Nancy smiled as she looked out at the trees. It was summer. She could feel a lingering lust in her shapely limbs as she remembered her husband's lecherous, hot caresses of the night before. She doubted if any other senator-to-be's wife could boast of such wild, unrestrained fucking from her husband! Now, instead of ignoring her the way he had when they had first been married and he was starting out in establishing his law firm, he insisted on fucking her frequently, pulling her down onto the den couch with him at the oddest moments, or pushing everyone out of the office or election headquarters so that they could lie together on the floor and squirm nakedly together in the middle of a busy afternoon.
Nancy blushed at the thought, but it was wonderful to feel desired by her husband, and she felt she had changed because of his attentions, becoming much more desirable and passionate. Her slender, voluptuous body had grown accustomed to the ever more intense fuckings that her husband treated it to, and Nancy often thought of herself as an animal who needed more and more love, like the love she got with Dan Michaels. Only this love was not sinful or evil since she indulged in it with her own consent!
"Nancy!"
She jumped at the sound of her husband's voice and turned toward him.
"Yes, darling," she replied, looking at his thick auburn hair and those piercing but kindly brown eyes and the strong chin that she loved so well.
"What are you thinking?" he asked.
Nancy blushed and looked at Steve's secretary who was standing nearby. The young woman smiled and turned to leave the office.
"Thinking about the good fucking I gave you last night?" he asked, even before the secretary had left the room.
"Steve!" Nancy cried.
The door closed behind the secretary and Steve rose to catch his wife around the waist. He held her close up against him, so close that Nancy could feel every ridge of his rising cock against her soft trembling belly.
"Yes," she admitted. "Yes, I was thinking of that!"
"Want some more?" he inquired, teasingly, holding her tighter still, until Nancy could feel the beginning of the weakness that she often got before she gave in completely to the mounting strength of her desire.
"Tonight ... as soon as you come home!" she replied, kissing him softly on the neck, her arms twined about his neck. As much as she enjoyed the wickedness of being fucked by her husband in his campaign headquarters, she really didn't have time for it today. She was supposed to meet Dan in an hour. She had a few things to do before she met him for their once a week meeting, and her pussy tingled hotly at what he might have planned for that afternoon.
"I have a few minutes right now," Steve declared, "for a quick fuck."
The softness of her summer dress made Nancy feel almost naked as she stood there in his arms. As it was, she no longer wore any bra at all, hadn't worn one for years, and she had on only the briefest of bikini panties, so tiny that they just barely covered the tiny dark triangle of her fur-covered pussy. She could feel the tops of her inner thighs rubbing warmly together, and she parted her legs ever so slightly, feeling a fullness and a yearning for his cock fucking deep in her belly that made her shiver. Her cunt was getting wet.
She was about to agree to a quickie when a buzzer sounded behind them at her husband's desk.
Steve left her and pressed a button.
"Mr. Brown on the line, sir," his secretary replied.
Nancy made a face and Steve looked at her as if to say, "What can I do?" Phillip Brown was the leader of the Republican Party in Kansas, and it was important to Steve Connor's campaign that he have his support. It would mean the difference between winning and losing.
"Put him on," Steve said, sitting down in the wooden desk chair.
Nancy approached him and kissed him gently on the forehead. "Charm him silly," she said. "You need his support."
Steve grabbed his wife around her waist and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply before he answered the phone.
"Mr. Brown, glad you could return my call."
Steve let go of his wife and motioned for her to lock the door, and, with a secret smile, she did so. His wife was very good at knowing what he wanted. If he wanted to fuck, which was what he normally wanted to do, then she would want to as well. They had one hell of a successful arrangement, even to being able to have their own extramarital activities, as long as they were very discreet and they wouldn't hurt his political career.
Nancy's reddish hair was tied back in a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck, and now as she stood beside her husband, she untied it, letting it fall in silken copper waves around her shoulders. Her bright gray eyes sparkled with anticipation. Her heart-shaped face was free from all but a minimal amount of makeup. A look of anticipation passed over her face as she knelt down on the floor beside her husband's seated figure.
"Sure, lunch sounds fine. My wife? Certainly she'd love to come with us tomorrow. That sounds fine. We can leave the discussion until then. Right." He hung up the phone as his wife reached toward the zipper of his fly. The soft sound of it unzipping seemed to fill the room as Steve swung his chair around sideways. Easily, Nancy's deft fingers reached up and clasped the thickly throbbing mass of Steve's cock. He leaned his head back against the chair and let his mind be absorbed by her fingers as they began a slow up and down movement on the nakedly exposed flesh.
Nancy held her husband's thick pulsing penis in one hand and began to pull the thick foreskin down, sending the rubbery tip of his prick shooting upward to glisten nakedly in the air.
"Nice and hard," she mumbled so softly that no one in the outer offices could hear. "Oooooh, how nice!" "Oooohhhh, is that sperm I see at the tip baby?" She looked up inquiringly and Steve nodded to her once more, in such a way that she knew perfectly well what he meant. Standing up, Nancy slid her thin summer dress upward, revealing beneath it her shapely, well developed legs, tanned to perfection. She removed her sandals and stood in her bare feet on the deep pile of the rug of Steve's headquarters, and then, reaching upward, she began to slip off her flimsy silk panties. Nancy's pussy was covered with deep coppery curls, and Steve could feel his hardened cock give an excited jerk at the sight of it. One large spray of semen lurched out from the tip of his rod splatting on the floor.
"Ohhhh Shit baby. You're already loaded up!" He watched with admiration as his wife's face clouded over with a desire that promised one hell of a fuck and made his cock jerk painfully again releasing another wad of semen. His imagination leapt ahead to what was to come. Nancy's soft lips quivered as she slowly moved closer.