All characters participating in sex are at least eighteen years old.
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Her hand rubbed slowly across his thigh, gliding towards his crotch.
"Hannah!" Richard snapped.
"Yes?" she asked, her full petal lips forming a seductive smile, while her soft fingers continued their brazen advance, beginning to unbuckle his belt.
"I'm driving!" Richard snapped as his silver Jaguar XJ swept through the moonlit night, rolling though the giant cast-iron gates and toward the stately mansion, "Not now."
"You've been saying that a lot lately." Hannah shot back releasing pent up rage, now sitting back in the leather passenger's seat, turning her head away from her husband's view.
"Tonight is important."
"These things always are," she said bitterly.
"This is the chairman's house: my boss's, boss's, boss's house. Every major player in Denver will be here tonight. This party is more than important."
"This used to be important to you," Hannah said, pulling his right hand off the steering wheel to slide it in between her thighs, down toward her panty-less and smooth-shaven pussy; "Richard, remember when we used to fuck everywhere and every day?"
Obviously ignoring what he thought of as her nagging, he said, "If I get this promotion, I'll be the only Vice President under thirty five. Just behave, do not screw this up for me."
"It's been a year since we've had sex," she announced. "For the five years we've been married I've made all the sacrifices you wanted: I moved to Denver, I gave up on having the kids I wanted, I traded in my dreams for your ambition. I'm twenty nine now, and I have to force you to have sex with me.... What more, really what more Richard?"
"I work, I make the money you spend;" Richard shrugged, "This is the real world. You live in your dreams and I live in reality! What do you want from me? You can't really expect me to fuck you right here?" He asked, pointing at the Benz's and Bentleys now surrounding the Jaguar as it neared the front steps of the mansion.
"You could have at least said something about my dress."
"What about it? I told you to wear the silver one."
"Asshole!" she cursed while slightly loosening her wedding ring. She turned her head away toward her passenger window. The car had pulled up now, facing the limestone mansion they were about to enter.
Richard ignored her outburst as his mind lingered on his potential promotion. Hannah fumed heatedly, her eyes narrowed as she looked into the passenger side window. Her golden blonde reflection stared back her nostrils flaring angrily. Suddenly, without a care or concern for her husband, she hiked up her dress, yanked the car door open, and dashed from the Jaguar before it reached the valets.
"Hannah!" Richard called to her, but she ignored him, walking speedily toward the manor house. Her petite, nimble fingers rubbed together as she felt her loosening ring, briefly reflecting on the covenant she had entered into five years ago.
Amidst her thoughts of regret, an aged couple passed her; the wife pulled her husband along by the arm as his eyes began to linger on Hannah's seductively youthful body.
Shielding her body from perverted eyes, Hannah's hands covered her bare shoulders meekly; as she walked through the doors. Richard was once again by her side. "I'm sorry baby I was being an idiot, I love you," he whispered into her ear his hands rubbing over her shoulders moving down to bond with her fingers. His steely brown eyes attempted to fix what his mouth had broken. A forgiving smile began to form on her small pink lips.
"I'll pick you up something at the Cartier store tomorrow."
"You can buy it and stuff it up your ass," she yelled, pulling her fingers from his just as they entered a ballroom.
"Richard Westfield and his wife, Hannah Westfield," echoed through the room from the mouth of a balding man dressed in tails. Hannah quickly left the side of her husband, storming out of the ballroom.
Ten minutes later the man in tails made a new announcement, "Congressman Warren Booth, Justice Olivia Booth, and their son, Donald."
Donald grumbled, "Why do I need to be here with you guys?"
"Because I'm your father and I goddamn said so."
"Warren!" Objected Olivia.
"Olivia calm down. Donald, tonight isn't about me. It's about you. You're graduating at the top of your class and heading to Yale in September, so you need to start networking."
"I just don't see the point," Donald said to his father as his mother walked away to mingle with the other accomplished guests.
"The point is money. You'll be happier with more of it than you would with less, trust me!" Congressman Booth whispered to his son.
"Wow, that's some world view you have Dad."
"You're eighteen, Donald, and you're too smart to be so bloody naïve-- being nice gets you nowhere! Now go introduce yourself to the money men. I'm not going to do everything for you."
With that Warren was off, leaving his son to his own devices. Angry at his father, Donald awkwardly pulled his tux cuffs out and tried to avoid smiling, embarrassed of the braces he had thought would be off by now. He awkwardly moved his lanky body to a large, but vacant room which he found after walking through the mansion's halls.
Now far away from the party, he soon had his iPhone out, tweeting about his social distress, when a stunning blonde clad in a strapless blue dress walked in. Her hazel eyes glued to her blackberry, her fingers flying nimbly over the tiny keypad texting.
Donald instantly noticed her and then tried to act like he didn't. She was older than him, he thought, but not like the fifty year olds in the other room.
Unable to keep his eyes from wandering about, they swam over her petite fit body and robust assets. Maybe twenty-four or twenty-five he thought, under-guesstimating her true twenty-nine year age.
Her face replied in mild disgust as she caught him checking her out. Embarrassed at being so obvious, Donald put his phone away and began to leave the room, eager to escape yet another awkward social situation. His better nature noticing the striking blue gown overran his pressing need to exit; and the harmless honest thought that ran through his mind soon left his lips.
"That's a beautiful dress," he remarked, briefly looking at her before continuing to walk out.
Just as he neared the exit, he felt soft fingers touch his suit-clad shoulder; startled, he turned to see the once-frowning blonde smiling up at him.
"Really?" she asked.
Donald's eyebrows arched as his heart rate quickened as she continued to stare at him. "Yes," he said, trying to remain calm, "It's really beautiful." Donald said this with the start of a smile before covering up his braces with his lips as he continued walking out.
Her face began to beam with a smile as she offered him her hand, "My name's Hannah."
