Chapter 10

Sylvie couldn't imagine a more beautiful day, and she hummed a little bit to herself as she walked around her husband's office. She paused in front of his window and looked out at the Capitol Building a short distance away. Sylvie could hear him discussing an important letter with his secretary, Mrs. Grayson, so she stopped humming and stood quietly so as not to distract him.

My husband, the senator! she thought to herself. Things had worked out so very well, and Tim had already been re-elected to the Senate by a grateful and admiring constituency. Sylvie knew that the next step for Tim Cassidy would be the White House. A little chill went up and down her spine as she thought of it, and once more she congratulated herself on having stuck out those dark days before Tim had been elected. Those days, when she had been so prey to self doubts that she had succumbed to the unwanted advances of her husband's younger brothers.

She tried to shake off the dreadful memory of what she had gone through back at the Grandville family meeting place. After all, it had all happened many years before, and there had been hardly any friction whatsoever between members of the family since then.

Sylvie knew that Tim would never feel exactly the same toward his two younger brothers after he caught them taking advantage of her helpless, drug-induced state that lurid day in the dressing room. Yet, the amorous reconciliation between husband and wife had almost made the terrible events leading up to it seem worthwhile. Sylvie smiled as she looked out at the budding trees... it was spring 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 caresses of the night before. She doubted if any other senator's wife could boast of such fervent attention from her husband! Now, instead of neglecting her the way he had when he was first getting started, he insisted upon frequent and heated sessions with her, pulling her down with him at the oddest moments, or pushing everyone out of his office so that they could lie together on the soft leather couch against the wall and writhe nakedly together in the midst of a busy afternoon.

Sylvie blushed at the thought, but it was so wonderful to feel desired by her dynamic husband, and she felt she had changed because of his attentions, becoming much more contented and womanly. Her slender, well proportioned body had grown accustomed to the increasingly intense delights that her husband treated it to, and Sylvie often thought of herself as a wanton pagan... a blonde goddess of love. Only this love was not sinful or evil, since she indulged in it with her own wonderful husband!

"Sylvie!"

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

"Yes, darling," she replied, looking at his thick blond hair and those piercing but kindly blue eyes and the strong chin that she loved so well and that were already famous throughout the world.

"Daydreaming?" he asked. "Penny for 'em."

Sylvie blushed and looked at Mrs. Grayson who was standing nearby. The older 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 Mrs. Grayson had left the room.

"TIM!" Sylvie cried, nonplused.

The door closed behind Mrs. Grayson and Tim rose to catch his wife around the waist. He held her close up against him, so close that Sylvie could feel every ridge of his rising penis against her softly trembling belly.

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

"Want some more?" he inquired, teasingly, holding her tighter still, until Sylvie could feel the beginning of that 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 making love with her senator husband, she couldn't help feeling funny when he suggested that they do it right there on the couch in his office. She thought now of the secretaries in the outer office, and of Mrs. Grayson, her husband's private secretary, who was a kindly looking older lady. She did not want to shock any of them.

"I have a few minutes right now," Tim declared. "For a quickie..."

The softness of her spring dress made Sylvie feel almost naked as she stood there in his arms. As it was, she no longer wore any brassiere at all... it was so old fashioned, and she had on only the briefest of bikini panties, so tiny that they just barely covered the tiny golden triangle of her silk covered pubic 'vee'. 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 deep in her belly that made her shiver.

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

Tim left her and pressed a button.

"Mrs. Cassidy on line one, sir," a male- secretary replied.

Sylvie made a face, and Tim looked at her as if to say, "What can I do?" It was Tim's mother, Thelma, calling from Grandville. She and Sylvie still didn't get along very well, but things were definitely better, and Sylvie prided herself on thinking up new ways all the time to thwart her mother-in-law's enthusiastic meddling.

"Put her on," Tim said, sitting down in the huge leather desk chair.

Sylvie approached him and kissed him gently on the forehead. "I'm going to take a walk," she said. "There'll be a magnificent dinner, just for us tonight... hurry home!"

Tim blew her a kiss as she left the office and turned toward the phone. "Hello, Mother? Well, how the hell are you anyway? Ron told me something about a twisted ankle. Been out twisting again?"

Tim pressed another buzzer on his desk and could hear the faint sound it made in the outer office. While he was listening to the familiar tones of his mother's voice, he looked up to see his secretary, Mrs. Grayson, come in the door. He motioned for her to lock the door, and with a secret smile she did so. Mrs. Grayson had been with him a long time, and Tim hoped she would be with him for a long while to come, following his career from young lawyer to D. A. of Grandville to U. S. senator to the next jump... the big one... the Presidency!

Mrs. Grayson walked knowingly toward her employer. A widow, the older woman gave the outward appearance of being a kindly capable creature who would and could do no wrong.

Only she and Tim knew of the special relationship between them... an affinity that they had discovered one night long ago when they had been working late over a legal brief. That night seemed far away, as in the comfortably sedate office with the April sun shining through the windows, Grayson moved around the side of Tim's big oak desk.

"Yes, Mother... well of course, Mother!" Tim was saying.

Mrs. Grayson's neat preying hair was tied back in a tight little fluff at the nape of her neck, and now as she stood beside the senator, she untied it, letting it fall in silken waves around her shoulders. It had once been raven black, and it was still beautiful with its silver streaks. She removed her sensible rimless glasses, and her bright gray eyes sparkled with anticipation. Her round pleasant face was free of makeup, and a natural inner beauty shone from her features as she knelt down on the floor beside Tim's seated figure.

"When do you want to come, Mother? Well, I'll have to ask Sylvie first... she may have planned something that I don't know about... well, of course not, Mom!...

Tim nodded to Mrs. Grayson and swiftly the trusted secretary reached toward the hidden zipper of her employer's fly. The soft sound of its descent rose from beneath the desk, as Tim swung his chair around sideways. Easily, Mrs. Grayson's deft fingers reached in and clasped the thickly swollen mass of Tim's cock. Only his features reflected the emotion he felt as her fingers began a slow up and down movement on the nakedly exposed flesh of his erect cock.

"Yes... uh huh... uh huh..." he kept on talking to Thelma Cassidy, the imperious mother of three boys; Tim, the eldest; Ron, his adviser and manager through two successively successful campaigns; and Rick, the playboy lawyer.

Mrs. Grayson held Tim's throbbingly hard cock in one hand and began to pull the thick foreskin down, sending the rubbery tip of his straining penis shooting upward to glisten nakedly in the air.

"Nice and hard," she mumbled so softly that no one could hear. "Ooooah, how nice!" She looked up inquiringly and Tim nodded to her once more, in such a way that she knew perfectly well what he meant. Standing up, Mrs. Grayson slid her skirt upward, revealing beneath her straight skirt a pair of shapely, well developed legs, encased in sheer black stockings. She removed her flat shoes and stood in her stocking feet on the deep pile of the rug of Tim's office, and then, reaching upward, she began to slip off a thin pair of clear blue nylon panties. Tim could see the frilly mechanism of her elastic garter belt that remained as the panties came down. Mrs. Grayson's wide pubic "vee" was covered with deep black curls, and Tim could feel his hardened cock gore an excited lurch at the sight of it. He was listening to his Mother's voice with one ear, but his mind was there between Mrs. Grayson's firmly soft thighs. Tim watched with admiration as his secretary's face clouded over with a desire that he had often seen.

In a familiar ritual, she raised her arms over her head provocatively, pushing her long shining hair up and then releasing it so that it fell softly to her shoulders. Her soft lips quivered as she languidly moved closer. Already he could smell the wonderful scent of the perfume that she spread between her cream-white thighs. It smelled of roses and reminded him of his mother's gardens that she had had since he was a little boy. Her panties had been kicked off, and now she spread her legs wide as Tim closed his knees together. The sheer black stockings ended at the top of her thighs and the white flesh gleamed in contrast to the dark material. The frilly bands of the black garter belt made two long strips along her hips and the softly rounded shape of her stomach was encircled by thin rosettes of pink that were edged in the same black of the belt. Centered between these things lay the perfect dark triangle of Mrs. Grayson's quivering pussy. She seemed about to do a split as her stockinged feet slipped outward further and further from the senator's hard thighs. Simultaneously, the soft fringed covered mound of her cunt was opening wider still as she lowered herself onto the long hard shaft directly below.

"MMMmmmm... Yessss... Yes, Mother... Yes, I'd say so..." Tim was just as glad that his wife, Sylvie, had decided to leave. There was nothing that made his day more than a call from his mother along with a simultaneous visit from his obliging secretary.

The older woman brought herself slowly down as she faced her excited boss. He was young enough to be her son, and in fact she had a son his age who lived in California. For each of them this secret closeness meant a soothing of deep psychological needs... needs that no one else would have suspected, but which were nonetheless present.

The secretary bit her lower lip as she felt the hardness of Tim's cock touching against her naked flesh. She let herself remain poised upon its quivering tip, her pinkly turgid inner membranes pulsing wetly against his rubbery cock-head... and then she began to move. Leaning forward, she brought her face close to Tim's without interfering with the telephone.

"I'm gonna put you on speaker, Mom..." Tim suddenly said, his face reddening. He flicked a switch and put down the phone.

"Must you?" his mother's voice suddenly expanded into the room from the small speaker on the desk. "I hate that thing! It always sounds like you're in a vacuum or something!"

"Got some papers to sign, Mom, and it's easier... go on with what you were saying!"