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BEE-5538 Swap Party Campaign by Allan Taylor
Chapter 1
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.
The door closed behind the secretary and John rose to catch his voluptuous wife around the waist. He
held her close up against him, so close that Ruth could feel every ridge of his rising cock against her
softly trembling belly.
"Yes," she admitted. "Yes, I was thinking of that!"
"Want some more?" he inquired, teasingly, holding her tighter still, until Ruth could feel the beginning of
the 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 the wickedness of being fucked by her husband in his campaign
headquarters, she really didn't have time for it today. She was supposed to meet Dan Michaels in an
hour. She had a few things to do before she met him for their once a week meeting, and her pussy
tingled hotly at what he might have planned for that afternoon.
"I have a few minutes right now," John declared, "for a quick fuck."
The softness of her summer dress made Ruth feel almost naked as she stood there in his arms. As it was,
she no longer wore any brassiere at all, hadn't worn one for years, and she had on only the briefest of
bikini panties, so tiny that they just barely covered the tiny dark triangle of her fur-covered pussy. 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 for his cock fucking deep in her belly that made her shiver.
She was about to agree to a quickie when a buzzer sounded behind them at her husband's desk.
John left her and pressed a button.
"Mr. Blaine on the line, sir," his secretary replied.
Ruth made a face and John looked at her as if to say, "What can I do?" Andrew Blaine was the leader
of the Republican party in Pleasureville, and it was important to John Connor's campaign that he have his
support. It would mean the difference between winning and losing.
"Put him on," John said, sitting down in the wooden desk chair.
Ruth approached him and kissed him gently on the forehead. "Charm him silly," she said. "You need his
support."
John grabbed his wife around her waist and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply before he answered the
phone.
"Mr. Blaine, glad you could return my call."
John let go of his wife and motioned for her to lock the door, and, with a secret smile, she did so. His
wife was very good at knowing what he wanted. If he wanted to fuck, which was what he normally
wanted to do, then she would want to as well. They had one hell of a successful arrangement, even to
being able to have their own extramarital activities, as long as they were very discreet and they wouldn't
hurt his political career.
Ruth hadn't always been so liberated; in fact, when they had first been married he had almost given up
hope at being able to have a normal sexual relationship with her. He would have stayed married to her
regardless, because he loved her very much, but the marriage might not have lasted this long if it hadn't
been for her sudden change. Perhaps she had realized that she might lose him if she didn't loosen up, and
so one night, she had let loose. Even now, after lots of fucks with Ruth and other women, he still counted
that night as one of the most wild experiences he had ever had.
Ruth's reddish hair was tied back in a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck, and now as she stood
beside her husband, she untied it, letting it fall in silken copper waves around her shoulders. Her bright
gray eyes sparkled with anticipation. Her heart-shaped face was free from all but a minimal amount of
makeup. A look of anticipation passed over her face as she knelt down on the floor beside her
husband's seated figure.
"Sure, lunch sounds fine. My wife? Certainly she'd love to come with us tomorrow. That sounds fine.
We can leave the discussion until then. Right." He hung up the phone as his wife reached toward the
zipper of her husband's fly. The soft sound of it unzipping seemed to fill the room as John swung his chair
around sideways. Easily, Ruth's deft fingers reached up and clasped the thickly throbbing mass of John's
cock. He leaned his head back against the chair and let his mind be absorbed by her fingers as they
began a slow up and down movement on the nakedly exposed flesh.
Ruth held her husband's thickly pulsing hardness in one hand and began to pull the thick foreskin down,
sending the rubbery tip of his prick shooting upward to glisten nakedly in the air.
"Nice and hard," she mumbled so softly that no one in the outer offices could hear. "Oooooh, how nice!"
She looked up inquiringly and John nodded to her once more, in such a way that she knew perfectly well
what he meant. Standing up, Ruth slid her thin summer dress upward, revealing beneath it her shapely,
well developed legs, tanned to perfection. She removed her sandals and stood in her bare feet on the
deep pile of the rug of John's headquarters, and then, reaching upward, she began to slip off her flimsy
silk panties. Ruth's pussy was covered with deep coppery curls, and John could feel his hardened cock
give an excited jerk at the sight of it. He watched with admiration as his wife's face clouded over with a
desire that promised one hell of a fuck and made his cock jerk painfully as his imagination leapt ahead to
what was to come. Ruth's soft lips quivered as she languidly moved closer. Her panties had been
kicked off, and now she spread her legs wide as he closed his knees together. Centered between the
shiny pink flesh of her hips and the softly rounded shape of her belly lay the perfect furry triangle of
Ruth's quivering pussy. She seemed about to do a split as her feet slipped outward further and further
from her husband's hard thighs. Simultaneously, the soft, curl-rimmed mouth of her cunt was opening
wider still as she lowered herself onto the heavily throbbing prick below.
"Mmmmmmm ... yesssss ... yessssssss ..." John was moaning. There was nothing that made his day
more than a call from his beautiful wife and a wild fucking session with her in his campaign headquarters.
Ruth brought herself slowly down as she faced her lewdly excited husband. She bit her lower lip as she
felt the hardness of John's cock touching against her naked cunt flesh. She let herself remain poised upon
its hotly quivering tip; her lewdly trembling pussy lips pulsing against his massively throbbing cock ... and
then she began to move. Pressing her softly trembling tits beneath her loosely cut dress against his
chest, her slick, wet outer cuntlips were beginning to slip up and down the length of his cock, though he
had not yet entered her.
John began to daydream ... thinking of all the times he had fucked his lovely wife, and aside from that
one night, which had been the best of all, each succeeding time was better than the last. All these things
went through his head as his cock grew harder and harder. His exciting wife was moving faster and
faster, building up a friction in the external area of her widespread pussy, feeling her young husband's
cock throb and tremble against her. She slowed her pace and began to ride slowly and sensuously over
it. The huge prick between her legs felt good to her as the thick foreskin slid back and forth beneath the
lewd pressuring, and finally the heavily pulsing head became a huge mass against the mouth of her hungry
pussy. She knew it was time then.
Her John's wonderful cock! she thought to herself. She smiled at him as she panted above him and then
planted small kisses on his lips. Her ecstatically quivering tits nudging into his chest, her soft sweet breath
in his nostrils, her wetly quivering cunt on his cock ... he was in heaven!
Ruth's creamy white thighs spread outward and the pink slit of hotly seeping cunt nestled lovingly now
against his heavily throbbing cock where it thrust upward from the opening in his pants. John moved his
arms around his beautiful wife and she put hers up around his neck. Her tightly gripping pussy slid
tenderly up and down along the huge shaft of his cock, and her body began to jerk wildly. His
passionate wife was deep in an erotic trance. She could not voice her pleasure because it seemed to fill
her body and rob her of all but the lewd feeling of his cock nudging her cunt.
She reached her hand down and spread her aching pussylips with her fingers as much as possible and
then let his cock fit up inside their cum-slick circumference.
Unable to stand any more of it, John cried out and bucked his hips forward and upward as hard as he
could. Ruth could hardly keep from crying out, but somehow she managed as the huge cunt-splitting
cock fucked slowly upward into her tightly gripping cunt. Slowly it wormed its way up into her, and she
worked her hips down upon it, filling herself with its hugeness, loving it, and wanting it with all her
seething flesh.
He began to fuck upward higher and higher into the wet darkness of his wife's hungry cunt.
"Oh yeah ... oh yeah ... oh yeah ..." he murmured. "Yes, yes, YES!"
Ruth wanted to scream out to him as she sometimes did when they were alone at home. Oh fuck me.
Fuck me. Fuck me, John. Fuck me good and hard!
The young husband had begun a steady fucking rhythm up into her hungrily devouring pussy, his cock
pushing, sliding, racing farther up into her. His cock throbbed between the wetly clinging cuntlips, the
tightness of them sending fiery thrills through him as he began to fuck his hips hard up and down. He felt
her alternately relax and tighten on his advancing and retreating cock.
Ruth's naked asscheeks, trembling and white, slid up and down upon her husband's legs as she felt
herself ramming open mouthed down upon his prick. She had freed his cum-laden balls from his pants,
and they wormed up into the tightly clenched crack between her eagerly trembling thighs. Her hot,
velvety, hair-fringed cunt clung to the huge thickness of his deeply fucking cock, the wet, pink mouth
spreading wide to admit every inch. In spite of herself, she began to emit low, heated moans of passion
as her huge billowing tits heaved and her lips twisted with erotic passion. Her mouth worked excitedly as
her voluptuously writhing body broke out in a thin film of perspiration. Her head rolled from side to side,
her copper-red hair swaying, as her sensuously flaring hips began a slow, demanding roll above her
husband's heavily screwing cock. And then suddenly, with an erotically wet, sluicing noise, her hungrily
grasping pussy screwed itself nakedly down even more tightly against him and John was forced to clench
his teeth in a desperate effort not to cry out.
Meanwhile, Ruth, who lewdly straddled John's huge cock, had entered another world. Her lush,
sensuous body was bursting with lust as every atom of it responded to John's pussy-stretching cock, and
in a wildly untamed manner she rode him relentlessly. Her body screaming inside with agonizing delight,
she gurgled softly as the licentiously mounting sensations overtook her right there in her husband's
headquarters with a bevy of vote-getting volunteers outside in the front office. Out the window she could
see the tree-lined street of Pleasureville, and all along she was being magnificently fucked by her darling
young husband! Nothing else mattered but the incredible licentious feelings racing inside her totally filled
and churning cunt, making her quiver wildly as the huge, blunt cock sped hotly in and out of her steaming
cunt.
The hot, wet pussy flesh jerked and twitched spasmodically around John's lust-driven cock as the
startling tide of the cum struck him.
A scalding flood of cum juices gushed deep up into the softly yielding flesh of her cunt that surrounded
his throbbing cock as he fucked on into both of their cums. They seemed to cum forever, his hot, slick
juice ricocheting wildly against her desperately contracting womb. Her hands grabbed onto John's dark
hair as they writhed together on the chair and choked back the moans that threatened to pour forth from
both their lips, and John knew that Ruth was cumming not once but several times in rapid succession.
Her eyes were totally lost, turned upward into their sockets as a glistening bit of saliva formed upon her
lips. John could see that she was enjoying it every bit as much as he. She was wriggling this way and
that, moving her nakedly spread pussy up and down and from side to side, milking every tiny drop of
hotly gushing juice from his wildly cumming cock. Her mouth bit down hard on his suddenly, and John
felt everything inside him lurch toward her. He was giving her his all, and this wild, mind-blowing cum
was his reward. It spun through his system, creating turmoil in every nerve ending, and the young
husband felt the receding sensations being prolonged by the intense sucking pressure of his wife's tight,
hair-lined cunt passage on his still wildly fucking cock. A thin rivulet of perspiration trickled from his
forehead as Ruth slumped at last into his arms. There was a lewd pool of wetness where their naked
flesh still touched, and John was glad that he always kept a change of clothes in his headquarters office.
He would need it today.
Jesus! he thought. Jesus Christ!
Ruth lifted herself up from her young husband's slowly deflating cock. She felt weak and drained, but
somehow uplifted. She had a meeting with Dan in half an hour and she could only guess what game he
would play with her this afternoon. She looked adoringly at her young husband as she began to hurriedly
adjust her clothes.
"Got to go now, darling," she murmured against his hair. "I've got to meet Dan in a few minutes. You
know how he hates to be kept waiting." She stepped into her thin silk panties and headed for the door.
She turned around, then looked lovingly at her husband.
"Lunch tomorrow with Andrew Blaine?"
"Right. One o'clock all right?"
"You know it is. I'll see you tonight," she said and shut the door softly behind her.
John smiled broadly. He knew that before long, he would be the mayor of this city. His popularity was
increasing steadily and they were just about ready to start the big thrust for the election. Most of the
other candidates were old and they had the same political outlook that their parties had had for years.
Big talk, little action. He could change all that, his promises were practical and ambitious and he had
already proved by his work in the city council that when he promised something, he made that promise
good. Because of this aspect of his nature, and his brilliant innovative ideas, he was an almost sure
winner for the mayor's seat.
There was only the slightest bit of tingling left in John's cock as the memory of his beautiful wife's
licentious visit of only a few moments before flashed through his brain. He was looking forward to
tonight, for he knew that when Ruth came home from her rendezvous with Dan Michaels she would, as
always, be like a female wildcat out of control.
Chapter 2
Ruth walked quickly out of her husband's headquarters and down the street toward Dan Michaels'
apartment. Her pussy tingled wonderfully at the thought of her husband's cock fucking deep into her
cunt. And she quickened her pace toward Dan's.
Then Ruth was aware of someone calling her name. At first she wasn't sure, but then she knew it was so.
"Ruth ... Ruth!"
A dark car rolled up beside her, and a man leaned over and held the door open for her.
"Get in!" he called. "It's too far to walk from here, Ruth."
It was Dan, of course. He was never one to wait for something he wanted.
Trying not to think about all that, she hurried into the car and closed the door behind her. She must act
natural, as if she hadn't just been screwed silly by her darling husband.
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