This story was written before the election results. Enjoy
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Barack slid the key card into the slot on his hotel room door, opened it, and walked into his suite. He took his suit jacket off and slung it over the arm of the large couch that filled the center of the room. He saw Michelle's suit jacket on the arm of one of the overstuffed chairs that flanked the couch. He loosened his tie a little, dropped his lithe frame down on the couch and sighed. Barack picked up the remote and flipped on the large, flat-screen television that faced him. He flipped past the hotel's default information channel to CNN.
He didn't really listen to what was being said on the television and rubbed his tired eyes. He went over the day's events in his mind. He had spoken at two rallies in the Pittsburgh area that day, and done two the day before in the Cleveland area. Between those, he had held numerous strategy meetings and met with local politicians who were trying to ride his coattails into office. It was an exhausting schedule.
He could hear Michelle in the other room closing a closet door. "Hey baby, I'm back," he said loudly from the couch. Michelle smiled at him as she walked through the doorway.
"Hi sweetie," she replied. "You were wonderful today." She walked over to the chair on which her jacket lay and sat, facing her husband, on the arm. "You look pretty beat," she commented.
"Yeah, it's all so tiring," he replied. "Not that I don't think it's worth it...I really want to do this and we're so close." He paused. "It's just more the media game that I have to play...answering all those questions and responding to critics. Why should I have to do that? Don't they just release that this should be my election?" Barack asked to no one in particular. "I should be ahead by a landslide..."
"Honey, honey, please," Michelle interrupted. "It'll come our way in the end." She looked at him with a pitying smile.
Barack looked at his wife and smiled. His eyes drifted from her eyes down to her neck, the dark skin contrasting with the cream of her silk blouse, her breasts protruding slightly from the silk, down to her hips, framed nicely by the dark suit skirt. His eyes travelled lower to her legs, exposed from the mid-thigh down as she sat on the arm of the chair. She really has great legs, he thought.
Michelle noticed him staring. She smiled. How quickly his mind changes, she thought. She rose and took the three steps to the couch and stood in front of her husband. She reached her hand down and took his that lay on the arm of the couch. "You need to do a little relaxing honey," she said with a grin.
"Do I?" he replied with a slight grin.
She leaned down over him, putting her head besides his, her mouth near his ear. Barack could smell her perfume. She whispered slowly in a husky voice, "Yes, you do. Let's get out of these clothes and I'll show you how." Michelle stood straight again and kicked off her heels. As Barack watched, she pulled the hem of her skirt up her thighs and then lifted her right leg over his outstretched legs so that she was standing, straddling him.
Barack's eyes were fixed on her thighs. The hem of her skirt came down just enough to hide her underwear. He looked up at her and smiled; desire filled his eyes. Michelle lowered herself onto his thighs sighing contentedly as her mound pressed against his thighs. Barack rested his hands on her hips.
"What are you planning," he asked playfully as Michelle began to untie his tie.
"Well, first, we're going to get undressed. Then, I want to take your thick cock in my mouth," she said slowly in her best 'bad girl' voice. She pulled the tie out from around his collar and threw it aside. She then started with his buttons. She felt Barack's hands at her sides; he ran them up and down her body, feeling her softness through the silk.
Michelle finished with his shirt buttons and pulled the starched, cotton shirt up out of his pants. She lowered her hands to his belt and undid it, pulling it out of the loops and tossing it on the ground. Her fingers momentarily fumbled with his waist band, but she got that undone and then unzipped his fly. She pressed her hand against his crotch and felt the bulge and hardness and smiled at him.
Barack let out a small groan of pleasure as he felt his wife press against his cock. He greedily began to unbutton her blouse starting at the top and quickly moving down as she rubbed him through his pants. As he unbuttoned her shirt, he could feel Michelle rocking back and forth on his thighs, rubbing her mound on his legs. He then pulled her blouse out from under her skirt and pushed it back off her shoulders. The tops of her breasts peaked out over the top of her bra.
