Castle in the Sand
Copyright© 1997
Chapter 89
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 89 - A divorced and down on his luck man buys a lottery ticket that wins big. He buys an abandoned missile silo to make it his home and builds a harem
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual NonConsensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction
The Newlyweds were served a late breakfast by the White House staff. The cooks had prepared Monte Cristo’s all around, along with Champagne orange juice (Mimosas) and the richest French Roasted coffee on earth.
“Where did they find out about this?” John asked.
“I guess from me. I happened to mention to the First Lady what your favorite breakfast was.” Cindy said.
“Well, thank you, Mrs. Stevens.” John said.
Cindy moved into his lap and kissed him.
“Quite welcome, husband of mine. I must say that the Champagne orange juice never tasted so good.” she said, taking another sip.
“I doubt it will again ether, it’s probably made with Dom. Perignon.” John said.
“Your tax dollars at work.” Cindy chuckled, downing her glass.
“So where do you want to go on our honeymoon?” John asked.
“All arranged, husband of mine. Heather’s expecting us in Minnesota. She promised us two weeks of the best debauchery to be had on the planet.” Cindy said.
“That so, wife of mine? Perhaps I’ll just keep you to myself for the two weeks.” he said.
“Suit yourself. I’m agreeable. But I doubt you could pass up those magnificent breasts. She quite enjoyed the attention we gave them last time. I wouldn’t want to disappoint her.” Cindy said.
“You have a point. You certain you want company on our honeymoon?” he asked.
“Quite certain. Oh, I expect exemplary performance out of you, besides, husband of mine. But I want a little something available to nibble on after I tucker you out.” she said.
“That little remark is going to cost you. I feel another marathon coming on.” John chuckled.
Cindy sighed.
“No please. I knew you’d think I wanted that. But I don’t. What I want is two weeks of gentle lovemaking at our leisure. With a lovely woman joining us as the whim hits us all. I don’t know if you understand about Heather and I.” she said, softly.
“So explain it to me.” John said.
“Well ... Sally’s got Jean. Sheila’s got Catarina. The triplets in general have Bill. Theresa’s got Kevin, Mae and Candice have paired off. Shannon’s got Bianca, Judy’s got everybody ... Anyway, we all love you dearly, but it feels like everybody else has a special relationship that they share with another besides you. Everybody but me.” she said.
“You have a good relationship with everybody yourself. I know you share a special relationship with both Theresa and Sally.” John said.
“That’s just what I mean. They each have someone really special to them besides.” Cindy said.
“And Heather is your someone special?” John asked.
Cindy nodded against him.
“Well, I certainly don’t object if my new bride wants to share our bed with one of the most desirable women on the planet. Your happiness is what I desire most.” John said.
“I know that. And I love you for it.” she said.
“Cool, let’s get married.” he said.
“We did, on the White House lawn. The Chief Justice of the Supreme court read our vows to us. Remember?” she said.
“That really happened? I thought it was all a dream.” John said.
“Almost every minute of my time with you has seemed that way to me.” Cindy said, snuggling to him.
“Perhaps we have time for one last session on President Lincoln’s bed.” John suggested.
Cindy nodded, but just then there was a quiet knock on the door. Cindy moaned softy and then shrugged and snagged their robes for them.
Once they were fastened, John said: “Come in.”
It was the First Lady.
“I’m sorry to intrude. The staff said they had served you breakfast. I hope I’m not interrupting?” she said.
“No, of course not, Muriel. Please, come in.” Cindy said, starting to get up
John did too.
“No please, sit down. I won’t stay long. I can just sit on the bed here ... I have fond memories of this bed. I’ll bet you two will as well.” she said. She had pushed the door shut behind her before she moved to the bed and sat down and slowly crossed her legs, facing the couple at the table. She had what looked like a handkerchief in her hand.
“Yes, we certainly will.” Cindy said, barely recovering her voice.
“I just came in to say goodbye and wish you both the best of luck in your marriage. I have to leave to make an appointment in Hawaii for tomorrow morning. But I wanted you both to know I’m quite looking forward to our visit to your silo next month.” the First Lady said, changing her legs again, slowly.
“And we’re quite looking forward to it as well. I think we can promise you a very enjoyable time.” John said.
“Yes, I’m quite certain you mean it. Well, I’d better be going.” she said, slowly uncrossing her legs and moving to stand.
Cindy turned her chair a bit and slowly crossed her legs in the direction of the bed. John did the same.
The First Lady sat back down a moment, then blushed and rose shakily to her feet.
“I’ve never known these ... Well, I have enjoyed having you all here.” she said.
“Thank you, it was a pleasure staying here.” Cindy said, standing and letting her robe slip open a bit before she slowly retied it.
John did the same. The First Lady smiled at them both and then moved to hug Cindy. She went to pull back but Cindy pulled her into a long kiss. The First Lady blushed, but returned the kiss.
John moved to their side and the First Lady turned to him.
“I guess a hug would be inappropriate.” John said, extending his hand. His robe slipped open and he made no move to close it.
“Oh, I think it would be in order.” said the First Lady, moving to him. She lifted her head and he kissed her. He wasn’t the least surprised when her tongue met his. He did his very best to make it memorable.
She quivered a bit before he released her, then she was wobbly on her feet. John slowly retied his robe.
“I think you two have time for one last round on that wonderful bed. I look forward to seeing you both next month.” the First Lady said, breathlessly.
“Thank you for your hospitality.” John said.
“Yes, thank you for everything.” Cindy said.
“You are both quite welcome ... to everything.” said the First Lady, winking at them.
She slipped out and closed the door behind her.
John and Cindy sat down heavily.
“It wasn’t my imagination. The First Lady just flipped us both a beaver shot?” Cindy asked.
“Yes, dear, and we each flipped one back.” John said, pouring another cup of the outstanding coffee.
Cindy poured another big glass of the Mimosa. She took a big swig.
“Life with you certainly seems to have its unforgettable moments.” she said.
“Guess that’s why you married me.” John chuckled.
“One of the reasons. Come on. I fear she would be greatly disappointed if we didn’t do one more round on that bed.” Cindy said.
“One mustn’t disappoint the First Lady.” John said, moving towards the bed.
“No, one mustn’t.” Cindy said, casting her robe aside.
“Oh, she left her handkerchief.” Cindy said, picking it up.
It wasn’t a handkerchief, it was a pair of white satin monogrammed panties.
“Maybe she thought we needed inspiration.” John chuckled.
Cindy sniffed at them and giggled. Then she pulled them onto herself.
“Just pull them aside when you need.” she said.
“I’ll need in about two minutes.” John said.
“Oh? You don’t want to sample the bouquet?” Cindy chuckled.
“Yes, for about two minutes. Then I want to sample yours.” John said.
Perhaps it was the panties, or perhaps it was their last time in the magnificent historical bed, but their last session was their best session ... not counting their first as man and wife the previous evening.
They showered and dressed and went down to join the others.
The President himself saw them off. The men all shook his hand and thanked him. The women all hugged and kissed him. Briefly, as there were other staff about. Andrea still managed to get the tip of her tongue between his lips. He wasn’t surprised when Amy and Alice did too.
“I look forward to visiting you all next month.” said the President.
“Thank you, Mr. President. Thank you for everything.” John said, shaking his hand, “We look forward to seeing you next month as well.”
The President walked them out to the Helicopter. Everybody’s luggage was already on board. They boarded and the President stepped back as the pilot wound up the turbine.
The flight to the Air force base was interestingly quiet.
John broke it.
“So, Bill. Where are you going on your Honeymoon?” he asked.
“Camp David. The President has graciously given us the use of his cabin for two weeks.” Bill replied.
“That was nice of him.” John said.
“Very nice. Very nice indeed. Did you perchance happen to look at any of the presents we received?” Bill asked.
“Why ... no. Not really.” John said.
“There’s a not so small fortune there for each of us. One of mine was an envelope containing the deed to a town house on the Potomac.” Bill mused.
“You’re kidding.” John said.
“Nope. Seems they want me to be comfortable whenever I’m in Washington D.C.” Bill said.
“Who gave you that?” John asked.
“The Russian President. Delivered by their ambassador. There was a note saying; ‘For a game well played’.” Howdy chuckled.
“Stranger things have happened.” John said.
“Not usually to me.” Bill said.
“Excuse me Sir. I couldn’t help overhearing. Here’s a list of the presents we loaded for everybody.” said a steward, handing John a piece of paper.
John thanked him and perused the list. He busted out laughing.
“What?” Bill asked.
“I got title to a deluxe motor home and compact car... —A small Maserati— to tow behind it.” John said.
“The Russians?” Bill asked.
John nodded.
“I must say, they’re good sports about losing.” Bill said.
“I’m not so sure they lost.” John said.
“How so?” Bill asked.
“I think we probably did their image a world of good when we took Nickolov away from them. They’re probably glad to be rid of him. I think that maybe they were more afraid of him than we were. He represented the old system. Now they can move on to the new system.” John said.
“You might be right.” Bill said.
The women sat together in a different section.
“You’ll never believe what I have on.” Cindy whispered to Sheila.
“Let me guess. A pair of monogrammed panties.” Sheila giggled.
Cindy was dumbfounded.
“How?” she said.
“I have my own pair. She came and visited us last night, just as we were turning in.” Sheila said, quietly.
“She left you a pair too?” Cindy asked, quietly.
Sheila leaned and whispered into Cindy’s ear: “She let me remove them myself.”
“You didn’t?” Cindy asked shocked.
“No, not what you’re asking. I think she was afraid to stay that long. But we let her remove ours. She was so worried about it she wore them out, both pairs.” Sheila giggled, quietly.
“Who was with you last night?” Cindy asked.
“Just Sally, then. Shannon joined us later.” Sheila said.
“So she got to see both you and Sally’s cute little units?” Cindy asked in a whisper.
“All three of us. She came back this morning with another pair for each of them. She collected a pair from Shannon in the process.” Sheila whispered back.
“Should be a very interesting time when they come visit next month.” Cindy mused quietly.
“I’ll say. I think we all have on monogrammed panties.” Sheila giggled.
“All?” Cindy gasped.
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