Allan Taylor - Swap party campaign

Ruth smiled as she looked out at the leafy green trees. It was summer and her blood stirred lazily in her veins. She could feel a lingering sensuality in her shapely limbs as she recalled her husband's lewd, hot caresses of the night before. She doubted if any other mayor-to-be's wife could boast of such wild, unrestrained fucking from her husband! Now, instead of neglecting her the way he had when they had first been married and he was starting out in the law firm, he insisted on screwing her frequently, pulling her down onto the den couch with him at the oddest moments, or pushing everyone out of the office or election headquarters so that they could lie together on the soft shag rug on the floor and writhe nakedly together in the midst of a busy afternoon.

Ruth blushed at the thought, but it was wonderful to feel desired by her brilliant husband, and she felt she had changed because of his attentions, becoming much more desirable and passionate. Her slender, voluptuous body had grown accustomed to the increasingly intense fuckings that her husband treated it to, and Ruth often thought of herself as an animal who needed more and more love, like the love she got with Dan Michaels. Only this love was not sinful or evil since she indulged in it with her own wonderful husband's consent!

"Ruth!"

She jumped at the sound of her husband's voice and turned toward him.

"Yes, darling," she replied, looking at his thick auburn hair and those piercing but kindly brown eyes and the strong chin that she loved so well and that belonged to the most popular candidate for mayor in the city.

"What are you thinking?" he asked. "Penny for 'em."

Ruth blushed and looked at John's secretary who was standing nearby. The young woman smiled and turned to leave the office carrying her note pad with her.

"Thinking about the good fucking I gave you last night?" he asked, even before the secretary had left the room.

"John!" Ruth cried, nonplussed.

The door closed behind the secretary and John rose to catch his voluptuous wife around the waist. He held her close up against him, so close that Ruth could feel every ridge of his rising cock against her softly trembling belly.

"Yes," she admitted. "Yes, I was thinking of that!"

"Want some more?" he inquired, teasingly, holding her tighter still, until Ruth could feel the beginning of the weakness that she often got before she gave in completely to the mounting strength of her desire.

"Tonight as soon as you come home!" she replied, kissing him softly on the neck, her arms twined about his neck. As much as she enjoyed the wickedness of being fucked by her husband in his campaign headquarters, she really didn't have time for it today. She was supposed to meet Dan Michaels in an hour. She had a few things to do before she met him for their once a week meeting, and her pussy tingled hotly at what he might have planned for that afternoon.

"I have a few minutes right now," John declared, "for a quick fuck."

The softness of her summer dress made Ruth feel almost naked as she stood there in his arms. As it was, she no longer wore any brassiere at all, hadn't worn one for years, and she had on only the briefest of bikini panties, so tiny that they just barely covered the tiny dark triangle of her fur-covered pussy. She could feel the tops of her inner thighs rubbing warmly together, and she parted her legs ever so slightly, feeling a fullness and a yearning for his cock fucking deep in her belly that made her shiver.

She was about to agree to a quickie when a buzzer sounded behind them at her husband's desk.

John left her and pressed a button.

"Mr. Blaine on the line, sir," his secretary replied.

Ruth made a face and John looked at her as if to say, "What can I do?" Andrew Blaine was the leader of the Republican Party in Pleasureville, and it was important to John Connors' campaign that he have his support. It would mean the difference between winning and losing.

"Put him on," John said, sitting down in the wooden desk chair.

Ruth approached him and kissed him gently on the forehead. "Charm him silly," she said. "You need his support."

John grabbed his wife around her waist and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply before he answered the phone.

"Mr. Blaine, glad you could return my call."

John let go of his wife and motioned for her to lock the door, and, with a secret smile, she did so. His wife was very good at knowing what he wanted. If he wanted to fuck, which was what he normally wanted to do, then she would want to as well. They had one hell of a successful arrangement, even to being able to have their own extramarital activities, as long as they were very discreet and they wouldn't hurt his political career.

Ruth hadn't always been so liberated; in fact, when they had first been married he had almost given up hope at being able to have a normal sexual relationship with her. He would have stayed married to her regardless, because he loved her very much, but the marriage might not have lasted this long if it hadn't been for her sudden change. Perhaps she had realized that she might lose him if she didn't loosen up, and so one night, she had let loose. Even now, after lots of fucks with Ruth and other women, he still counted that night as one of the most wild experiences he had ever had.

Ruth's reddish hair was tied back in a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck, and now as she stood beside her husband, she untied it, letting it fall in silken copper waves around her shoulders. Her bright gray eyes sparkled with anticipation. Her heart-shaped face was free from all but a minimal amount of makeup. A look of anticipation passed over her face as she knelt down on the floor beside her husband's seated figure.

"Sure, lunch sounds fine. My wife? Certainly she'd love to come with us tomorrow. That sounds fine. We can leave the discussion until then. Right." He hung up the phone as his wife reached toward the zipper of her husband's fly. The soft sound of it unzipping seemed to fill the room as John swung his chair around sideways. Easily, Ruth's deft fingers reached up and clasped the thickly throbbing mass of John's cock. He leaned his head back against the chair and let his mind be absorbed by her fingers as they began a slow up and down movement on the nakedly exposed flesh.

Ruth held her husband's thickly pulsing hardness in one hand and began to pull the thick foreskin down, sending the rubbery tip of his prick shooting upward to glisten nakedly in the air.

"Nice and hard," she mumbled so softly that no one in the outer offices could hear. "Oooooh, how nice!" She looked up inquiringly and John nodded to her once more, in such a way that she knew perfectly well what he meant. Standing up, Ruth slid her thin summer dress upward, revealing beneath it her shapely, well developed legs, tanned to perfection. She removed her sandals and stood in her bare feet on the deep pile of the rug of John's headquarters, and then, reaching upward, she began to slip off her flimsy silk panties. Ruth's pussy was covered with deep coppery curls, and John could feel his hardened cock give an excited jerk at the sight of it. He watched with admiration as his wife's face clouded over with a desire that promised one hell of a fuck and made his cock jerk painfully as his imagination leapt ahead to what was to come. Ruth's soft lips quivered as she languidly moved closer. Her panties had been kicked off, and now she spread her legs wide as he closed his knees together. Centered between the shiny pink flesh of her hips and the softly rounded shape of her belly lay the perfect furry triangle of Ruth's quivering pussy. She seemed about to do a split as her feet slipped outward further and further from her husband's hard thighs. Simultaneously, the soft, curl-rimmed mouth of her cunt was opening wider still as she lowered herself onto the heavily throbbing prick below.