“You can’t be doing things on your own anymore. From now on you have a driver and a bodyguard full time. We can dress them appropriately so they blend in. That stunt at the Westminster Diner? No more! What if Andy Stewart had been behind it, and the husband and wife team had been actors? You’d have been in Hagerstown, not him. No more of that stuff!”
Huh! It’s one thing to have your wife complain about that. It’s her job to complain about everything. It’s quite another to have a professional complain.
“One other thing. Mrs. Buckman, I am not trying to be indelicate, but I have noticed that you don’t have any tan lines…”
I snorted and began to laugh. I knew immediately where this was going! Marilyn turned beet red and spluttered, “You mean… you’ve seen… oh my God!” Marilyn frequently tanned topless by the pool while the kids were in school, and when it was just the two of us at Hougomont she often wore even less. I was going to miss that.
“I don’t want to be indiscreet, but a photographer with a telephoto lens could probably rent a helicopter for a thousand or two a day, and sell the photos for five to ten times that, more if Mister Buckman was with you and, well…” He left the sentence hanging. Donaldson at least had the decency to look a touch embarrassed to be bringing this up.
“Oh my God!” Marilyn wouldn’t even look at him, or me, for that matter.
I couldn’t take it any longer. I leaned back and laughed loud and long, at which point Marilyn reached over and punched me in the arm. That only made me laugh more. No more sex on the beach.
Eventually I stopped laughing, and the looks Marilyn was giving me indicated that sex on the beach, or anywhere else for that matter, was no longer a possibility in this lifetime. I simply smiled and asked, “So, we’re going to the Bahamas tomorrow. Do we need to cancel that, too? Or do you have a crew on standby for this?”
“I’d like to send a man and a woman with you. They can report back on any changes we need to make in the routines down there.”
“Okay, but they need to be here mid-morning, or it’s wheels up without them.”
“They’ll be here by nine.”
I stood up at that and walked Henry out, agreeing to make the changes necessary. I knew I wasn’t going to like some of them, but I also knew I had been lucky so far. He was right, being a billionaire and a Congressman was going to take some work.
I showed Henry out and headed back into the den. Harriet had put the kids to bed, and she and Big Bob were dozing in the living room. Marilyn looked at me sheepishly when I entered the den, and that just made me laugh some more. “The secret is out! You could have cost us the election!” I teased.
“You’re not funny!” was the riposte, although she began to giggle.
“If I’m not funny, then how come you’re laughing?”
“Do you think anybody actually saw me? I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life!”
“You mean besides me and your other boyfriends?” That earned me a squawk of outrage. I sat down at my desk and twirled around to face her. “Well, if we can’t have incredibly hot sex outside, we’ll just have to have incredibly hot sex inside.”
“Keep laughing and you’ll never have any sex anywhere!” I laughed at that, and Marilyn gave me a “Humph!” and stood up and headed for the door.
I made a long arm and got her around the waist as she passed me by. “I bet I can change your mind.”
“Oh? How?” she said snidely.
“Like this!” And with that statement I pulled her skirt up and grabbed the waistband of her pantyhose, and pulled them and her panties down.
“Carl!” she squealed. She looked wildly towards the closed door to the rest of the house. “We can’t! Not here!”
I kept pushing her pantyhose down below her knees to her ankles. “Your parents are snoozing, so you’d better not scream too loudly.” I lifted her up and spun her around so that she was sitting on my desk, her bare bottom on the calendar/blotter. I pushed her knees apart and put my face between her thighs and began to eat her out. For all of my wife’s complaining about her parent’s coming in, she was very excited and very wet. Almost immediately Marilyn began to whimper and squirm around on the desktop. I glanced up and she had her eyes closed and was biting on one knuckle; the other hand grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into her pussy and kept me there!
I chowed down through a couple of orgasms for my wife, and then pulled my head away. She was looking at me in a dazed fashion. I unzipped my pants and pushed them and my briefs down to my ankles. “Your turn,” I told her.
Marilyn slid off the desk and down to the floor. My cock was stiff as an iron pipe. I didn’t want or need any sort of ‘foreplay’, so when she opened her mouth and took me inside, I pushed forward and put my hands in her hair and fed it to her completely. It felt good, really good, and she sucked me and jacked my shaft, and I don’t think I lasted two minutes.
After swallowing my load, Marilyn licked her lips and sat back on her ankles. “I bet the President doesn’t have to worry about helicopters buzzing the house and taking photos. He can probably have them shot down!” she said, giggling a touch.
I smiled down at her. “No, but I bet the Russians have satellites that could take photos! Wouldn’t that be a kick!?”
I stood up and helped Marilyn to her feet. We pulled ourselves together and grabbed the glasses and headed back to the living room. Marilyn’s parents were both snoring in the recliners. I rolled my eyes at Marilyn. She scooted down the hall to the bedroom and I woke them and sent them to bed. We readied ourselves for bed, made love, and then fell asleep.
Any hope I had of an early morning quickie was destroyed when Holly and Molly decided to join us when the sun rose. They came running into our bedroom and jumped on the bed. The two peppered us with questions about what we would do by ourselves in the Bahamas (I chuckled at that and got a dirty look from their mother) as well as what would happen when I started my new job. Were we moving? Were they going to a new school? What would happen with Dum-Dum? Were we getting a divorce, so that Daddy could move and Mommy could stay behind!? (I whispered to Marilyn that sounded reasonable, and got punched in the ribs for my trouble.) Some of the questions we had heard yesterday, and they wanted to know more.
Marilyn chased the girls out of the room and we both headed into the bathroom. I debated joining her in the shower, but with three kids and her parents in the house, it didn’t seem like a real bright idea. I brushed my teeth while she showered, and then it was my turn. I was still dressed and out of the bathroom before she was.
We answered a bunch of questions over breakfast, but then we loaded the kids on the school bus. No, we weren’t getting a divorce. (We had to explain that one to Marilyn’s parents, who got a kick out of it.) No, we weren’t moving. No, they weren’t changing schools. Dum-Dum was going to be just fine. Charlie had a bunch of questions, too, but he was a bit more practical. His were related to figuring out what he could get away with while Mom and Dad were away for the next few days! He headed out the door and I just looked at Big Bob and Harriett. “He’s all yours! Don’t call us unless he gets kidnapped. I’m going to make the kidnappers pay to give him back!”
“He’s too much like his father,” said Marilyn.
“Yeah? Well, then, I’ll just do like my father and not bail him out of jail!”
Marilyn snorted. “You’ve always gotten out of jail on your own, just fine.”
Big Bob and Harriett looked at each other at this. “You haven’t really been in jail, have you?”
I just gave them a really wicked grin. “So many times I’ve lost track! Five or six times, at least! Ask your daughter someday.”