently suckling it and using his tongue to encircle it, he felt her shift again, this time trying to exert more pressure on his lips. She wanted the ultimate orgasm again. Holding her off, he continued to excite her until he knew she could stand it no longer. Then, using his lips and mouth, he pulled her inside and sucked hard, listening to her scream before she collapsed on him. 

It was several minutes before she came to. He lay there on his side, his hand on her breast, smiling at her when she opened her eyes. She slowly shook her head, "You're something. That was just—unreal."

He moved between her legs and pressed the head of his cock against her cunt. The lips were still quivering but they opened wide, wanting him inside. She lay back and closed her eyes as he pushed inside her, her hips moving to accommodate, taking him fully inside. 

Pulling him down to her, holding him tight, she said, "My intention was to suck you dry when we came in here. But, once I felt that tongue in my pussy, the blowjob went out the window. Now, just fuck me—slowly."

He rose and smiled down at her as he slowly stroked, almost pulling it out each time he withdrew. "I want to come in your mouth."

Her breathing quickened and her hips rose up to meet his as her hands grabbed his ass. "You will—but not right now. I want to come again."

"I'll hold you to that promise," he said as he began to hump her, full strokes as he came within an inch of pulling it out each time. He watched her face as he slammed into her, each time his cock hit bottom she uttered a short cry. He watched her face contort as she got closer and closer. Finally, she cried out, overtaken by the pinnacle of pleasure that his throbbing cock brought. It was too late for him. Watching her, he couldn't pull out and shove it in her mouth. Her coming triggered him, he pushed into her one last time and pumped hot cum inside as she wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his ass.

* * *

He heard her in the bathroom just as the coffee was finishing up. Pouring two cups, he set them on the table and waited for her.

"Perfect timing," he said, pointing to her cup.

Walking up behind him, she bent down and kissed him on the neck. He reached up and placed his arm around her. "You want to go back to bed?"

"I wish," she said as she removed his arm. "Period just started." 

He watched her as she sat down and took a sip of coffee. 

"Just like clockwork," she said. "That was the real reason I came over last night."

"Really? I'd have sworn it was to convince me to vote yes," he chuckled.

"No, I wanted to come again while you're still here. Friday's the last day we're in session."

"Are you going to Mississippi for the two weeks?"

"Yeah, I'm flying out Friday afternoon. When are you leaving?"

He looked at her with a guilty smile on his face. "Not 'til Sunday morning. I'm playing golf on Saturday."

"Did the Kenyans knock you out of golf last Saturday?" she asked.

He nodded his head and smiled. 

Holding up her coffee cup in a mock salute, she said, "Well, here's to the Kenyans. Thanks to them I've had the best sex in my life."

He raised his cup, "Funny how life is. I salute them too."

"Take me to the Thai place tonight?"

"Sure."

She stood. "I've got to go, I'll have breakfast at my apartment."

He got up and placed his arms around her. "Last night was wonderful."

"I know." He kissed Kathy; held her tenderly and whispered, "I'm going to miss you."

She stepped back and looked into his eyes, hers misting over. "I'm going to miss you too."



Sex and the Capital Ch. 05



The chairman called the committee meeting to order and got right to the first order of business, the vote on the Organic Farming proclamation. He started on his right, going around the table. "Yea, yea..."

Bruce hadn't thought about the vote since last night. What did I promise Kathy? I think I said I'd vote for it. His inclination was to vote against it; he only had a few more seconds to decide.

He glanced at Kathy. A slight smile was on her face as she looked away before forming her lips in slight circle. Then she looked back at him, her mouth opened a bit more before closing.

"Yea."

It passed unanimously. The rest of the meeting, the last before the two-week fall recess, was taken up debating the allowable chemical residue in the water supply.

As the meeting broke up Kathy got Bruce aside and said, "I want to pack before dinner; I'll meet you at the restaurant as six."

"Okay."





Sex and the Capital Ch. 06



Sonia, his daughter, got to him first as he walked out of the secure area. Throwing her arms around him, she said, "I'm so happy you're home, Daddy. I've missed you." He kissed her on the top of her head as his wife approached.

"Hi sweetheart," she said as he embraced her. He held her tight, "I'm happy to be home," he said.

Breaking the embrace, he turned to his son. Sean's hand was out, a big smile on his face. Bruce brushed his hand aside, "You're not too big to hug," he said, throwing his arms around him. 

He turned back to his wife after releasing Sean and grinned at her. "You look good, really good."

She blushed. "Thank you. How was the flight?"

He looked at his watch. "Only twenty minutes late. Not bad."

Lynne hooked her arm in his. "C'mon, let's get your bag and go home."

Thirty minutes later, they pulled into the garage.

The kids took over once they walked into the house. Sonia had to show him what she had been doing in school and the Girl Scouts; Sean wanted to talk football, pulling out all his newspaper clippings. They dragged him back and forth from one room to the other, fighting over him like they were five years old. Finally, he made his way to the living room.

Lynne sat there, smiling. "They needed that time with you," she said.

"Yeah, I forget how much time I'm away from them. I should get home more."

"Yes, you should," she said, a hint of frown on her face. 

"I know."

The smile came back. "You must be hungry. Do you want something to eat?"

"I would like a sandwich, some ham and cheese if you got it."

"We do, I'll make it."

She brought it in and said, "I made reservations at the Country Club for six. I'd thought we'd have dinner out tonight. A small celebration, having you home for the first time in—how many weeks?"

He took another bite of his sandwich. "Hmm, six, seven. It's been too long, I know that."

"Almost two years out of six now. Do you think we can maintain this separation for four more years?"

Kathy popped into his mind. What have I got myself into?

He looked at her, trying to get Kathy out of his mind. "Is it starting to affect our marriage?"

She didn't say anything for a few minutes. "No, I don't think so but, uh, you're not home very often. The kids miss you, I miss you." She looked like she was on the verge of tears.

He moved over to the sofa and sat down next to her. "I signed up for six years, you know that. Do you want to move the family to Washington? You know, that's the simplest solution."

She put her hand on his inner thigh and squeezed. 

Surprised, she had never done that before; he looked at her.

She smiled at him and began caressing his thigh. "I know. I still don't want them to change schools. This is such a critical time in their life. Stability's important." 

They both looked up as Sean walked in, tossing a football from hand to hand. "Let's go out in the back, toss the ball around," he said, looking at his father.

"We're going out to dinner, Sean. What do your dress pants look like? For your sake, they better not be wadded up at the bottom of your closet."

"They're hanging up, Mom. They're in good shape."

"Go check. See if they need to be ironed?"

"Okay."

Bruce laughed as his son went to his room. "Well, he must be getting better, he said they were hung up."

She smiled. "Yeah, he is. I just have to stay on him. Keep him that way."

Sonia walked in and sat down next to her father. "Dad, will you take me to the mall?"

"No," Lynne said. "Your father will be here for two weeks. He'll have plenty of time for taking you to the mall."

"But I'll be in school. I won't be able to go until next Saturday."

"Stop whining, we were at the mall yesterday. Besides, we're going to dinner this evening. Go pick out something to wear and bring it to me. Let's see what it looks like."

"Oh Mom," she said, dropping her head, slowly walking away.

He got up. "Well, let me spend the rest of the afternoon with these two, they need attention."

"Please do," she said. "Days before they know you're coming home, that's all they talk about. Go be super-dad."

"Okay," he said and bent down and kissed her. She put her hand on the back of his head and he felt the tip of her tongue between his lips.

"Here're the pants, Mom."

She released her husband and he stood up. Bruce ruffled Sean's hair. "You ready to go outside?"

Sean handed his mother the pants and said, "Let's go."





Sex and the Capital Ch. 07



Bruce was walking towards the senate chamber when his cell phone rang. He didn't recognize the number. He stopped and said, "Hello."

"This is Kathy, how are you?"

Surprised, he asked, "Where are you?"

"I'm in Mississippi. I didn't want to take the chance of calling you at home and didn't know your flight schedule. I knew I'd catch you now. My father had a stroke a week ago. He's better now but I'm going to have to stay here and run the business for a while."

"God Kathy, I'm sorry to hear about your father. You say he's on the mend?"

"Yes, but he still has some paralysis and the doctors aren't certain of the prognosis. Right now it's just wait and see."

"I thought about calling you last night, but I got in late."

"I was looking forward to seeing you again. You're all I thought about until my father's stroke."

"I know, I had a hard time keeping my mind off you at home."

"There's some fantastic chemistry between us, you know. I get wet just thinking about you."

He chuckled. "I know, I have a similar reaction when I think about what happened between us. You're remarkable."

"My father had just agreed to let me get an apartment by myself and to go to Georgetown for my MBA. I was going to get an apartment near you. I'm so disappointed. That's not going to happen now. I can't leave."

"I'm going to be terribly depressed as soon as this sinks in. I don't know what to say." He knew that was a lie but it was the right thing to say under the circumstances.

"I don't know," she said, "Maybe it's kismet, our fate. Maybe it wasn't meant to be."

"No, we'll see each other in the future, I'm sure of that."

"I hope you're right. Look, I'll let you go, I know it's time."

"Okay, I'll be in touch."

He looked for a chair and sat down, relief overwhelming his senses. He shook his head, not believing his luck. He didn't know what he was going to do once she got back here. He knew he had zero resistance to Kathy. She was right; the chemistry was fantastic.

Smiling now, he got up and continued on his way; feeling like the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders.





Sex and the Capital Ch. 08



"Hey, where're the kids?" Bruce asked as he walked up to his wife at the airport. 

Lynne hugged him briefly. "It's just us sweetheart, for awhile anyway. Sean has an away game tonight and the Girl Scouts are having a sleepover, thankfully, not at our house."

He grinned at her. She smiled back at him, a gleam in her eyes.

"Does that look in your eyes mean what I think it does?"

"You'll see," she said as they walked towards the parking deck, hand in hand.

"The short term lot was full. I had to park on the fourth level," she said as she punched the up button for the elevator.

He dropped his carry-on bag on the floor as the door closed and turned to his wife, putting his arms around her, his hands dropping to her ass. "You know, you looked great in tight jeans when you were sixteen and you still look great in them. You just have a great ass."

She ground her hips against him. "Is that right?"

He squeezed her cheeks. "Yes."

Her hips concentrated on the bulge that was prodding her lower belly. She stepped back a bit and her hand slipped between their bodies and caressed his erection. "Ummm. Things were never like this when we were dating."

He laughed lightly. "Oh yes they were. You just didn't notice it. This embrace never happened then." He squeezed her ass. "You would have fainted if I'd held you like this back then"

Lynne squeezed his cock and laughed. "I know, I would have been mortified if I felt your hands on my butt."

"And my dick never felt your hand until, well, not long ago." 

They laughed as the elevator stopped and the door opened. 

Minutes later, they were on the beltway heading home.

"What are you doing?"

She tugged at his belt until it unbuckled. "Just keep your eyes on the road, honey, we don't want to be in an accident."

Bruce's stomach contracted when her fingers opened the top button and then pulled down the zipper. Her hand rubbed his cock through his shorts. "Move your seat back."

Bruce complied with Lynne's request and smiled to himself. This isn't really happening, is it? 

"Now. Lift your hips."

She moved his shorts down enough to expose his fully erect cock. 

"Now, what should I do?" she asked as she gently ran her hand up and down the shaft. "I could give you a hand job. I've never done that. I could give you a blowjob as we're going down the Interstate at seventy-five miles an hour. Hmm, what to do?"

She fondled the head for a few seconds and then moved over and placed her lips over it, swirling her tongue around the broad head. 

"One more minute of that and I'm going to pull over to the side of the road."

She slowly withdrew her mouth from his throbbing cock, letting it gently pop out of her mouth. "Really?"

"Really."

"Okay, I'll stop for now," she said as she moved back to her seat and buckled her seat belt.

He looked over at her when he felt her hand back on him, her fingers caressing the head, only slightly less sensuous than her lips. Lust softened her still pretty face. "We're got a lot of years to make up for. I never knew I could enjoy sex this much."

"I know," he said softly, his mind distracted by her fingers, still slowly caressing the crown. 

Lynne waited until he pulled into the garage, then said, "Turn off the key and put your seat back down—all the way." 

Getting up on her knees, she bent over and placed her lips over his cock, running them down until he was against the back of her throat. He moaned.

His hand caressed her hair. "I won't last long."

Her lips moved up to the head and her tongue swirled around it. She used her lips to slowly fuck him, taking him in a few inches before pulling up, riding over the knurled edge, then forcing her lips back down. A few more strokes and she heard a loud "Ohhhh" escape from his lips following by many short "Ohs" as hot cum spurted inside her mouth. She held him there, enjoying the sensation of his pulsating cock pumping into her. She licked the head as he settled down, resting against the seat back, his eyes closed. 

She sat up. "We're home."





Sex and the Capital Ch. 09



"Morning Senator," Deb said, "Did you have a good weekend at home?"

Bruce stopped at her desk. "You know. I really did. I have a great family and I haven't been home enough since I've been here to appreciate what I have."

She smiled at him. "This is a dangerous place, you know?"

"Yes it is," he replied. "It's easy to be led astray if you're not careful."

"I'm assuming whatever was going on before is over."

Bruce opened the candy jar on her desk and grabbed a mint. "Your assumption would be correct."

She got up and hugged him. "Good, I'm glad."





Sex and the Capital Ch. 10



The game was a disaster. It was 17-0 at the half and things got worse after that. Ohio State won 45-7.

He watched the front move in during the 4th quarter. His living room window faced west and the lightning strikes had been getting closer for the last hour. Now you could hear the thunder. The time intervals indicated that the strikes were about three miles away.

As he was brushing his teeth, he heard the doorbell ring. It's 10:30 at night; who could that be? 

Opening the door in his pajama pants, toothbrush stuck in his mouth, he was surprised to see Britney standing there in her robe.

"I'm sorry to bother you. Can I come in?"

He removed his toothbrush before replying. "Sure, what's the problem?"

"The lightning, I'm scared of it. Can I just stay here until it passes?"

"Of course, go sit down. Let me finish brushing my teeth and I'll be with you."

She went over and pulled the drapes closed on the window before sitting down.

He put on a tee shirt before joining her, sitting down next to her. "There has to be a story behind this, either that or I'm irresistible."

Smiling, she said, "Cute, not irresistible. I had a bad experience with lightning when I was thirteen and being alone during a thunderstorm brings back those fears."

Just then, a bolt of lightning hit the building across the street. She grabbed his arm with amazing force.

"Ow!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to grab you like that."

Rubbing his arm, he said, "That's okay. Tell me the story."

She turned towards him and rubbed his arm. "It happened one night several years ago when my parents went out to a housewarming party. I told them I didn't need a babysitter; I could take care of myself. They were reluctant to leave me alone but relented when I invited a friend to stay over until they returned. She was a neighbor and they were friends with her parents so they didn't have a problem with that.

"Right after they left it really started raining hard. It poured and never let up. My friend hadn't showed up yet. I knew about lightning and telephone lines so I didn't call her to see if she was coming or not. After about an hour of steady rain a lightning strike hit the house. All the lights went out. It scared the shit out of me. So there I am, in this dark house, alone and scared to death.

"I finally found a flashlight. I shined it around and I saw the phone. I thought, lightning or no lightning, I've got to call someone. I picked up the phone; the line was dead. That rattled me more. Suddenly, something hit the house. That put me in a panic state. Then there's a knock on the door. I felt relieved; my friend must be at the door. I opened the door. No one was there. I closed the door and locked the deadbolt. Something else hit the house. I huddled in the corner.

"After a few minutes I calmed down and started thinking a little bit. I'm afraid to use the flashlight now, thinking that someone was outside the house. I went upstairs to my parent's bedroom and got my father's pistol. Then I got in their closet, closed the door and waited. I sat there for three hours until they returned, the longest three hours of my life.

"When my parents got home they started calling my name once they were inside the house. Good thing they did, I would have shot anyone that opened that closet door."

"I would've been scared too," Bruce said, "especially at that age. What damage did it do to the house?"

"It hit where the power lines come into the house," Britney said. "It cut them and fried all the breakers in the electrical box. It took three days to get the power back on."

"What hit the house?" Bruce asked.

"Branches from trees in the yard. The wind was bad. I didn't even think about that. We never did figure out what was knocking on the front door. It may have been my imagination."

"I bet your parents didn't leave you alone again."

"When they fixed the power my Dad had lightning rods placed on the roof. The guy that put them in explained to me exactly how they would handle any future strikes and assured me that I wouldn't have to worry about anything like that happening again. That made me feel a lot better."

"Yeah,' Bruce said, "People don't realize how dangerous lightning can be."

"I know, before I go into someone's house I always look at the roof to see if they have lightning rods," she said. "If they do I feel better."

"Does this building have them?" Bruce asked.

"Yes, I had to go up on the roof to find them, but it does."

"What about your dorm, did it have them?"

"No, it didn't, but there were always a lot of people around and that reassures me. Being completely alone tonight is what got me. I haven't been by myself during a thunderstorm since that happened. That was nine years ago."

"Well, I'm honored you thought of me. Do you want something to drink, or coffee?"

She smiled at him and patted his leg. "Don't feel so honored, you're the only person I know here. Do you have any beer?"

As he headed into the kitchen, she called out, "Just kidding, if I knew everyone in the building, I'd still be here."

He brought two bottles of beer and handed her one before sitting down. She took a long swig and her robe bloused open as she brought her arm down, revealing a cone shaped breast topped with a long swollen pinkish nipple. He did a double take, never having seen a nipple that protruded like that.

She caught him looking at her breast and leisurely closed her robe. 

He took another drink from his bottle and said, "I don't think we'll be running in the morning. I watched the weather after the game. They said this front was a slow mover, probably won't clear the area until after lunch."

Snuggling up to him, she said, "I guess there isn't any rush to get to sleep then, is there?"

He was having a hard time keeping his eyes off her breasts. "You seem more relaxed. Is it the beer, the lull in the storm or being next to me?"

"Hmm, how about a combination of all three, but mainly you."

"Good answer, that'll get you protection next time."

She turned and faced him as one hand went to the zipper on her robe and a sly grin crept over her face. "I know something that will guarantee me protection," she said as she slowly unzipped her robe and then pulled it off her shoulders, letting it fall behind her on the sofa.

His mouth fell open and he stared, wide-eyed, at the most splendid breasts he had ever seen, topped by swollen nipples nearly an inch long. "My God," he said, wonder in his voice.

She swung one leg over his lap and got to her knees. Straddling his legs, she thrust her chest out, her breasts now inches from his face. She watched him as his hands took one breast while his mouth moved to it, reverently placing his lips on the areola before closing them around her nipple, then slowly moved his head back and forth, not unlike someone sucking on a tiny cock. After several minutes, he switched to her other breast. As he began to suckle it, he looked up at her. Her eyes were closed and a beatific smile crowned her lovely features. She was in heaven. He continued, occasionally switching breasts and glancing up at her. Her expression never changed. 

Something warm and wet fell on the head of his cock, coating it with the sensually aromatic nectar meant to ease its entrance. Her breasts had so enthralled him that he hadn't realized his cock was sticking up through the fly in his pajama pants, hard and throbbing, wanting the source of the wetness, mere inches above.

Realizing what was happening, his hand went between her legs, cupping her cunt, feeling the heat and wetness. Using his middle finger, he started at the back and slowly massaged her labia, causing her to squirm before he pushed it inside her. The warm wetness enveloped his finger as it slipped it between her welcoming lips. His first instinct was to slide down between her legs to lap up that abundance of love juice he felt with his finger. But he knew he couldn't leave her breasts, not yet anyway. He slipped a second finger into her, finger fucking her, slowly moving in and out, exploring her. She trembled when his two fingers found a sensual spot. Oh, what have I found? He concentrated on that area, slowly, lightly, raking his fingertips over it as her body responded, focusing on his actions. Smiling inwardly, he moved his other hand down and gently pulled the hood away from her clit.

Whoa! His eyes widened and he stopped suckling her as his fingers touched her long, swollen clit and caressed it lovingly. It's like—one of her nipples! The thought of sucking on it evaporated as her body responded violently to his manipulations. Her breathing increased rapidly and she shook in a paroxysm of orgasmic pleasure. He glanced up; her face was contorted in ecstasy. Smiling, he watched her as the contractions slowly receded.

As she began to relax, he took her nipple deep into his mouth, suckling it gently. He slowly withdrew his fingers from her and caressed her inner lips until she began to respond. One finger moved inside, the warm wetness eagerly welcoming it, trembling as it anticipated his manipulations. His pushed his finger in fully and slowly brought it to the front wall of her cunt, the trembling increased as his fingertip drew small circles around her G spot. He withdrew it slowly, sliding it out over the lips to her clit, gently rubbing one side, enjoying her response. The trembling intensified as he took it between his thumb and middle finger. He looked up as he began to stroke it; her eyes were closed, the look on her face one of anticipation. He smiled inwardly and continued to lightly rub her clit between his thumb and finger, enjoying her pleasure. Then, using his middle finger, he started to massage the head when suddenly she shuddered violently as quick, short gasps punctuated her breathing, her face again displaying the intensity of the contractions wracking her body. 

Once she relaxed a bit, he moved his fingers back down. This time he let her nipple escape his lips as he sat up to watch her. Her concentration was on his fingers; it didn't appear that she realized his was ignoring her breasts. He watched in amazement as she climaxed one, two, three more times; like she stayed on a plateau that only required a little stimulation to bring on another round of orgasmic contractions.

Keenly aware of her clit, Bruce actually salivated at the thought of sucking on it, he started to move down when her hand grasped his wrist and pulled it away. He felt her knees move forward until her cunt came down onto the head of his cock. Hesitating for just a second, he felt her let go, her weight burying his cock deep inside her. 

She opened her eyes and stared at him, pure lust in her eyes. She watched him as she rode, rising up, settling down, up and down, never making a sound.

He felt her shift back slightly, changing the angle of penetration, the head of his cock now raking her deep G spot with each stroke. Her hands moved back to his knees and the strokes shortened the head of his cock on target deep inside her. 

He watched as her eyes closed and her breathing increased. It took a few seconds longer, but the results were the same: body-wracking contractions taking her back to that state of ecstasy. 

She repeated the sequence once more, riding him hard for a minute or so before leaning back and using the head of his cock to bring herself to orgasm.

He wondered how long she could keep having orgasms when she opened her eyes and smiled at him, putting her arms around him and kissing him passionately. She rode him hard and long, bringing her cunt to the head of his cock before settling back down, swallowing him whole.

He understood now, she was finished; it was his turn. Each stroke brought him closer and he made low moaning sounds as she sucked his tongue inside her mouth, simulating oral sex before breaking the embrace.

Her hand dropped down to his balls, caressing them as she started to ride him high in the saddle, bringing the head of his cock to her pussy lips before plunging down a few inches, concentrating on the head, rapidly bringing him closer.

His hands went to her hips, forcing her down, holding her firmly as he yelled out a split second before shooting the first jet of hot cum deep inside her. He relaxed his grip and he felt her rise up as he continued to pump cum into her, her pussy muscles now tightening around the shaft each time another spurt of cum blasted into her.

Finally spent, he exhaled and looked at her. She had settled back down on his lap, his cock buried deep inside her. She smiled at him and wrapped her arms around him, bringing him close, hugging him tightly.

"I've never had sex like that," she whispered into his ear. "You're quite a man."

He held her, feeling guilty about what had just happened but knowing it would not be the last time.

She left in the morning after breakfast. He agreed to come to her place for dinner on Wednesday.



Sex and the Capital Ch. 11



"Sir, Senator Harris is here to see you."

Damn, I don't want to see that son-of-a-bitch. "Send him in, Debra," Bruce said as he hit the intercom button. What does that bastard want?

Bruce extended his hand but the expression on his face was anything but friendly. "Have a seat, Gary. You want coffee?"

He declined the coffee and sat down.

"What brings you here?" Bruce asked.

"I want to mend some fences with you; find some common ground."

Bruce looked at him, saying nothing.

"I know I can come across as, uh, obnoxious, in committee sometimes."

Bruce smiled at him and nodded his head. "Yeah."

"I've been some checking on your background and we do have some common ground; we both have environmental backgrounds; we both want to do what's best for the country."

Bruce looked at him suspiciously, "Where did you get your information about me?"

"I don't think any of it's a secret; I went online, Googled you."

Bruce shrugged his shoulders. "Okay."

Gary chuckled. "Besides me being obnoxious, and nosy now, what bothers you about the conduct of the committee.

Bruce looked at him firmly and said, "I'm glad you asked. The tone of these hearings and the meetings disturb me. I think we've gotten away from fairness; we seem to be taking sides, more so than just partisan politics. I think we're placing too much emphasis on the environmental side of an issue. And, don't misinterpret this, not just the environmental side, but the radical side of the environmental movement. It doesn't matter what ordinary citizens, the business community or academia say; we discount it."

Gary was watching Bruce closely as he spoke. Continuing, he said, "As you know, I've been an environmentalist all my adult life. I was the State Chairman of the Sierra Club, an organization you endorse. I believe that environmentalism is about helping people and nature live in harmony. I don't see that in our hearings."

Studying Bruce for several seconds, Gary finally said, "I hear what you're saying. Look, I've been an environmentalist since I was old enough to understand the term. And I agree with you, it is about having people and nature living together in harmony. I guess maybe I'm more cynical about the people part and it has to do with growing up in California. I've seen the damage that people can do when they don't care.

"It takes two to make this happen. Nature is going to be nature, not much we can do about her. People are a different story; we can make choices, either good or bad, but choices. I want people to make the right choice. That doesn't always happen."

"I understand what you're saying but I don't think the committee is allowing people to make choices," Bruce said. "We're making the choices for them."

"Well, when you know that people's choices are governed by greed and selfishness, does it make sense to let them have a choice?" 

Thinking about what was just said, Bruce hesitated for a few seconds. 

A cell phone rang. Gary pulled it off his belt and said, "I've got a sick kid and this is my wife, excuse me for a second."

After a few minutes of listening to what must be strep throat, Bruce wondered when he was going to get around to the real purpose of his visit, talking me into supporting his bill.

Gary ended the call and said, "Sorry about that, my daughter's running a fever and has trouble swallowing; my wife is taking her to the doctor. Now, where were we?"

"We were talking about people not always making the right choices when it comes to the environment."

"Oh yeah. You've got to be able to recognize when greed and selfishness are the driving force. Take businesses, for example. Most CEOs couldn't care less about clean air or drinking water; profits, that's all they're interested in. That's why I have no faith in studies funded by industry."

"Look, Gary, I can understand your cynicism, to a point. You're flat wrong when you say 'most CEOs' though. But now I know why you ignore industry studies. I still don't understand how you can be so dismissive of university studies. The university studies I'm familiar with are independent, no tie-ins. You discount those, too."

"I've been dealing with this for a long time," Gary said. "You don't understand how slick some of these CEOs are. Believe me, they can camouflage their involvement so even the professors aren't aware of it."

"Well, I don't agree with you. There isn't any way that business, no matter how clever they are, can manipulate all of these studies. That's nonsense, and you know it. What's really going on?" 

Gary just sat there for a minute, before he said, "I'll level with you. We're the government; we're the parents here. We've got to do what's right for the country. If we're going to err, it will be on the side of the environment."

Bruce shook his head, "I don't like that analogy 'we're the parents here'. Parents, to be effective parents, need to consider all factors in making decisions. We're not doing that."

Gary sighed, "Look, we're on the same team. It's just that you're a moderate and I'm a bit more radical. We both have the same goals. Protecting the environment, making it better."

Bruce shook his head, "The environment is one part of the equation. The other parts deal with people: their right to live; raise their children; own property; make a living; pursue happiness; you know the American dream."

Gary didn't say anything for a few minutes; he just sat there. Finally, he said, "Good point. That's what my bill is about. Removing welfare recipients from the dole, letting them be responsible for themselves. Teach them to become self-sufficient. Give them the property, training, and tools to do the job and let nature take its course."

"You don't have a farming background, do you?"

Gary shook his head. "Not like yours, certainly. But I do own five acres down in the Shenandoah Valley. I have a couple that lives there year round, successfully living off the land. We go down there occasionally, long weekends mainly. They do a remarkable job. They raise all their own food."

"Subsistence Farming."

"I prefer Self-Sufficient Farming."

"Semantics," Bruce said. "Most subsistence farmers can't handle one bad year."

"I think you're wrong, Bruce. With the proper training in crop selection and irrigation there doesn't have to be any bad years short of a hurricane or tornado wrecking havoc."

"You're really serious about moving us all back to the land, aren't you?"

Gary's face brightened in a wide smile. "Yes! It's the future of the country. What can be more divine than self-sufficient people living in harmony with nature?"

"You do know how many people live in this country, right?"

"Of course, about 300 million."

"And where is all this land coming from?"

"We're studied it, it's available. Between what the government and the factory farms own, there's sufficient land.'

Bruce just stared at him. He really does believe this bullshit.

"Well, are you with us?" Gary asked.

Bruce shook his head and said slowly, "No. No I'm not. With my intense background in farming, I'm telling you it won't work."

The smile faded on Gary's face. "Okay, maybe I got a bit grandiose. I don't expect it to happen in my lifetime, but it will happen. Look at this bill as a trial run, look at it as moving people with no farming skills to the land, giving them the opportunity and training, and then letting them tell us how effective it is. Would you support it on those grounds."

Bruce chuckled. "Using the power of the government to end government on the road to an agrarian utopian society. You ever heard of Pol Pot and Cambodia, Year Zero?"

"Yeah, I've heard of him but this isn't like that. Are you going to answer my question? Will you support the bill?"

"No, I won't support it."

Gary got up to leave. "It won't come up for a vote until Friday. Will you at least think about supporting it?"

"Okay. I'll think about it, but I doubt I'll change my mind."





Sex and the Capital Ch. 12



Britney closed the door behind him and threw her arms around his neck, bringing his lips down to hers. She kissed him passionately, drawing his tongue into her mouth, making promises, teasing him as his hands moved to her waist, pulling her tightly against him.

After several minutes, she stepped back and held her arms out. "What do you think?"

She was a wearing a blue and white striped cotton corset with lace cups that were having difficulty covering up her protruding nipples. An inch of skin was showing between the bottom hem and the top of her low-rise skintight jeans. In a word, she was HOT!

He smiled at her, trying to find the right word. "You look, uh—luscious."

She stepped close to him. "Luscious, huh? Should I abandon dinner and just take you to the bedroom?"

He grinned at her.

"No. I want to look at your lips across the table, imagining how they're going to feel sucking on my pussy. Hmm, you make me so, so—juicy. Go sit down."

He stared at her, his mouth open, as she turned towards the kitchen. He couldn't believe what just happened. She went from spontaneous sex to using dinner as foreplay before she takes him into the bedroom to eat her. He exhaled and followed her into the kitchen.

The kitchen table was set for two. A pair of candles adorned the center of the table.

"Can I do anything?"

She stopped and looked at him, her mouth opened and her tongue touched her top lip. "I can think of several things I want you to do, but they'll have to wait, they're sexual."

He smiled at her. "Okay."

"Go sit down, we're almost ready."

In a few minutes, they were seated at the table eating their salads as the lasagna cooled on plates in front of them. Garlic bread was the only other item on the table.

"I figured if we both ate garlic bread no one would notice," she said, winking at him. "Besides, as hot as I am, I don't think I'd notice it anyway. Especially where your lips are going."

She didn't say anything as she finished her salad, just looked up at him occasionally, lewdness in her look.

"I like your top," he said.

"I do too," she said as she pulled the cups down over her swollen nipples, "except that it has a hard time containing my nipples. Look at these, do you think they're too long?"

He stared at them for several seconds before answering. His mind blank except for what she was forcing towards him. "They're magnificent. No one has breasts like you. They're mesmerizing. I want to come across this table right now and suck on them."

"Really?" she said as she stood up and moved around to him, stopping and then placing one nipple between his lips.

After a few minutes, she stepped back. "I think the lasagna is cool now."

He exhaled. I don't give a damn about the lasagna. His eyes sent her a 

message of desperation, I want you now.

Still standing in front of him, she squeezed her thighs together. "Ohhhh, you've made me so wet! I'm soaking through these jeans."

He watched as she undid the button and then slowly pulled down the zipper before sliding them over her hips and inching them down her thighs before letting them fall to the floor and stepping out of them. She stood there in a matching G-string. "This thing is soaked too," she said as she pulled it down and kicked it aside with her foot.

She took his hand and placed it on her cunt. "Make me come!"

He inserted his middle finger in her cunt and felt the love juice running down onto his palm. I have to eat her. He slowly began to finger fuck her. She put up with it for about five seconds and then put her hand on his, forcing his finger to the front wall of her pussy. He smiled at her as he gently massaged that sensitive spot, watching her face change from serenity to heightened sensuality in seconds. A few more strokes and she came, her face contorted in ecstasy. He didn't stop, his fingertip continued to gently rub her as her orgasm continued. He watched in amazement, her contractions reverberating in his hand that cupped her pussy, his finger continuing to stimulate her. Ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds went by she continued to come. 

He looked up at her; her eyes were open but oblivious to anything except what was happening deep in her womb, the expression on her face frozen in the throes of passion. Finally, her eyes focused on him for a second and she turned, forcing his finger from her as she collapsed on his lap.

He held her, listening to her rapid breathing, feeling her heart pound away against his chest, waiting patiently for her to regain her composure.

After a few minutes, she stood up and said, "C'mon, let's go to the bedroom."

"Lay on the bed," she said. Turning the pillow lengthwise, she patted the front center and said, "Put your head right here." He followed her instructions and she mounted him, placing her cunt over his mouth as she bent forward and held on to the headboard.

It was overwhelming, the amount of liquid that poured out of her, the aroma, the total intimacy of the position. He was content, willing to spend the evening in this position. 

He felt her shift her position, bringing his tongue to the front wall, wanting him to tongue the G-spot. She shifted slightly and he found it. Seconds later, he felt the quaking resonate through his lips as the contractions began. He didn't stop, his tongue continued to lap at the point of maximum arousal, enjoying her reaction, he lost track of the time but it seemed to go on for several minutes.

She rolled off him and lay there on her side, her eyes closed, trying to regain her breath. He watched her, amazed at the pure sensuality of this young woman. He had never met anyone like her.

Her eyes opened and she smiled. "You're a fantastic lover. You've been here almost two years and we just met. Damn."

She moved onto her back and said. "Eat me again!"

In a flash, he was between her legs, his tongue at the bottom of her cunt. He began to run the tip of it teasingly along the smoothness of one of her inner lips.

She grabbed hold of his hair. "Uh-uh. Foreplay's over, get your tongue in me!"

He obeyed, his tongue caressed the front wall, settling on her G-spot until she began to tremble, then moving it to his target: her clit. He mouthed it, gently rubbing it with his lips and tongue, feeling her body respond to his actions. Pursing his lips, he pulled up until her clit popped out of his mouth, then moved his lips back down, closing over the shaft once again. Twice more and the contractions began. 

He took her in his mouth again and sucked—hard. She screamed and sat up, her breasts pressed down on his head and arms held him in place, not letting him stop. Primal cries came from her lips as her hips pressed against him, her contractions vibrating through his body as he continued to suck.

He didn't know how long it went on, but her cries began to weaken and finally she released him and fell back on the bed.

She lay still after her breathing returned to normal. 

"Are you all right?"

She reached down and grabbed his hard, throbbing cock. "I couldn't handle another orgasm like that. I'm wasted, I just have enough energy to finish you off."

Moving down, her head now level with his hips, she placed one hand on his far hip and pulled him onto his side. "Now, fuck me in the mouth!"

He moved his cock forward and felt momentary resistance as the head contacted her lips. They parted slightly and he forced himself in, her lips tightening on the shaft once the head was inside. Although she demanded that he fuck her, she controlled his movements with her hands. Keeping the head just inside her mouth when she wanted to use her tongue to bring him closer, controlling the depth when pushed his cock inside her, wanting to go deep. 

As he neared, he felt her hand move between his legs and grasp his balls, caressing them, one finger moving up the crack of his ass, gently rubbing the length of it, stopping for a few seconds at the more sensitive areas. The eroticism was too much, three pleasure centers overwhelmed his senses and he froze for a split second, his body primed to pump hot cum into her.

He felt her lips race down the shaft of his cock as she consumed him, taking all of him inside her as the first shot of hot cum exploded against the back of her throat. Her hand fondled his balls as he continued to pump spurts of hot cum into her. As he expended himself, he felt her finger on his ass, gently tracing the outline causing an almost unbearable tingling pleasure in his cock.

He collapsed back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. "My God!"

A few minutes later, she rolled up on her side and kissed him passionately on the mouth.

"I thought you were wasted," he said when she stopped kissing him.

She laughed. "You'd get more response from fucking your hand than you would from me right now, or tomorrow and probably the day after that." She moved and sat cross-legged on the bed. "Saturday's another story. You going to be here?"

He nodded.

She bent over and kissed him. "Ummm, you're my sexual soul mate, you know that?"

He grinned at her.

"I'm ruined. No one can make me come like you do." She laughed and placed her hand on his now limp dick. "You know, you're going to have to divorce your wife and marry me."

Before he could respond, she bent down, kissed him and said, "C'mon let's go warm up some lasagna in the microwave."

He followed her into the kitchen, shaking his head. This is not happening. This is not real. No one can be like her. This is déjà vu, Kathy all over again.



Sex and the Capital Ch. 13



"Look Bruce, I really need to talk with you, it's important," Senator Gary Harris said as the Environmental committee meeting broke up just before lunch. "Can you come to my office in, ah, ten minutes?"

Bruce looked at him hard, about to tell him to go to hell.

"It's important," Gary said and then looked around, no one was in hearing distance, "for your future."

Bruce nodded and glared at him, "I'll be there."

"Bruce," Gary said, a smile on his face, "Sit down, you want coffee or something else to drink?"

"No, I'm fine. What do you want?" he asked.

"Hey, c'mon," he said, "we're colleagues. I want some advice, that's all."

Bruce eyed him. What kind of ruse is this, he wants my advice!

"We talked about my belief in getting people back to the land. You remember that conversation?"

Bruce nodded. What the hell is he getting at?

"You have lots small farms in Indiana, right?"

"Yeah, we do. There're some factory farms but thousands of small farms."

"I want you to co-sponsor a bill with me that would establish a branch within the Department of Agriculture dedicated to small farms with an emphasis on self-sufficiency. What do you think?"

You're an idiot, that's what I think. Being civil, he replied, "As I said before, what you're talking about is subsistence farming, something that was common when people didn't have other employment options. Today it's usually the last step before farmers give up and get a non-farming job. I don't think it will go over."

"Oh, I think it will. I think self-sufficiency is attractive to a lot of people."

Bruce shook his head. "I didn't go into detail about the challenges of farming: drought or too much rain; insect infestation; fungus problems; disease; demand for produce; low prices; there's a lot of adversity out there. One bad year can put you under."

"I'm not talking about commercial farming, I'm talking about self-sufficiency."

Bruce shook his head. "Your small farm in Virginia might make it. I don't know about your tenant farmers, and that's what they are; but you can keep it going because you've got money to make it through the bad years. Real small farmers don't. Two bad years, their credit's exhausted; they're selling their land. It's a hell of way to make a living."

Gary was getting exasperated. "You're missing my point. You want to talk about commercial farms, I'm talking about self-sufficiency."

"I know what you're talking about, damnit. Subsistence farming, or, as you refer to it, self-sufficiency farming, is eking out a living from the land, it's far from commercial farming." Bruce replied. "It won't work. People aren't stupid, they're not going to fall for this."

"You're wrong. It's an opportunity for people to get back to their roots, to work the land, to grow their own food, to get closer to nature, their family, their neighbors. It's a great idea, and it will work."

Bruce shook his head. "I'm going to level with you, Gary. I won't co-sponsor your small-farm bill and I won't support you in this. This is crazy, trying to turn the clock back."

Gary shook his head. "Well, I tried to reason with you, hoped that I could bring you on board. But, unfortunately that's not going to happen. I wish that it hadn't come to this, but, what can else can I do?" he said as he walked over to his desk and pulled out a folder. 

Bruce watched him as he returned with the folder in his hand; puzzlement was replaced by fear as he realized what might be in that folder.

He opened the folder and handed Bruce a small stack of photographs. He glanced at them realizing that they were taken last night in Britney's apartment. He looked at Gary angrily. "You son-of-a-bitch, where did you get these?"

"Never mind where we got them," he said smugly. "You should be asking what we're going to do with them."

Bruce glared at him, his hands at his side, balled into fists. I oughta punch this son-of-a-bitch out. 

Gary stood there, looking at him benignly. He didn't say anything. 

After a few seconds, Bruce regained his senses. "Let me guess, I either vote yes or these get published, right?"

"It's more than that. These are stills from a video. Your performance could soon be seen on the Internet, an X-rated video, downloadable for free."

"I can't believe that Britney is part of this!"

"Let's just say that she's a foot soldier in the war to save the Earth, a good one too. Kathy was too, but she left before we could get you two in action, on tape."

I'm going to kill this son-of-a-bitch! He made a move towards him and then stopped, realizing it would only make the situation worse. I've got to get out of here! He glared at Gary. "Let me think about it."

"Sure, Bruce, you've got until tomorrow afternoon. I'm anxious to see how you vote." He handed the pictures to Bruce. "Take these with you, they're your copies."

Snatching them out of his hand, Bruce walked out the door.

After dropping off his briefcase, Bruce went to Britney's apartment. Knocking on the door, he wondered if she'd open it. After the second knock, she did.

He grabbed her arm and forced her back into her apartment. "Why did you do this, Britney?" 

Alarmed by his actions, she freed her arm and asked angrily, "Do what?" 

"Let that God Damn Harris shoot a video of us in bed!"

"WHAT!" she screamed.

"You heard me. You let that son-of-a-bitch do this."

"I don't have a clue what you're talking about."

He glared at her. "Stay right here, I'll get the pictures." In a minute, he was back. He thrust the pictures in her face.

She took them and glanced at them. "Gary gave you these?"

"Wait a minute," he said suspiciously. "You know Harris?"

"Y-yes," she stuttered.

"You know the bastard but you didn't know what was going on? You're full of shit!"

She shook her head. "No, no, no. They told me I could live here if I would get to know you and try to influence your votes in the committee. That's all it was. They never said anything about sex or pictures or anything. They just wanted me to try and convince you to see our side."

Bruce was still mad. Her plea was falling on deaf ears. "What the hell kind of movement do you guys have? You let yourself be used like that? What's wrong with you?"

Tears welled up in her eyes. "I am part of the movement but I never would have agreed to this. I'm a believer but this is way over the line. You have to believe me, I would never do anything that would hurt anyone, especially you."

"So you belong to a movement that's not above blackmailing me; threatening to ruin my political career; embarrassing me and my family, and you, if you're telling me the truth; besides making a mockery of the democratic system."

She dropped her head and sobs wracked her body. Suddenly she looked up and said, through her tears, "I'm sorry. Please believe me."

He nodded and she threw herself into his arms, sobbing with even more intensity now.

"Okay, okay, take it easy. I believe you; I know you're sorry this happened. I'm not holding you responsible, it's Gary."

Getting control of herself, she released him and stepped back, dabbing at her eyes with the bottom of her t-shirt. "I'm all right now. Can we sit down?"

He took her by the hand and started towards the sofa.

She froze. "No! They have cameras in here. I want to go to your apartment."

"Yeah, you're right. We'll go to my place."

"Do you want anything?" he asked as she sat down on his sofa. 

She smiled at him weakly. "I don't want to be a bother but could you make some coffee?"

"Sure," he said and went into the kitchen.

"What are you going to do?" she asked when he returned, sitting next to her.

"I don't know. My choices aren't good. Succumb and be under Harris' control; go public with it, take Harris down with me; or I could resign."

She looked at him for a long time without saying anything, finally, she said, "If you want to expose the whole thing, I'm with you."

He turned towards her and took her hands in his, "You realize what will happen the minute I stand up to him, don't you?"

She shook her head slowly. "No."

"The video tape goes out on the Internet."

She was silent for several minutes. "If that happened I would bring charges against him. He broke several laws taping me, uh, us. Releasing it to the Internet would compound his problems."

He smiled at her. "You know, I was so concerned about myself that I hadn't even considered that you might be an unwitting accomplice in this, actually a victim."

"Let me talk to the bastard!"

It was his turn to think about the situation. Suddenly he chuckled. "I'm such a dumb-ass. Fred told me to tape any conversations I had with him and I didn't. Didn't even think about it. God damn it."

"I still want to talk to him."

Bruce shook his head. "Let me have tonight to think about it before you do anything. I believe you could keep him from releasing it to the Internet but he would still get the stills to my wife."

He had dropped the pictures on the coffee table when they came in; now, she picked them up. She studied each one, occasionally smiling, before setting them back down. 

"Believe me about the sex. They only asked that I get to know you, try and influence you, uh, through friendship."

A slight smile crossed his face. "You sure came on to me."

She laughed lightly and shook her head. "Animal magnetism. You could have had me after the first hour you were putting that thing together. You were a gentleman all that afternoon, in the restaurant and back at my apartment. When you left I was sexually frustrated."

He smiled at her. "I wanted you too. It was difficult keeping my hands off you. So that thunderstorm is what got us together."

She bowed her head and said, "I have a confession to make. I am afraid of lightning but I exaggerated that story. I used it as a reason to come to your apartment and get next to you. I knew that would do it."

He put his hand on her thigh. "Did it ever. You are one remarkable woman."

She put her hand over his. "You bring out the woman in me. I've dated a lot and mostly been dissatisfied. No one will ever be able to satisfy me the way you can, no one."

He squeezed her thigh. "I don't know what will happen, but I'll always remember you."

She turned to him, shook her head, and kissed him lightly. "You know, I don't know what decision you'll make, but it's over between us. The fallout from this will end everything one way or another. But I don't think it would have lasted anyway. There was no way we could maintain that intensity, once that waned, the affair would have ended."

He took her hands in his again. "I think you just helped me make my decision. I would never do anything to hurt you. I want to keep the memory of what we had." 

She put her arms around his neck and whispered "Thank you," in his ear. She hugged him for several more minutes. "Do me a favor?"

"Sure," he said softly, "What do you want?"

"Make love to me?"

Without a word, they stood up and walked back to the bedroom. She stood in front of him as he sat on the bed and slowly undressed her. 

She sat on the edge of the bed and watched him undress, moving to the center when he was finished. She spread her legs as he moved on top, the head of his hard cock, inches from her cunt. Her arms went around his back as the head spread her lips and pushed inside. She angled her hips up and he buried himself completely.

"This is how I want to remember you," she said. "Making love to me slow and sweet."

His strokes were long and slow, his cock almost escaping on the backstroke, kissing her womb on the down stroke. In and out, long and slow, in and out, long and slow. She held him, her fingers caressing his back.

He controlled himself until the last few seconds. With a low moan, he began to spill his seed deep in her. Her hands moved to his ass and she held him firmly as he expended himself. 

After a minute, her hands move to his upper back. "Thank you," she whispered. That's how I want to remember you. Soft and sweet."



Sex and the Capital Ch. 14



Damn. Damn, damn, damn. How did he find out? Lynne couldn't imagine any other reason that would he be flying home on short notice saying we had something important to discuss. Divorce? Does he want a divorce? God damn it. She shook her head; she should have never had that damn affair. 

She walked into the waiting area and looked at the Arrival's screen. Thirty minutes! Damn, I should have checked before I left home. No! He should have called me.

She plopped down in a seat and said, "Shit!" The man next to her looked over at her with a questioning glance. She ignored him. Her mind was racing, trying to figure out why he was coming home. It kept going back to one thing: her affair with Rick.

Was it the erotic romance novels? Was that the cause? Her mind focused on the affair, trying to figure out exactly what happened, she went back to the beginning...

Never the flirtatious type, she found herself a blatant flirt when it came to Rick, the personal trainer she used at the gym. And why not, he was five years younger than her. He had a great body, a really great ass, and a smile that made her wet. Besides that, he paid attention to her, not just as a trainer, but also as a man. 

She caught herself staring at his crotch many times, particularly when he was spotting her on the bench press. She'd put her hands on the bar, too close together. He'd put his hands on hers to move them to shoulder width and look down at her. She'd smile back at him and glance at his crotch. She remembered the exact time it started. It was on the bench press and she was staring at a partial erection. She looked up at him and opened her mouth while her tongue slowly traced the bottom of her upper lip.

Looking back on it, she felt like a brazen hussy. That gesture was straight out of an erotic novel and the meaning was clear. She, who had never even held a dick in her hand, much less wrapping her lips around one, was signaling that she would give him a blowjob. 

By the third set, he had to make an adjustment, partially hiding what was becoming obvious: his erection.

She sat up after that set and leered at him. "I got a treadmill some time ago and I still can't figure out the control panel. Do you think you could stop by one day and show me how to work it?"

He grinned at her, showing even white teeth framed by lips that most women would envy, his sky blue eyes twinkling. "That's why I always have to set it up for you," he said, his smile widening, "you can't do it."

She blushed lightly. "Yeah, absolutely no mechanical ability."

"Sure, I'll come over. Lunchtime today?"

She felt herself gush when he said that, wondering if the bench would be wet under her crotch when she stood up. "That would be great."

She remembered telling him that the treadmill was in the bedroom. The next she knew they were standing next to her bed in a soul devouring embrace, his tongue halfway down her throat. Moments later she felt his hands move to the waistband of her spandex shorts. Seconds later, they were off and she was on the edge of the bed, her legs over his shoulders, his tongue in her cunt, sucking the juice out of her. His lips moved to her clit and she became a heroine in a romance novel, screaming out as she experienced an earth-shattering orgasm. 

What happened next was surreal. She didn't remember getting on her knees, but vividly remembered the head of his cock pressing against her lips, demanding entrance. Her lips parted and her tongue lavishly welcomed him inside before, her hands on his ass, she took all of him in her mouth. She remembered thinking that she was acting like a porn queen without even knowing what she was doing. With one hand on his hip, the other reaching between his legs, one finger running down the crack of his ass, stopping to knead his balls, she continued to suck him, devouring his cock, anxious to taste his cum.

Visions of tongues and the undersides of cock-heads danced in her head, as her finger ran up and down his butt-crack, her hand stopping to cup and caress his balls while her lips and tongue imitated the sensual oral talents of her favorite erotic character.

He moaned and his hands went to her hand, firmly holding her as he took over, forcefully fucking her mouth with long deep strokes. She remembered the loud yell, his hands holding her face tight against his groin, his balls on her chin, the surprising hotness of that first long spurt of cum against the back of her throat. His hands fell from her head and she pulled back far enough so that he finished coming on her tongue, savoring it before swallowing. 

She shook her head but smiled. It was more than the books; it was she too. Nearing forty was having an effect on her libido. Reading had made her realize what she was missing. Rick just happened to be there at the right time.

The frown returned. Who knew? Nobody knew, nobody could know! She knew that wasn't true, the other fitness trainers had to know. She was betting that there weren't any secrets among them. They probably compared notes, the bastards. 

She looked at her watch. The plane lands in five minutes and I've got guilt written all over my face. God damn it.

Watching the line of passengers, she finally spotted Bruce. Seeing her, he smiled, hurried over and embraced her. "God, I am so happy to see you. You look great."

Not believing what she'd heard, she held him tighter, praying that she was wrong, that he didn't know.

Releasing him, she kissed him and asked, "You check anything?"

"No, just got this carry-on. Let's get out of here."

Driving back, they made small talk, the kids, school, mutual friends. Lynne wondered when he'd mention what brought him home on short notice. What was he talking about when he said I looked great? Was that about fitness, the gym? God, I hope not. Right before they arrived home, she asked, "You going to give me a clue why you came home?"

Turning serious he said, "It can wait. We'll talk about it later."

Damn, she thought.

The kids were all over him when he walked in the door. It was an hour before they let him go.

"I've got some leftover chicken casserole in the kitchen, you want some?"

"Please, I haven't eaten since lunch."

He sat down on the sofa and turned on the TV. His daughter snuggled up next to him. "Daddy, I don't want to move to Washington, I want to stay here."

"Sweetie, we're not moving to Washington. Would you like it better if I moved back home?"

Turning to him, jumping up with her knees on the sofa, throwing her arms around his neck, she said, "Oh, Daddy, do that, please. I don't want to move."

"Okay, but, this is a secret between you and me now. Don't tell anybody, not even your Mother or brother, okay?"

She made a zipping movement across her lips and said, "I never heard a thing."

Lynne walked in with a plateful of casserole and a Dr. Pepper. "What are you two up to, is something going on in here?"

Sonia glanced at her father and said, "Nothing Mother, nothing at all."

"Okay then, bedtime, you got school tomorrow."

Giving her father a big kiss and another hug, she said, "I love you, Daddy," and went off to bed.

"I love you too, sweetie, I'll see you in the morning."

After setting the plate and can on the coffee table she said, "Let me get Sean off the computer. I'll be right back."

Returning, she said, "Okay, he's off. Every night it's the same thing. I believe he'd stay on the computer all night if I didn't tell him to get off. I don't know about that kid sometimes."

"You monitoring what sites he hits?"

"Yeah, the porn sites are blocked. He mainly stays in the sports chat rooms. He really seems interested in Notre Dame and they know about him, too. That's a good sign, isn't it?"

"Does he get on the Irish chat room?"

"He told me he chatted with one of their assistant coaches, that's how he knew they were interested."

"Hey, scholarship, that would help the finances," he said. 

After finishing his late dinner, he said, "Come over here and sit next to me."

She sat next to him; he smiled at her, kissed her, and then said, "You know, I really have missed you."

Speaking seductively, she said, "Hmmm, the kids are in bed, I suppose we could shut this TV off and find something more interesting to do."

A surprised look came over his face. "Let's go, I want to see what you got, woman."

Walking towards the bedroom, unbuttoning her blouse, she said, "I haven't had a shower today, let me get one first."

Walking behind her, his eyes on her ass, he said, "You could just keep on stripping and a shower wouldn't be necessary, you know? 

"This ain't gonna be no quickie, honey, you get a shower too." 

"All right. No quickie, huh? I can deal with that. I'll get in after you."

As he was waiting, he spotted one of her romance novels on the nightstand. He picked it up and casually flipped it open. His eyebrows rose as he read, "...Delilah was kissing his stomach, her hand fondling his balls, she moved her lips further down, now inches away, he raised his hips, moving his dick closer to her mouth. She turned her face and moved down, closing her lips around the shaft as her tongue swirled around the bulbous head." He chuckled. Man, this is pretty explicit stuff. No wonder she's a different woman.

Lynne walked in, a towel around her. Seeing him, she frowned, and then smiled. "What are you doing?"

He laughed. "I didn't realize what was inside these romance novels."

She smiled at him lustily, "It's erotic romance."

"Kind of explicit, isn't it?"

Smiling devilishly, she said, "Yeah, that's exactly what it is."

"I guess so; it's having an affect on me."

Grabbing him where it was getting hard, she said, "You're right, go get in the shower. I'll be waiting for you." 

She got the room ready while he was in the shower. When she finished, she sat on the bed and stared at the bathroom door. His coming home like this can't be about me. This wouldn't be going on if it were. Men don't take their wives having affairs lightly. This definitely isn't about me.

Lynne was lying on the bed wearing a blue satin and lace chemise when Bruce walked into the bedroom. Candles provided the only light; a bottle of Merlot and two glasses were on her nightstand. The sensual sounds of Celine Dion completed the scene.

She looked at him, a lascivious smile on her face. "Pour the wine, honey."

Handing her a glass of wine, he moved to the head of the bed and sat up against the headboard. He held up his glass. "Here's to us."

After toasting, she took a drink and put the glass down. "What were you reading in that book?"

He grinned at her. "Some very explicit oral sex by Delilah. Now I see where you're getting educated. I like it." 

"I think I remember the scene you were talking about. Scoot down and lay on your back. Let's see if I can imitate it."

She kissed his stomach and took his balls in her hand, fondling them gently. "Is this the position that she was in?"

He raised his hips, pushing his cock towards her mouth. "Exactly. And this is what he did. Does he have a name?"

She whispered "Samson" as her lips closed around the head of his cock. Slowly she took him inside her mouth, using her tongue to massage the underside of his cock. After several minutes, she swung her body around, never releasing his cock, continuing to suck on it as she moved her crotch into position, directly over his face.

His tongue slipped inside her and she shifted her hips, positioning him for maximum pleasure as she shifted her attention to his cock. Now in the classical sixty-nine position for the first time in her life, she was enjoying the mutual pleasuring brought about by their mouths.

She felt his hands shift to her groin, his thumbs pulling the hood from her clit as his lips closed around it. Already close from his tongue, she only lasted a few more seconds, muffled moans coming from her mouth, still sucking his cock.

His tongue lay flat against her clit as she concentrated on him, her lips molded over the head as her tongue stroked the bottom of it bringing him closer and closer. She felt his lips pull in her clit as his hips moved up, trying to force himself further into her mouth. She rode him up as her lips held firm, her tongue ravishing him as his lips suckled her clit. He squirmed vigorously before tensing, then pumping hot cum into her mouth. The first jolt of hot cum triggered her, her body convulsing as the contractions released the rapid built-up of tension deep in her womb. Muffled moans came from her as she milked his cock, relishing every drop of cum while he lay under her, his hot quick breaths on her still quivering cunt.

She rolled off him and lay to his side, her arm casually draped across his abdomen. "My God," she said, eyes closed, her body completely spent. "It can't get better than that."

After a minute or so he mumbled, "I know," before closing his eyes and falling asleep.

She waited until he began to snore lightly before she got up and blew out the candles. Returning to bed, she lay next to him, her head on his chest, her hand on his crotch, her fingers holding his limp dick. I hope this wasn't the last time we make love. Closing her eyes, she gently squeezed his cock and was asleep within seconds.

* * *

She was nervous now; not totally convinced like she was last night that Bruce didn't know about her affair with Rick. He would be back in a few minutes from taking the kids to school. This was it; whatever was going to happen would soon happen.

He walked into the kitchen and noticed his wife sitting there, a forlorn look on her face, a cup of coffee in front of her.

"I guess we need to talk," he said.

"We do," she replied.

Her looked into her eyes and then looked away. "I love you, I want this marriage to last and I want us to be happy. Something happened and I want us to work through it. Sometimes we make bad decisions and I think you have to be forgiven."

She started to sob; putting her head in her hands; she couldn't look at him. Her voice barely audible, she said between sobs, "Honey—I'm sorry—I won't ever—

Not hearing her, Bruce said, "What I did was wrong, I was weak, I gave in to temptation..."

WHAT? It's him, he was unfaithful, he's confessing. Thank you God, thank you. 

She let him finish and then looked up at him, tears in her eyes. "How could you do that, how could you jeopardize our marriage, how could you do it?"

"Honey, I'm sorry, it was a moment of weakness; you have every right to be mad. It's my fault."

She got up and walked to the door. 

"Wait, Lynne, come back here."

"No! I've got to think, leave me alone. I'll be out on the deck."

He watched the door close behind her.

She pulled her robe tight against the cold and leaned on the rail. Damn, what do I do now? Do I confess too? She was keenly aware of the double standard. If they did it, it's bad; if we do it, it's horrible. I'm not saying anything. But what if he finds out? She shook her head, she'd take the chance, if he'd known it, it would have come out by now. 

Going back in, she got another cup of coffee. He asked her if she's ready to talk again. She looked at him, shook her head and went back outside.

Looking back on her affair, she smiled. It was good, damn good sex. She really didn't know how to the use the control panel, asking him here was legit. Of course, both of them knew that that was just a cover for sex. How many times was he here, six, eight? Hmmm. Her thighs involuntarily closed, her cunt clenching, thinking of him. Stop thinking about him, it's over! 

Her thoughts went to the gym; there was no indication that anyone knew anything. It had been over for more than two months. No one had hit on her; no one looked at her like they knew. It ended when he started dating that new aerobics instructor. Now he acted like nothing happened. She shook her head and made her decision. No, Bruce won't find out. I'm not confessing anything.

Okay, how am I going to handle this? After thinking about it she decided she would be the martyred wife, forgiving him for the sake of the family, the marriage. But, she wanted some assurance from him that it would never happen again. 

He was still sitting at the kitchen table when she went back inside. She sat down across from him and said, "Okay, tell me everything."

He exhaled and said, "It's more than what I said before."

Anger flashed across her face. "What? It was more than once?"

He exhaled again. "Let me just tell you, get it all out in the open, then we can talk about it, okay?"

Getting up to refill her cup, she said nothing until she sat back down. "Start."

He looked down at the table. "I had two affairs, one with an intern, one with a college student." Not getting a reaction, he continued. "The problem was—was that I was set up. Both these girls were directed to have affairs with me so that they could influence my votes on the Environmental committee."

She glared at him. "C'mon, you don't expect me to believe that, do you?"

"Let me finish, please."

Continuing to glare at him, she nodded.

"I was asked to vote for a specific bill. I told them, Gary Harris, to be specific, that I wouldn't vote for it. He showed me the pictures, stills from a videotape, said that they would be published on the Internet if I didn't vote yes."

Not quite believing what she just heard, she said incredulously, "What? That doesn't happen in real life. You're making this up."

"My choices were to be blackmailed, be exposed or resign. I'm going to resign."

Her eyes got large. "You're telling the truth?"

"Yes, I am. I can't win in this situation. I know I was wrong; that I can spin it all I want, but I was still wrong. It takes two and I was one of 'em."

Concerned now, she said, "You're going to give up your Senate seat?"

He looked her in the eye, nodded his head, and said calmly, "Yes, I haven't been happy there anyway. It's just pure political bullshit. It's nothing like I thought it would be. The way things are there, I don't think I would have sought re-election anyway."

"What are we going to do?"

"I don't know exactly, we'll be starting all over, it won't be easy. I don't blame you if you want out, if you want a divorce. I don't want that, but I can't blame you if you do."

Worry turned to anger, she said, "God damn it, Bruce. Now, I've got to think about this too. You got any more surprises? Is anybody pregnant?"

Smiling weakly, he said, "No, no, that's it. That's enough, isn't it?"

She got up from the table and announced, "I'm going to change and go for a walk I've got to think about this."

He nodded his head. "Okay, look, while you're gone, I'm going to call the Governor. You have a problem with that?"

She shook her head. "No, see what he says. I've just got to put this all in perspective. This is too much, too fast, too serious. I've got to think."

"I understand, go ahead."



Sex and the Capital Ch. 15



"Good Morning, this is the Governor's office. How may I help you?"

"Good Morning, Leslie, this is Senator Reingold. Is the Governor available?"

"Good to hear from you, sir, let me check."

After several minutes, the Governor came on the phone. "Good Morning, Bruce, what's going on?"

"Good morning, sir. A situation's come up and I'm going to resign from the Senate. Personal reasons is all I want to say until we can get together to discuss it. I wanted to give you a heads up, I know you have some decisions to make."

The governor chuckled. "It's not funny but I was just thinking about this type of situation the other day. I've got a contingency plan; I've got to talk to a few people first though. Are you free tomorrow?"

"I'm at your disposal, sir."

"Fine, I'll have Leslie set it up. You want to release a statement now, or wait until after we meet?"

"I think I'd rather wait."

"Yeah, that's better. We need to discuss the details first. How's Lynne taking this or have you told her?"

"I told her, she's not happy with the circumstances but supports my decision."

"That bad, huh, what the hell did you do?"

"I'd rather wait until we meet to get into the specifics, sir. The whole situation is not good. Let me leave it at that for now, okay?"

"All right, Bruce. I'll have Leslie get back with you. See you in the morning."

"Yes, sir, good-bye."

Thirty minutes later, Lynne walked in the door, looking composed. "Well, did you talk to the Governor?"

"Yeah, we're going to meet tomorrow morning to discuss it."

"I guess he agreed with you. When are you going to announce it?"

"I'm going to wait until after I meet with him. I want his advice on how to handle it."

"Are you going to admit infidelity?" she asked, anxiously.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Well, I thought I would just come clean. You don't think that's best?"

She walked over to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of water. After opening it and taking a swig, she said, "If you don't, what are the chances of this information getting out? Is Harris going to risk his involvement by exposing you after you resign?"

Thinking for a moment, he said, "I don't think so. It wouldn't serve any purpose but to embarrass me, uh, us. Politically, this would finish him too."

"Who else knows about it?"

" I don't know about Harris's side. The only other person I've told is Fred Waring, he won't say anything."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, he has as much contempt for the system as I do. I'm sure about him."

"So, you're sure Harris would be bringing down his little house of horrors, or maybe whores is a better word, if this whole thing went public?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I know I can get at least one other person to substantiate what I'm saying."

She stared at him for a long time; anger rising to the surface again. "I don't want one of those whores substantiating anything, period." After glaring at him for another minute, she continued. "Let me tell you something. You've jeopardized our marriage, that's a fact. I'm willing to forgive, that's also a fact. You're contemplating bringing massive public humiliation down on your family, me, your children. Don't do it! I don't give a damn if public exposure brings the whole sordid, sleazy mess we have for a federal government into the limelight. I don't care; it's not worth it." Sticking her finger in his chest, she continued, "You owe me, and your family a bunch. Don't you even think about going public with this."

Startled by his wife's aggressiveness, he stepped back. "Okay, honey. I won't, I will not say anything besides personal reasons." 

"Fine," she said firmly and then, looking directly into his eyes, said, "God damn you." Seconds later, the sobbing began. He came over and put his arms around her, holding her close, not saying a word.

Suddenly she stopped and stepped back from him. "Don't you ever touch another woman! Promise me that?" 

"I promise, honey, I promise."

Composing herself, she said, "Let's get some coffee and talk about the Governor and what he's going to do."

He poured two cups of coffee and brought them to the living room. Sitting them on the coffee table, he sat down next to his wife on the sofa.

"So, what do you think the Governor will do?" she asked.

"I'm not sure, exactly. He'll either put his Chief of Staff, Mercouri, in my place or take Carl Johnston, the State Senator. It will be one of those two."

"Do you think he has any plans for you?"

"I don't know."





Sex and the Capital Ch. 16



"Minneapolis-St. Paul!" she said, as they sat down at the gate.

He smiled at her and said, "You put me in charge of the wedding and the honeymoon, now you have to live with it. Do you know who's playing this weekend?"

"No!" she said coyly. "You wouldn't do that to me."

"I guess you'll have to wait and see, won't you?"

She grinned at him. "The only way you'll be watching basketball this weekend is if they're playing in the Food Court at Mall of America."

He patted her on the leg. "I wondered how long it would take for you to realize that the Mall of America was there."

"You just scored one major point, keep playing."

"It should be a good weekend," he said.

"Oh, it will."

She stepped over to the window of their suite at the hotel and exclaimed, "There it is, the Mall of America!"

He stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "We have an appointment at the Chapel of Love at two o'clock. That gives you about two hours to get ready. Do you think you can make it?"

She took his hands and brought them up her breasts. "Of course."

He squeezed. "Ah, we're close enough to the wedding for me to fondle the bride."

"No!" she exclaimed, pulling his hands down. "Actually seeing the Mall of America made me lose my head for a second. We're getting married in there?"

"Yes," he said as his hands dropped down to her hips and pulled them to him as he ground his half-hard cock into her ass.

She wiggled her butt into him. "Cool."

Lynne came out of the bathroom and stood before him. "Well, do I look like somebody you want to marry?"

The cream-colored jersey wrap dress with three-quarter sleeves looked stunning on her. The black piping accented her narrow waist and the moderate scoop neckline displayed just a hit of cleavage. 

He stepped in front of her and took her hands. "You look beautiful!"

"Thank you, darling."

He moved to kiss her but she stepped back. "No! You'll mess up the lipstick. You have to wait until we say 'I do'."

He feigned a hurt look then broke out in a big smile. "After I say 'I do', I will 'do' you, right here, before dinner."

"Hmm, if I was a young girl that might happen. But I'm an older, wiser woman at THIS MALL. Let's weigh my options here." She held out her hands palm up. "In this hand we have the Mall of America and in the other we have a man I've made love to many times in the past. Which one will it be?"

She moved her hands up and down, uncertainly on her face.

He moved over and pushed 'his' hand down. "The older, wiser woman doesn't want her husband walking around the Mall of America with a hard dick." 

She laughed. "You know, men don't understand women. You bring me up here to this shopping paradise and then try and keep me from shopping. Is this payback for no sex since Monday?"

He held his hands up in front of him and professed his innocence. "I never thought of it that way, but that makes sense, doesn't it?"

"Okay, you win," she said. "We'll come back her right after the ceremony."

He smiled broadly.

"Are you going to be satisfied consummating this marriage with a quickie?"

He thought for a second. "Aren't we getting a bit frivolous over a serious renewal of our vows?"

She nodded solemnly. "You're right."

"You want to come back her to change clothes, right?" he asked.

"Yes, I'd be much more comfortable in something else."

He grinned as he put his hand on her ass. "Consummation with a quickie right after the ceremony and then a serious rededication to each other later tonight."

She smiled as he continued to rub her ass. "Sounds like a deal to me."