Author's note: no cucks, no burned bitches, and I didn't try to break any new ground this time. I wrap up Carly and Alan Brown's story arc here. He was the politician in "I Can't Stop The Rain." You don't have to read "I Can't Stop The Rain" or "Calling Dr. Love" first but if you do, you'll have their whole story if you're interested in that. Since I'm going to expand into other categories, I may write a prequel for them in group sex. I need to build my sex scene chops first.
As always, I love getting feedback and thank you for reading.
The Brown arc trilogy is:
I Can't Stop The Rain - primary story
Calling Dr. Love - minor side characters
ETILAY - fallout characters
Every Time I Look At You
Shauna Fields was standing behind her boss' desk at 6:30 in the morning, looking out the window. She performed this ritual every day after she started the specialty imported coffee and prepared the appointment schedule and required notes for her boss, Tate Morgan.
He was the CEO of the corporation started by his father, Winston Morgan. His mother served as the Chairman of the Board and his sister still had a paying job as Public Relations Manager, but she hasn't worked actively since her husband Alan Brown ran for the Senate a few years before.
She watched out the window, sipping her Folgers coffee, until she saw his silver Jaguar pull into the lot, which happened between 6:30 and 7 every morning. She had his schedule so exact, she knew that he woke up at 5 and was on his treadmill by 5:15, where he watched the news while he jogged for a half hour.
It was important to her to wait until he was there to pour a fresh cup of coffee and have it hot and waiting for him. She also had a carafe of ice water and a Kind bar waiting for him.
They were such small, unnecessary things to do for him, but she would do anything for him. Her personal mantra was to go the extra mile, but especially for him.
She saw him pull in and went to pour the cup of coffee. It was sitting on his desk and she was at hers when he walked in the door.
She looked up from her tablet and took in her favorite part of the day. It was the moment he walked in.
She watched the affable, tall, broad-shouldered blonde man walk in as if he owned the room. He never failed to wear a crisp, expensive suit and was always clean-shaven, never scruffy. His hair was short and conservatively styled with a side part.
She admired his rhythmic stride and large hands as he opened the door carrying his briefcase with his topcoat across his arm. He smiled when he saw her and she could swear his blue eyes sparkled.
"Good Morning, Mr. Morgan."
"Good Morning, Shauna." He answered. "How is my favorite, assistant today?"
"Great, Sir. I've got your calendar synced and ready for review. You've got 4 appointments today and the notes are on your desk."
"Thank you. I'm expecting a call from my wife this morning. You can interrupt any meeting I'm in when she calls. She flew out to Washington DC last night to console my idiot sister after the fiasco last month. Apparently, my asshole brother-in-law filed for divorce.
"Oh no! I hoped they would work it out," she said.
"Good riddance to him, but my sister's a wreck. She feels like her shot at being First Lady was pulled out from under her. My wife feels bad for her and went to play grief counselor."
"Sorry, Mr. Morgan. I know how much Carly means to you. It must be hard for her to lose Senator Brown."
"She did it to herself. That swinging shit wasn't as well hidden as they thought. I warned her, but what do I know? I'm just her brother," he said.
Senator Alan Brown was on the debate stage for the Democratic Presidential Nomination when his wife's affair with her female assistant broke in the news. The fallout was terrible initially, but his PR team worked their magic and his poll numbers actually improved. The sympathy from his supporters was going to carry him to the Democratic nomination.
He continued, "Carly always had to have everything her way. She has such a strong charisma that people just bend to her will. I guess the other woman's husband didn't fall in line. We're all paying the price."
"Well, the press hasn't called for a while, but I guess this may trigger some calls. Would you like me to prepare a statement or do you have no comment?" She asked.
"No, I'm staying as far away from her situation as possible right now. If they call, tell them no comment. We don't need the company caught up in her personal issues. My mother is going to be pissed enough as it is."
*****
Tate's wife Bella was having coffee with his sister that morning. Carly was as disheveled as Bella had ever seen her and she was worried.
Bella was always in awe of the beautiful, elegant woman, but what she was looking at was a mess that morning.
Prior to the recent scandal, Carly would never be seen in front of a guest without her hair being styled perfectly, make-up expertly applied, and her clothes stylish and beautiful.
That morning she woke without showering, did not brush her hair or teeth, did not apply make-up, and did not dress. She wore a silk bathrobe with no no bra, and Bella did not want to guess how old the panties were.
"Bella, I'm going to go away quietly. I'm going to stay as far from the press as I can. I don't want to hurt Alan's chances of being president any more than I already have. His campaign manager actually thinks divorcing me will help him," Carly said.
"I think it's bullshit that he gets off scot-free. He was having sex with her too among many others," Bella said.
"I know, but he will do great things for the country. He has to have a chance. I only hope my stupidity hasn't hurt him. I never should have brought in that new girl. She was just so beautiful, I had to have her.
Maybe after he leaves office, we can find each other again. Regardless of our issues now, we are still in love and I didn't do anything he didn't condone of or do himself. It's just horrible optics that I got caught like that."
"Carly, take a shower and I'll clean up down here. We need to get you on your feet. Why don't we go somewhere and get away from it all."
"Okay. We can leave anytime. I have the company plane here."
Carly rose up from her chair and walked over to Bella. She touched her cheek and leaned in to kiss her. Bella returned the kiss feverishly.
"Mmm, you taste good my pet," Carly said, tasting the hazelnut creamer from the coffee Bella was drinking.
Smiling, Bella said, "You taste like my pussy. Brush your teeth."
It had been a long night for Bella and Carly. When she arrived at Carly's apartment, the beauty could barely stand, she was so drunk.
Bella helped her to bed, but took advantage of her secret lover's drunken state and made her eat her pussy until she was too tired to continue. Bella came several times, relishing the tables being turned on Carly. Carly was usually the aggressor with her "pets" as she called her female lovers.
Bella had been having sex with Carly, and occasionally Alan, ever since she married Tate fives years prior. Carly was one of her bridesmaids and they had sex for the first time in the bridal room at the church. She had hoped Tate didn't smell Carly's pussy on her breath at the alter, but he didn't, and he hadn't suspected anything over the years.
*****
"Mr. Morgan, your wife is on line 1," Shauna said into the intercom.
Tate picked up the phone and said, "Hey honey, how's she doing?"
"She's a wreck. You should've seen her when I got here. The place was a mess and she was drunk as a skunk. I could hardly get her in bed."
"Well, take care of her and keep her sober. My mother doesn't need any more stress over what she's done."
