Chapter 9

Whoever said that 'politics is a dirty business' knew exactly what he talking about. There were so many lobbyists with open wallets and purses offering bundles of money that'd choke a horse, Chris advised Gabrielle she should receive them in her office but don't take a thing. There just might be just one that had something they could offer that was good for the country, not just to get their own interests passed.

Representative Cunningham avoided all improprieties by not accepting any free trips, money under the table, dinners, tickets for the Redskins games, or any other gratuities offered to her. No soft money or campaign donations. Gabrielle always took these men or women to lunch in the House Cafeteria paying for it herself. Being the wife of a man who was approaching being the richest man in the district, she didn't need any money or gifts offered. She wanted to stay squeaky clean if possible.

"I'm going to have another baby," Gabrielle told her mother over the phone from her office.

"Does Chris know?" Peg sounded ecstatic.

"He caught me the other morning on my knees throwing up in the toilet. All of my political enemies would love to see me doing that."

"Oh honey, you don't know how much I puked when I carried you. I threw up more with you than all the boys combined."

"Maybe it'll be another girl," Gabrielle giggled.

"How is Washington?"

"I love it here, Mom. I even like a lot of my opponents but me and the Speaker don't get along. We're just like John and Matt are when they get drunk. We're ready to fight at the drop of a hat."

"Both are married and they still fight each other. Erin and Sara just takes one of the cars and go shopping while their husbands are at each others throats. The girls pay them back by running up their credit cards."

Gabrielle laughed.

"They also theaten them with cutting them off with loving unless they behave themselves but you know all four are either the Four Musketeers or the Four Stooges."

"More like the Four Stooges. I have to admit that John is a big help here. I'm glad I brought him in even though he can act like an ape at times. I just got a signal that a vote will be taking place in fifteen minutes. I have to get to the floor right away."

With the bill voted on and passed by the House, Gabrielle was upset but knew the silly passage which was loaded with pork for the Speaker of the House to her constituents in the San Francisco Bay Area would be shot down by the Senate. It would frustrate her more than the criticism she received for making the unauthorized trip to the Middle East a few years ago.

Representative Cunningham checked for any last minute concerns in her office then left for the day. Chris met her out front of the Capitol Building and took her to dinner.

"I'm starved, I missed lunch because of talking to Mom," she said cutting into a delicious lady's cut of filet mignon. "This tastes good."

"I'd like to taste something else, it's between your legs," Chris whispered to her. He had eyes full of lust for his wife.

"I think that can be arranged as long as I get to have some of that meat twinkie," she gave him a smoldering wink.

"Meat twinkie, huh? That's a new one on me."

"It's that big sausage you tote around all the time. It's between your legs. Nice and meaty on the outside, nice and creamy that comes out of that tiny little slit you have."

Chris chuckled. "Is that all you think about on the floor?"

"Some of my esteemed colleagues on both sides of the aisle bring up some pretty stupid measures. When I sit there buffing my nails listening to such shit, I daydream of us being in the sack together doing these things. Besides, we better get our fucks in while we're able. I think our new daughter is going to come early."

"Yeah, that'll make two weddings I'll have to pay for. Before that, I have pay for new clothes, prom dresses, probably cars, college, then I'll end up having to shell out for their weddings."

"Don't complain. You've got me for the rest of your life."

"That's no complaint, Gaby. I want you with me forever."

"I know, because I'm so darn cute."

"Exactly!" he grinned.

Once more Chris had to pick up her clothes after her. First it was the shoes, then the blouse, black velvet skirt, panties and bra. When he entered the bedroom, she was nude except her thigh high nylons. Her belly was expanding showing that she was coming along nicely with her pregnancy. The name they picked out for their daughter was Vanessa Ann Cunningham.

When he was naked, he plopped into bed with his head between her legs. He started licking away at her pussy while reaching up to tweak her nipples. She suddenly bucked her hips. The phone began ringing. She put her hand on his head and managed to check the caller ID.

"Keep going, it's only Ida Holmes," Gabrielle squealed as she felt his hot tongue in her sex. "She picks all the worst times to call. Doesn't she know we're fucking."

"Apparantly not," came Chris' muffled voice.

She grabbed his head to keep him in place while she closed her eyes seeing fireworks exploding. Ida finally gave up and went to voice mail.

"Doesn't that bitch know when to shut up," she barked, feeling that Ida had ruined it for her this night. When she was done with the message and hung up, Gabrielle fell into that trance again and had an intense orgasm. When she came down from the high Chris had given to her, she turned him on his back taking his hardon into her mouth. Chris then continued to lick her pussy and put a finger up her ass.

"No fair," her voice was muffled with the cock in her mouth. She grabbed his balls to play with in one of her hands. The other was still stroking his stalk as she swirled her tongue about the head of his dick.

"All's fair in love and war," he took his face away from her pussy just long enough to say it then plunged his tongue up her. They kept this going until he spilled his seed into her mouth and she sprayed her orgasm all over his face. When they both finally slowly came down from their highs, Gabrielle grabbed his hand to keep him from pulling his finger out of her ass.