The Senators Wifes Needs Pt 04

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

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Emmie fell in love with Miranda while servicing the Senator's needs here:

https://www.literotica.com/s/the-senators-wifes-needs-pt-02

Then Emmie recovers from the heart break of Miranda cheating on her and Willie

https://www.literotica.com/s/the-senators-wifes-needs-pt-03

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Ginger, Miranda and I were comfortably ensconced in Miranda's eight bedroom home in the fourth arrondissement. We had been here for six weeks. I was spending all day long at both her houses of haute couture with designers and dress makers for one and the other house was strictly lingerie and sleep ware. We were to go to Amsterdam next week to meet up with her shoe maker. The idea was that there were fall shows beginning in October.

Ginger and Mir had it bad. Ginger fell for her fast, she shrieked with pleasure, all the time, she'd never known such constant love and incredible sex. I was using my vibrator mostly. I did hook up with a model who worked with the first of Miranda's haute couture houses, in fact I flaunted it in front of Miranda and she did not care.

I knew what it felt like to be dumped and it had already happened and she was allowing me to be her employee and I needed to find somewhere else to live and work.

I called Willie on my smart phone and he answered, he was in Seattle, politicking and meeting locally. It was four in the afternoon in Paris and nine in the morning in Seattle. "Hi baby, I'm going to be straight here, so please be truthful honey, okay?"

He said, "I was going to call you later. Miranda has filed for divorce. I was served yesterday. Washington is a no-fault state. It just said irreconcilable differences. I had no inkling other than we'd missed phone calls, plus she seemed disinterested in my committee issues when we did talk. I'm heartbroken."

"She told me that you were cheating on her and me with some people in your office, secretaries and one of her friends in Washington."

Willie said, "That was totally with her knowledge and consent, I swear to God, we're swingers Emmie."

"She's having an affair with my dad's ex-wife and it started when we had the surgery in Los Angeles. I think they will get married soon as the divorce is final. I need to find another job, because she started fucking Ginger in Los Angeles and hasn't touched me the whole time we've been here. I've found an apartment and I'm going to connect with Gabenchy and maybe one other. The agreement we have is now null and void with this divorce, correct?"

Willie answered, "You're correct."

"Can you wire me fifteen thousand into my account? I'm going to move out and find a place and a new job."

He said, "Sure Emmy, I'll do it as soon as we hang up."

"Willie I love you. I want to have children and be able to raise them right in a safe world."

"Of course you do, I love you too. I don't know what I did to cause this. She must have got bored, she has not talked with our kids."

"Is it okay if I call you tomorrow?"

He said, "Of course, I owe it to you to get you through this."

"Bye baby, "and I hung up.

I called the model, "Bonjour Yvette, elle est Emmy, ca va?

"Comme ci, comme ca, babi."

"Can I stay over tonight? My lover is cheating on me and I really need to feel safe with you, plus do you think you could help me get some work with the house we were talking about?"

"Of course. Supper tonight?"

"Please baby."

I caught a cab to Yvette's place. It was a lovely three bedroom apartment that her husband had bought her. He had several vineyards in the Rhone Valley and an estate and was sixty five years old, Pierre. She was twenty eight and been a model since she was fourteen. Tall at five foot nine and she weighed maybe one hundred and ten pounds and was bi-sexual.

I was wearing a sleeveless tank top, I would never let on it was from Tibu the Chinese company that clung to my so soft massive new titties and a faux mini skirt that was off white and made of cotton with sky blue and daisy yellow along the hem. I had too much lip stick as if I spent the evening in Moulin Rouge on my knees under the table servicing men and women. I was wearing some red opened toed pumps and the closer I got to her apartment, I was so wet for her.

The thought of being exclusive with her and submitting to her had me needful. I had after all dressed for her. I had a fleeting thought about David and wondered where he was, he had not reached out to me since our weekend in the cabin. I would most definitely have his babies.

I was such a slut. I heard this voice in my head telling me to embrace my inner slut. I paid for my cab and climbed out of the back door flashing my commando cunt to the street café across the street.

I sashayed out of the street and up her stairs to the stoop by her apartment. I could feel my cotton mini skirt being stuck in my butt crack and slowly reached around with my red nail extensions and gingerly pulled it out. I rang the bell. Yvette buzzed me through.

I walked up the stairs to her door and knocked softly. I could hear her heels coming across the floor to the door, which made my heart beat liked a trip hammer. I think I was about ninety two percent queer. She opened the door and I gently swayed my upper body as her eyes sought my side boob and decolletage all at once.

I whispered, doing my best Marilyn Monroe voice, "You like baby, I dressed for you. I like it when you're in charge and then I can concentrate on loving you. Is that okay baby?"

She reached out for my hand and our fingers intertwined. She leaned in and gave me a soft closed mouth kiss, her lips so soft. We'd fucked the first time as I was using her to hurt Miranda, who didn't give a hit about me now.

This was different. I could smell her perfume and cooze both. She was wet too. Her bedroom was so feminine and queer both, every step to get us here was fraught with sex and she was going to take me tonight.

She did with her mouth, fingers, over and over again. We tribbed slowly our wet cunts fit perfectly together and she made me put my tit in my mouth and that was so erotic and I had the most violent orgasm ever.

We at a salad Nicoise with a lovely Bordeaux blend and some baguettes and butter. Only one plate and one fork. I fed her and wiped her mouth, it felt like I was her lover, even her wife.

I started to cry. Yvette's brow furrowed and she said, "Baby?"

I shrugged and said, "I'm falling so hard for you and I'm scared, I would be your wife forever, babies, but your married so I will accept with love being your lover, if you'll take me."

Yvette said, "Yes baby."

I told her everything about Spain, my parents, Ginger's betrayal of me, how had I hurt her that she wouldn't even talk to me, she was my mama for God's sake. Was it David? Miranda fucked Ginger before I ever touched David. I told her I felt so safe and protected with her. I asked her what she thought of this as a strategy, "What if I just leave my stuff at her house, then meet with Gabenchy and even Tibu, they have a house here and I'm not a runway model, rather lingerie and swimwear right? Then I call in sick on Monday and get a deal or two, then send a text to her and resign. Block her on my phone."

She said, "That works."

I said, "Baby, Willie wired me some money and he's done nothing wrong and what if, with your approval, he impregnates me. Only after we meet with him and let him know we're lovers?"

The expression on her face and she clapped her hands made me so happy. I said, "We could store his semen too for more babies, or keep on the old fashion way."

I said, "Baby he is huge far and away the biggest dick I've ever had, I would love to watch you cum on his dick, only if you like of course."

She asked, "Is he just big or does know now to make love."

I said, "Well any number of times he has made me pass out from making love to me. His dick is curved and when he is inside you he hits your g-spot so yes and he's huge."

I showed her a picture of Willie in the White House for an event there. She said, "He is very handsome, what the fuck is wrong with Miranda?"

"Willie will survive, and without her doing this there would not be us?"

The weekend was incredible, she had a double strap on with a dick for both my ass and cunt and she fucked my brains out the entire time pausing only for morning coffee and croissants and or pan au chocolate. We went out for intimate dinners in bistros, my French was improving. I ate her ass for the first time and she came so hard. She had to have that now.

On Monday I met with both Gabenchy and Tibu and got work, for months. They were enthralled with my tits, ass, legs and face. Gabenchy was just lingerie and swim swear. Tibu was everything, runway and lingerie and shoes. I sent a text to the designer for Miranda resigning. I blocked Miranda and Ginger both, texted Willie and updated him on everything and he agreed to the whole children idea.

I received a call weeks later from one of the seamstresses in Miranda's house that the designer just assumed Miranda knew and she never knew I'd resigned.

The fall shows happened and it was all over Vogue and Paris Match and Instagram my work for Gabenchy and Tibu both.

We were having a late dinner at Restaurant Guy Bavoy, exultant at our success. Willie had texted that the divorce was final and he hoped to meet us in Paris in mid-December. I was getting so used to the pace of life in Paris, almost never did I speak English. The food was incredible and the unhurried pace made the idea of restaurants in the U.S. so second tier. I don't want to come across as a snob, but it's the truth.

Then Miranda and Ginger were standing at our table and Miranda said, "Well, well, well, what a lovely couple, "in English.

I stood up and said to her, hissing, "I will break your face, You lying cheating skank, " turning to Ginger I said, "How could you betray me like this, you're my mother?"

Ginger's lips trembled and she said, "I lost control, she took me over and I was hurting. I'm so sorry."

I said, "You're way too late with this, Ginger."

"Miranda, you made up the shit about Willie. Shame on you. As good old Tom said to me when I talked to him, Emmy welcome to being rat fucked. Ginger cheated on me so I had an affair. Miranda seems like a doozy, glad you found Yvette. Don't be like them."

Ginger's mouth flew open, and she tugged on Miranda and said, "Let's go."

I sat down and was shaking I was so upset. Then I started to cry then spluttered, "Neither Willie nor my dad deserve those terrible people. Yvette, I'm so sorry I embarrassed you, please take me home. Our dinner is ruined, we were eating oysters and sea urchin and they're ruined."

She reached over and grabbed my hand and pulled it her lips and repeatedly kiss it. She said, "Ma petite, j'taime (my little one, I love you)."

She ordered some Veuve Clicquot extra brut and some caviar and it was so perfect.

She said, "I know that was difficult, but it's all off your heart and we're free."

I had most of a week off and then constant catalog work well into the early part of the following year and I slept in, Yvette was in her office on the phone when I awoke. I had hickeys all over my breasts, Yvette did a little spanking and titty slapping calling me a bad girl, then the hickeys happened when she was banging me.

I peed in our bathroom and used the bidet to freshen up. How does everyone not use a bidet, how did I not until we became lovers.

I tip toed into her office and crawled between her legs and made slow sensual love to her glorious cunt and she had a serious of small orgasms as she continued to talk. When she hung up, I took her ass over and over again with my tongue. I gathered her up in my arms and carried her to our bed and laid her face down and dove again into devouring her ass, I reached around and strummed her clit until she came so hard she squirted.

She lay there quivering and I slid into bed next to her and said, "I love you so much Yvette, my days begin with you and end with you," we softly kissed and she fell asleep in my arms.

Canadian Thanksgiving and American Thanksgiving passed, it was nigh on impossible to get a turkey in Paris, but I found one and cooked it with herbs de Provence, stuffing with day old baguettes, boudin Blanc, apples, mushrooms, chestnuts, hazel nuts and good chicken stock. We had brussels sprouts garlic, sweet potato pie and walnut pudding. We had petit Syrah and a Cab Franc, which is very rare in France.

We had three couples, two straight and one lesbian. Yvette had Calvados afterwards with a small cheese board.

Pierre had passed suddenly in October and in the will Yvette got the Vinyards and the Chateau, his four children had already been gifted so much before he passed from when his previous two wives who had passed from cancer. Yvette did not smoke cigarettes, just the occasional blunt.

But we thought it was right to announce our engagement and we were both wearing big sapphire rings. Everyone congratulated us.

Willie arrived right on December fifteenth as promised. He apparently had quite a bit of money from when he played basketball, but got a huge settlement from Miranda in the division of assets.

In a surprise move he had resigned from the Senate, saying that without Miranda his heart was not in it anymore the press conference had their grown children and a grand daughter standing next to him. He bought a home in Lisbon and settled in there quickly, and had flown up from Lisbon to see us.

We, Yvette and I were doing very well, I made close to eight hundred thousand dollars and Yvette was a multi-millionaire of course. Willie stayed with us and our approach was to fuck twice daily for a month. Yvette of course did too, she was just on the implant.

In due course I was pregnant and we got married at the American Cathedral in Paris, which was an Episcopal parish.

Epilogue:

I had four children, three girls and a boy. Yvette broke down and two with Willie two boys.

Willie was in our lives as Yvette had fallen in love with him too. No agreements, but we saw him at all the birthdays, we would vacation either in our chateau with him or we'd travel to Lisbon.

Miranda was hit by a truck in Seattle some five years later and lingered for weeks and passed. They discovered a tumor, non-malignant in her brain when they did the autopsy. At her will reading it was disclosed that she knew. She left money to her children with whom there had been some reconciliation and Ginger received a huge sum of money and the haute couture houses and the factories in Amsterdam were all auctioned off and names were changed. The money was sent to the Mayo clinic after the auctions.

We bought one of the Paris houses simply for the people who were so talented.

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