Grace Wilkenson

The Family Swappers book two

Chapter 1

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.