This is a revised version of my original story. I have taken the advice of some of the comments and removed some things not pertinent to the actual story. I want to thank those who enjoyed the story and those who offered constructive criticism.
I also had included an admonition that this is a fictional story and if one doesn't understand fiction, to look it up. Apparently there are enough anal retentives out there who don't understand the word and can't bother to educate themselves. This is the exact reason I included the message, I was hoping to avoid the flurry of comments from those with nits to pick who feel literary superiority by posting.
I don't want to make this sound like a whine, I have a pretty thick skin and I do want to thank those who read the story, whether you like it or not. And I don't object to constructive criticism.
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I was sitting in the passenger seat of the van going over my notes when I first heard it. Nick was in the back setting up the equipment and I realized he just turned on the parabolic mic we used to capture distant conversations. I wasn't paying particular attention but I could hear a woman speaking.
"... He has a 9 inch dick!" I wasn't sure I had heard that correctly, but it sure sounded like I had.
Not certain of what the conversation was because usually Nick would just point the mic in the general direction as he fine tuned it for the conversation we expected to capture.
"What the hell are you listening to back there Nick?" I asked as I looked over my shoulder into the back of the van. Nick was working on the long lens camera that we would use to capture video and wasn't paying a lot of attention to the audio.
"What do you mean Bobby?" He asked, looking up from what he had been doing.
"Haven't you been listening to that woman?" I asked, chuckling as I could hear the conversation continuing in the background.
"Not really. There are a couple of women sitting at an outside table at the coffee shop across the square but I really haven't been listening to what they're saying." He said as he looked out the open door of the van in the direction the microphone was pointing.
"I swear when he stuck it in me I could feel it push my tonsils out of the way." I heard the woman's voice as she continued. I had to listen more carefully since Nick had only just turned on the mic. I could hear a lot of static and there was some background noise that also made it difficult for me to pick out the words. I knew that before we were ready he would have cleaned up the signal and adjusted the gain so that the conversation we were expecting to hear would be crystal clear.
I'm an investigative reporter with the Washington Defender and Nick was my tech guy. He and I had been partners for the past 4 years and we worked well together. Right now I was expecting to do an interview with Sen. Nathan Smith. My editor had gotten an anonymous tip that the senator was meeting his mistress in the hotel and I was here to talk to him about that. No, I didn't work for one of those sleazy gossip rags but rather a paper that was noted for its honesty, integrity and objectivity. So, you may ask, why was I here to find out about the senator who might be cheating on his wife? Actually an illicit affair really didn't matter to me one way or another. However, the senator was a ranking member of the Foreign Relations Committee as well as the Senate appropriations committee. Both of those positions were very high profile and if someone decided to use information about an illicit affair to blackmail him it could become a real problem.
Not only was his position in the Senate important with respect to how he might vote or how he might influence his colleagues to vote but if he was forced to resign that may also change the balance of power in the Senate. If he lost his seat there was always a possibility that the other party might take it over and in so doing become one seat closer to regaining the majority they had recently lost. If that were to happen, the future of the country was again in peril. Another issue that concerned me as well as my editor was the fact that the senator was currently an even money bet in Las Vegas to be picked as the vice presidential nominee in next year's presidential election. With that kind of pressure on him the last thing he and the rest of the country would need was the threat that he was somehow stepping out on his wife.
I had known the senator for about 15 years now. I wouldn't say that we were good friends but we were more than just casual acquaintances. The first time we met he was a newly elected Congressman from Nebraska and I was a young 20 year old college student who was doing an internship with the paper. I say the paper even though the print version was a very small percentage of our readership. In fact, if not for that small but loyal group of subscribers who demanded it we would've stopped publishing a print version several years earlier. The paper had a very loyal base although not nearly as large as some of the other publications in Washington. The readership was very loyal because they knew they could get the truth from us without a lot of the fluff that many other news media insisted on adding to their own propaganda. I say propaganda because many of them seemed to be in business not to just present the news but to present it in such a way that included their own political agenda. The movers and shakers in DC understood that if something appeared in our publication it was factual and accurate. In fact, nothing we printed would appear without corroboration from one or more totally reliable sources. That philosophy had been the hallmark of the paper from the time it began in the mid-60s and continued to this day. Our publication was almost required reading for every politician and lawyer and lobbyist in the city. Some of them may not like what we published but every one of them respected what we did.
"I can't believe you did something like that sis." The woman's voice once again intruded into my thoughts. I really didn't want to listen to their conversation but for some reason I couldn't stop. I know it took more concentration than I should be putting into it because of all the extraneous background noise and static but somehow I couldn't ignore it.
"I can't believe it either, but it just happened. We were in the house and he was showing us around and Will went out into the garage to check it out. Gerald and I were in the kitchen just making small talk when I happened to look across and saw that huge bulge at his crotch. I couldn't believe something could be that big. He saw me looking and next thing I know he had stepped over to me and placed my hand on his cock. It wasn't hard but damn that sucker was big! He started rubbing my hand up and down it and I could feel it starting to swell but then we heard Will coming back. We stepped away from each other and Gerry turned away so that Will wouldn't notice the increased size in his pants." I heard her say. I'm not sure if she realized it but I don't think very many men are going to be looking at another man's package but who can say. I also got a sudden realization from what she was saying. She had mentioned the name Will and I had a brother-in-law named Will. As Nick was starting to fiddle with the microphone to adjust the clarity of the audio I suddenly realized I was listening to my sister-in-law Laura and she was talking to my wife Lynn.
"Okay, so you played with his cock. How do you get from that to having it push your tonsils out of the way?" I heard my wife asking, she was giggling as she asked the question.
"He took one of his business cards and wrote a number on the back and handed it to me, telling me to call him and I did. We went back to that house later in the afternoon and that's when he bent me over the table and fucked my brains out." I heard Laura responding to my wife.
"You didn't!?"
"Yes I did! It was great! And if you think he was just some Neanderthal with a big dick, you'd be wrong. He knows how to use it and I've had enough dick in my life to know the difference." Laura said and I could almost see the smirk on her face as she was talking to Lynn.
"You're crazy! What are you going to do if Will finds out?" Lynn asked her.
"Will isn't going to find out. And even if he does, he loves me enough that he would forgive me."
