The day of the governorâs visit finally arrived.
The Mayor and local politicians had arranged a full program .A line of limos waited whilst we met the Governors entourage.
I was allocated to ride with the governorâs wife and her private secretary. We were to go directly to the resort hotel.
The governor and official party were to go direct to his first function. The Governorâs group were assigned to a number of individual bungalows in the hotels resorts style grounds.
On entering her bungalow the governorâs wife threw off her jacket calling as she entered the washroom âget me a drinkâ
Maureen her prim and proper secretary was busy so I opened a bottle of red wine and poured a glass. On her return she asked,
âWhat do we call you?â
âRichardâ I replied, âbut most people call me Dickâ
âYou can call me Jan,â âwhen we are away from the publicâ.
She slumped down in a chair completely relaxed. .I now had time to study her. She was six feet tall with a swimmers broad shoulder. Her hair was blonde, piercing blue eyes, large full lips, her tits were small but perky, her hips broad, legs graceful and long.
Her body displayed the strength and muscles of a very fit athlete. There was not an ounce of fat to be seen .She was not a playboy model but a middle aged hard bodied former champion swimmer who took great care of her body.
She was quite a woman, a vibrant healthy athlete that obviously loved a drink. She consumed glass after glass of what she murmured was âa good redâ.
I went to leave, so she could have a rest before preparing for the ball. âStayâ she commanded. âTalk to me tells me about you, tell me about these women who have created this denâ. So I stayed.
I told her about college, football, and the cookie drive, the booming building economy. She kept asking questions about Jackie, Darlene and company. She knew that most of the men whose wives made up the group were very rich and getting richer, due to the property boom.
âWhat do the women do to fill in their timeâ she asked
I replied âI donât know.â
âOh I thought the way you stuck together at the airport that you were close to them,â she said with a sly look. I steered the conversation to her swimming career.
Later I asked what it was like to be the governorâs wife. She took a mouthful of wine and said âboringâ.
She was a very interesting woman but I wanted to getaway. Friday afternoons were my regular time to see Jennifer alone.
Later as I left Jenniferâs, Jackie called to angrily report that the governor had paid close attention to the cheer leaders and ignored anything over 20.
The wives were far from impressed. He may be governor, but as far as they were concerned he was just a dirty old man.
It was ball time. As I knocked on the door of Janâs bungalow I struggled to straighten my clothes. My soft prick could be easily seen as a firm ridge in my skin tight, black silk tuxedo trousers. Jackieâs pouch was a mistake. I looked and felt as though I had an erection.
Maureen opened the door looked me up and down and gave a quiet whistle. I returned the compliment as I studied her deep blue evening gown cut low to draw your eyes to two lovely tits. I ran my tongue over my lips. Maureen flushed pulled back and said âthe governorâs wife is waiting.â
Jan rose to her feet as we entered. She wore a sleek black gown with two long side slits to show off her legs. At six foot two inches she towered over Maureen.
The governor joined us.
Letâs go he said nodding at me.
We walked through the grounds to the ante room situated between the two venues for the nightâs gala event.
One thousand five hundred tickets had been sold, forcing the wives to hire both available venues and erect a large marquee in the grounds for supper.
At the entrance we were greeted by a fanfare from the band and escorted along a red carpet into the main hall. The welcoming speeches were quiet brief. The governorâs reply was shorter still and was met with warm applause.
The governor and his wife were asked to lead off the first dance. As they passed I realised that he was three or four inches shorter than Jan and danced awkwardly. Maureen and I joined in as the floor became crowded with dancers. We circled the room.
I marvelled at the beauty of the wives they were fantastic .They were the belles of the ball.
I danced with each in turn .By the time I finished my prick was trying to burst my zip.
The only thing that stopped me from being charged with indecent exposure was my jacket and the fact that whilst dancing, I held my body tight against my partner. None of the wives objected.
Maureen suggested that I ask the Governorâs wife for a dance, as she had been left alone with some older ladies.
âThanks for rescuing meâ she said as we joined the crowd on the floor. She was a very good dancer. We soon lost our selves in the music and the crowd. As we danced I forgot she was the governorâs wife and following Angeliqueâs teaching held her closer and closer. When the music stopped we moved apart.
I asked.
âDo you want to keep on dancing?â
She whispered âyesâ.
The next bracket of numbers was slow and the lights dimmed. I took her in my arms. We were dancing cheek to cheek I sang the words of the songs as we danced. My prick had not subsided. I completely forgot I was dancing with the Governorâs wife. I danced as taught by Angelique, my hands moved over her back sinking lower and lower until I was rubbing her butt.
The music stopped .she took my hand and led me back to where the official party was sitting, âThank you, you are a fine dancer,â with those words I was dismissed, as she joined the conversation.
I stood there flatfooted when I spied Maureen sitting away from the group. I slipped her a wink, and mouthed silently âletâs dance.â
Angeliqueâs teaching was used to the full as I squired Maureen through one and then a second and third item. Prim and proper Maureen was proving not to be so prim and proper away from the governorâs wife.
I had practised with Angelique the dancing foreplay technique and had mastered it until I could always feel the woman stiffen as she first felt my erection massage her pussy.
Maureen didnât stiffen she didnât miss a beat, her hips and pussy massaged me back, her tits moved slowly against my chest. She danced with her leg massaging my prick. Half way through the second dance I was over the moon, panting and pawing, ready to rape, I was so horny.
I crooned in her ear telling her she was the horniest girl in the room, while my prick massaged her pussy through her clothes.
I danced her into the less lighted part of the floor, and dropped my hands down to her near perfect rear pulling her into me. Her body was a delight.
Maureen led me as we danced towards the darkest corner near a door. âWhereâs that bloody prick?â she demanded.
Still on the dance floor, she lowered my zipper freeing up my rock hard prick and took it in her hand.
The hour of sexual excitement and frustration boiled to a head. Cum poured out into her hand onto her dress and my pants. She tried frantically to stop it, to no avail, as the mess spread.
âFor fuckâs sake letâs get out of here,â she cried.
We slipped from the dance hall through a side door.
Spying the resorts swimming pool rest rooms, she pulled me into the womenâs toilets, found the mothers room, pushed me in and locked the door.
âTake off your pants!â she ordered.
Maureen slipped her dress down, and then used paper towels and water to remove the excess cum.