The Senator's Wife's Needs

The Senator's wife needed a personal assistant part three.

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The surgery for my breast enhancements shifted from the Seattle to the Beverly Hills plastic surgery center. Miranda had a close friend who'd had some facial work as well as body shaping and new lovely breasts. We had lunch at her place in Medina a block from the two famous ex-husband and ex-wife's place.

Her name was Cheryl and Miranda told me she was going to be fifty in a few weeks. If asked and I did not know better I would have guessed maybe thirty six. She looked vaguely Hispanic and was probably five foot four, every time turned her tits would jiggle in her off white silk blouse that was unbuttoned down past, well two buttons. When she turned I could see her full soft breasts with a slight sag laying on her chest.

Cheryl and Mir had attended the University of Washington together and were sorority sisters together, and so obviously had been lovers and to some extent, there was still deep affection for each other.

Mir joked about her magnificent tits and she unbuttoned the last two buttons with this devilish smile staring straight at me and pulled apart the blouse revealing these big natural tits and then she cupped them with her hands and bit her lips.

Without thinking I murmured, "Fuck me you are so beautiful."

Mir touched my hand, and said, "It's been a while for us, we've not been together for years. Why don't you uber back to our place and connect with Willie. Everything you saw, face, ass, tummy, neck has all had significant work and that's where we will go. I 'll text you tomorrow about flight times.

She leaned and gave me a soft tongueless kiss on my lips and pulled away, but I held her wrist and murmured, "I love your Mir, totally, don't do this, "as tears formed in my eyes.

"Baby, "she said softly, "you're a grown women in a complicated relationship. Willie is your husband and I'm your wife. We both have other relationships. Grow up."

Then Cheryl was beside me and she said, "Girl don't be upset, we're just playing."

I looked straight into her eyes and said, "Yes you are," which caused her to step back startled."

I gathered my clutch and turned away from them and just outside the front door, saw I had strong coverage on my phone and I called an uber and when he came I told him to take me to the Silver Cloud just north of Husky stadium where I'd got all dolled up to meet Miranda and Willie months ago.

On the way I called Mama and she picked up on the first ring and she said, "I was beginning to wonder if you'd forgotten about us."

"Mom, never ever. Where are you?"

"I'm at home your daddy is in Ottawa, working on some permits for a new business. They're pulling all of their business out of the States."

"Umm, would you mind if I flew home tonight?"

"I'm in a complicated situation and I need your love and brains to help me through this, because in three or four years I will be set for life. Mom please remember I'm a grown ass woman and I need to plan and protect myself. I'm twenty four now. I want to be out of this by the time I'm twenty eight, shortly thereafter married with my baby factory at full tilt. Okay?"

She said, "What am I missing?"

"I'm fucking both of them and care for both of them deeply, but they're swingers and I'm not going to do that, I really fell hard for Miranda, but she's sleeping with an old lover today for the next few days and did it right in front of me and told me to leave, broke my heart. Now what's complicated is I think I will be worth millions of dollars. They own personally, or she does Haute Couture houses in Paris and another high end shoe factory in Amsterdam. I'm going to be an influencer and swimsuit model for them in Europe."

"Miranda is cheating on Willie and I with this woman and they're in the live style. Mom are there lesbian exclusive swinger's groups?"

She said, "Grammie's the third with that couple in Nanaimo."

I said, "She told me about how she cheated on gramps too. She didn't think you knew."

"Oh hell, mom said, "she's fucked more men and women on this island than there's trees here, absolute slut, makes your bio mom look like a saint."

"Well, she said, "There is more, despite your father's holier than thou pronouncements and commitments to me and our kids, he's been having an affair with this married woman a politician in Victoria. He told me cared for me but was no longer in love with me.

"Okay, well let's huddle up you and me and we'll strategize and tell Grammie afterwards once we figured out what to do."

It was a long day, I landed in Campbell River at about nine o'clock, there was still some daylight. Mom picked me up and we went to a bar and drank some daiquiris and had some delightful sockeye and ling cod. At different times we both cried and hugged and I was absolutely furious with my dad, the stupid shit of a man.

"Mom I want to set up trusts around the wealth that flows from what I do and I want you to be the executor of the trusts and manager of the money, hire money managers in the States, because the Canadian Stock exchange is a joke. I have citizenship in Canada and the U.S. But I want to live here, maybe near Victoria. I want you and the kids to move in with me, we'll build a house. For us and when I get married."

"You're divorcing dad right?"

She said, "Yes, I have an attorney in Victoria, Mathilda Feinberg and she's a shark, he has a three year old kid with his lover, for fuck's sake, I feel like castrating the fucker, but she's got it all figured out. Our farm here we got together and I'll get it plus child support."

"Then when it's all settled, I'll sell it for top dollar and we'll get the house for us."

"Can you see if she'll be our attorney too, to set up the trusts and stuff?"

"When are you serving him, " she looked at her phone and pulled up a picture of

Dad in a bedroom with some BBW skank, she said. " six hours ago.

We drove home to the farm and had a blunt and some chocolate ice cream with pistachio nuts on it. She slept in my room with me not wanting to be in their marital bed, as Dad had fucked his girlfriend there. In the morning, we were spooned and my leg was thrown over her hips and her head was on my arm and her fine hair was in my face and I could smell the smoke and a lemon scent and she had this really cute little buzz snore going, I really wanted her and wanted to make her forget and think about our future. She had stopped her snoring and I felt her slightly wiggle her ass into my thong covered cunt, and she was snoring again.

We needed to get through this, but I wanted her badly, she was fragile but tough and so fucking beautiful and I had a kink for older women.

She said, no longer asleep, "Fuck me baby, no strings attached."

It was sweet, slow, I seduced her kissing her neck from behind, pulling on her very long nipples, we tribbed, she was multi-orgasmic as I found her g-spot with two fingers.

I had not heard from Willie or Miranda in close to two days. We were laying together, side to side, both in tee shirts and sweats. Very much content with two satiated women, softly chattering about nothing and everything. She was twelve years older than me, which for me meant possibilities.

We heard Grammie coming up the stairs and she went to the marital bedroom and not seeing anyone, she came down the hall and opened the door and took a long stare and both of us. She said to Ginger, "Why are you divorcing Tom?"

Ginger spoke, "Well Grammie you are aware, that he's had an affair for at least four years and has a child with this tub of goo and judging by the video of him fucking her, she's probably pregnant again. Why didn't you tell him to stop? Why didn't you tell me?"

Ginger went on, "Pack your stuff up and leave, I will get custody and this farm and I can't trust you around my kids or me. You're a cheat and a thief. Be gone by noon."

Grammie raised an eyebrow to me in question.

"Family first Grammie, always, you're still narcistic as is Dad, obviously you enabled him and hid this from me and Ginger. I'm not sure how I'm going to forgive you, but I know it will take time."

We stayed there, briefly talking, my half siblings were at her parent's home in Sydney which is near Victoria. She said, "Tom has basically only lived here off and on for three years, saying he had be way on business, but was living with her and

Mathilda cited infidelity in the filing."

I picked up my phone off the bedstand and there was a missed text message from Willie from last night and then another an hour ago from Miranda, I ignored them.

Grammie shut the front door and there was a pick up truck with a man helping her with her stuff, and they briefly kissed and got in his pickup and left.

I said, "Who the fuck is he?"

That's John Larson, he's the husband of a good friend of mine, Tina and they have two kids and live three farms down. Grammie is a homewrecker."

Ginger had snapped a picture of them kissing and just like that texted to her friend.

She said, "Don't you love technology."

We went downstairs and had some pork sausage, poutine and buckwheat pancakes, with lots of coffee.

We cleaned up our mess and poured some more coffee. She said," What are your plans today?"

I said, "I've some texts I have to respond to from my lovers that I need to respond to and reassure them I've not gone off the reservation, I will cite the divorce and helping you and that I will join them in Beverley Hills for my plastic surgery, then I am going for a run."

She said with a raised eyebrow, "Plastic surgery?"

"I'm going to be an influencer and swim suit, lingerie model for Miranda's Haute Couture houses in Paris and a shoe manufacturer based in Amsterdam. I am six foot three and I have C-Cups. Proportionally, if I was five foot four, it would be like having A-Cups. They will be big, GG and soft and jiggly and look real, the women Miranda was fucking, Cheryl is fifty and looks thirty five."

Ginger said, "I probably need a reduction and some facework and I would really like a bigger ass. I should come with, okay?"

I said, "I don't see why not."

Rather than text Miranda, I facetimed her and she picked up instantly, she looked deeply worried and I pretended not to notice and said, "Baby, I miss you I'm home at Campbell River, it's a total shit show, Defcon four, my parents are divorcing, my dad's been with another woman for four years and has a kid with her and she's pregnant again. I'm helping mom and will need to be up her through next weekend. Mom's angry and then she cries, I'm helping her. Can we connect in Beverley Hills a week from Monday?"

Miranda had a concerned sad look on her face, when she responded she looked relieved and supportive all at once and said, "Monday is fine, I'll set it up."

I said, "Mir, Mom wants a reduction some face work. Probably a tummy tuck and a porn star booty, " I smiled and shook my head, "Once you go black, " and didn't finish as Miranda cackled, I added, "She'll pay for it of course."

"Baby are we okay, "Miranda said softly, "I've been worried sick."

I decided to be real, "Mir, it broke my heart, but I forgive you. I love you with all my heart as I've never loved anyone. If Willie cheated on me, I sort of half way expect him to do that, but I ache when we're apart. Cheryl's remark made me realize that you, Willie and Cherly are in the life style, right, swingers, plus your toe rings?"

Miranda said, "We are in a very exclusive group, very wealthy people, government people, so yes we are."

I said, "Mir, I can't do that, please say it's okay because I can't lose you."

She said, "Not a problem at all."

I said, "I don't need to be crude, but how can I be protected from STDs?"

She spoke, "When we play, everyone has a test from their doctor within five days asserting they're clean and have not had sex in the last five days."

"One more practical question, "I'm setting up some trusts with mom as the executor that I want my pay to flow into, it helps me tax wise, especially when I'm in Paris, for example, I can avoid U.S. taxing authority and double taxation here in Canada. I'll have the paperwork ready by the time I'm all healed up."

I was talking rich people tax cheaters language and she was fine. For me when she confirmed the swinger shit part of me died, but I decided to wall off my heart and be practical.

Six weeks later I still had some bruising, but my tits were incredible, soft and big and they'd sway. I could suck on my nipples. I did get persuaded to get a Brazilian butt lift with some augmentation and some lip work, Ginger looked like she was in her late twenties. We went shopping, dresses, shoes, lingerie (I loved shelf bras, showing the girls high and proud), bathing suits, stockings, spa with wax and massage.

The first night Ginger and I were talking, I was sleeping in Miranda's bungalow in the Beverley Hills Hotel, Ginger had her room in the hotel per se.

She said, "Miranda has been hitting on me furiously and she actually banged me yesterday when you were at the doctors and I feel so embarrassed about it, I was drunk and it'd been since forever, when we were together."

I was surprised but not disappointed with her. I said, "It's all good, fuck her brains out, she needs to spread away from Willie a bit, he's a dog."

"What about you two, Emmy?"

I answered, "She's in the live style and no matter what she's going to sleep with a lot of other men and women. I'd rather you be in her bed, than somebody I don't know and it might be a nice rebound affair for you. If you two fall in love, I'm okay with that, because in a few years, I'm out of this and married."

That night I watched an exhibition game between the two professional basketball teams at Crypto.com Arena in Los Angeles, I was sitting right next to the Clipper's bench there was this player David Hardon, who was not playing much because it was not a real game. He was flirting shamelessly, but he seemed nice and he had this long beard and he was a man and my tummy started buzzing and I was wet.

I was wearing some TEMU knockoff open toed red pumps and a super tight red mini skirt. I had a very expensive top, that showed everything, decolletage, side boob, backless and belly diamond that Miranda bought me. I had super long red nail extensions. My lips were lined in a thin brown line deep, showing off my red lipstick covered plump lips, plus extra-long eye lash extensions.

At the end of the game, I leaned in said, "Playa, I be needing you to hit my cooze tonight, she be telling me fuck dat playa he no boy, " I showed him my smart phone and said, "Baby selfie wit me?"

He leaned in for the picture and at the last mom he turned and was kissing me tongue deep in my mouth and I melted my big soft girls into him. Lots of people got a photo of that as I wrapped my arms around him. We pulled apart finally and I said softly, "You a grown ass beautiful man and I need to you fuck me. I'm in a bungalow at the Beverly Hills Hotel, I'm a model Emmy Bash, No games baby, Come soon, do you drink? "

He said, "I'll be there in an hour, I don't drink."

Back at the bungalow, I hung out the do not disturb sign on the door with one of my pink thongs. When he arrived I had nothing but my heels on and as the door opened a dozen paparazzi took a thousand shots of our embrace. He left two days later, he fucked my brains out and such stamina.

He was smart, very close to his mother and brother, in fact he called her and we face timed and she asked me what I did and I said, "I played volleyball in college, Olympic trials and professionally and was the influencer, model for three Parisian haute couture houses, my daddy is Tom Bash and he played in the league as a back up center for about eight years."

She said, "What u want from my boy?"

I blushed and said, "Being together is good enough for me. Ultimately, and I have no idea where David is, but I'm not a playa, I want to be a wife and mama. Lots of kids."

I went on, "My dad cheated on my mom recently, I am so disgusted with him right now. I know from talking to you and David, he's a respectful man and loves his mama to death."

She looked like she was about to cry.

I said, "It was so nice to meet you Mama."

David ended the session and said, "How'd you know to call her Mama?"

I looked at him, rolled my eyes and kissed him and said, "Baby she be your mama, course I call her dat."

End The Senator's wife needed a personal assistant part three.