Allan Taylor

Swap party campaign

CHAPTER ONE

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.