Stanley Redman - Mark_s wandering wife vol. II

"You know something, Senator," she said, her thin smile drawn bitingly at the corners of her pretty mouth. "You're a lush."

The bar separated them. He pressed her glass across to her and lifted his own once more. "So?" he said, "and why not?"

"What would your constituents think?" she needled.

"I'm hardly concerned," he answered her matter of factly.

"You're a weak man," she shot at him. "Virile… yet weak."

He shrugged. "I wouldn't believe a combination like that was possible, Pet."

"You're a lover, Darling… unfortunately for you, eh?" Dianne's lovely eyes narrowed. "But you're made of piss. You're prick is the best part of you… the only part that has any backbone to it, in fact. But then… you already know that don't you, Darling."

Mark said nothing. He was used to these little episodes. She had let herself go in the bed only moments before, subjugated herself to his masculinity in her immediate sexual need; now she must regain her dominant standing over him by crushing any ambitious thoughts he might be entertaining of reviving the old status… or just his station as a man. He gulped away his drink.

"Do you realize where you'd be right now politically if it wasn't for me, Mark Coleman?" she threw at him.

Mark ran his tongue over his thin lips. Finally, he said: "Yes. Nowhere. I'd be a simple, happy, practicing attorney… or possibly, even a State Senator trying to do a good job…"

"Crap!" Dianne spat. "You were crooked, greedy and warped from the day you were born… just like all the rest of the Colemans that occupied this pile of stone, lorded it over the poor and stole their way into the Capital. Oohhh, don't try to parade your qualities to me, Senator Coleman. I know you, remember?"

Mark shrugged. He hated these incidents, but knew no way around them once she'd set herself off. And to imagine, he thought inwardly, the memory bringing a tiny smile to his lips, that once she was his secretary… that once, she loved him…

"What the hell are you grinning at?" Dianne snapped. "Is something funny, Senator? You stupid man! Are you aware that right at this moment Judge Reed is considering endorsing Byron Acker at the Convention next week?"

Mark's smile broadened. "I've heard rumors," he said, seemingly unmoved.

"Do you realize what that means? You haven't a chance without Reed's support!"

Once more, Mark shrugged. "I could care less," he said calmly.

Dianne's eyes blazed as she gaped at him. "Damn you! You nothing individual! Well… well I care, do you understand? I haven't stayed with you and worked like a demon to see the Governor's mansion go down the drain because you haven't the guts to fight for it."

"Maybe, I don't want it, Dianne," he snapped back at her for the first time. "Did that ever occur to you?"

"Why… why… you stupid, thankless, drunken imbecile!" Dianne half screamed at him. "Who gives one damn what you want? It's what I want that counts in this house… and you better understand that… unless you want me to destroy you and all the Colemans all the way back to old Matt himself!"

Mark stared at her, but oddly enough he wasn't upset. It was a reiteration of the same old line. There was no question; she had the upper hand and both of them knew it. He poured bourbon into his glass and remained silent. Obviously, his loving wife had devised a scheme… something probably worthy of a witch. She wanted to be the Governor's wife… and undoubtedly, she would. Dear God… and to think that he actually loved her…

"I have a plan," she said after a fashion, her voice dropping to the familiar conniving level. "Properly handled, it's foolproof. That obese slob can't help but fall in line… unless he wants his lovable, charming niece publicized as a wanton whore."

Mark's eyes jerked upward to lock on his vicious wife's magnificent face. "What the hell are you talking about?" he hissed.

Dianne smiled. She climbed onto one of the two stools with her bare bottom and patted the other. "Come around and sit, Darling, then, I'll tell you. After… I think you and I will go back to bed for awhile and enjoy some plain, everyday fornicating. I still have a damnable itch inside this pussy of mine… Interested?"

Her eyes had softened and her smile widened. She reached across the bar and caught his hand, pulling it to her and placing it on her full, erect soft breast. Mark felt his cock jerk. God almighty, he couldn't resist her when she slipped into this mood. He withdrew his hand, scooped up his bourbon and drained the glass. She, too, drank.

"Pour us a couple more, Lover," she said softly, her even white teeth finally nibbling at her forever pouting lower lip.

Then, he saw the tip of her small pink tongue trace the line of that lip, and he thought of it as it swirled around the head of his prick and his member gave a second lurch. My God, he loved her so much! Her magnificent breasts nearly rested upon the bar, the tiny, pink, distending nipples that were hardening before his very eyes, seeming to crave the caresses of his hands. He raised his eyes to her face again. She was utterly beautiful; her long silken blonde hair cascaded in rippling tresses around her shoulders. She made a little, nose-twisting face to tantalize him. His cock jumped once more. He picked up the bottles in unison and filled their glasses, then, walked around the small bar. His brain swam luxuriantly, blottingly, sexually, from the alcohol. He didn't care. Shit! He didn't care!

"Okay, Pet… you lovely creature, let's have it," he said, climbing onto the other stool, his member reaching into more solid hardness. He lay a hand on her full warm thigh and she smiled at him. Then, she reached over and found his swelling shaft, squeezing it almost affectionately.

"It'll work, Darling," she said softly.

"I'm sure it will," said Mark, somewhat gaspingly at her touch. "I've great faith in you, Sweetheart."

She clamped her hand even tighter. A sensation of lewd excitement stirred within her. Automatically, she began to milk his stone-hard, erect cock. She could almost feel it inside her, pounding and probing, nudging the mouth of her womb. She wanted to go to the bed, but there were still things to talk about, ways and methods, a plan of great advantage to be discussed.

God, she thought suddenly. I'll sleep with him all night tonight! I'll drain the very life out of him! I'll show him what it might be like… what it could be like…!

"Now," she said. "Right now! Come over and fuck me, Lover. We'll talk later. Please…?"

"Y-Yeah… right now," Mark replied, his head spinning, his cock jerking. "I want to fuck you now, Dianne. My God… I love you!"

"I know, Darling. I really love you too!"

Laurie Gates had excitedly labeled it their "little honeymoon." She was exuberant with anticipation on their way to the airport. She cuddled close to Phillip in the back seat of the taxi, her belly churning with tiny tingling fermentations. A wanton feeling of illicitness filled her, as if she were about to partake of forbidden pleasure with a very desirable man she hardly knew. Phillip smiled over at her, but he seemed mentally a world away. Never, mind, Darling, she thought, it'll all be different by the time we come home again.

She was that determined that the next three days in the Capital were going to be glorious… the beginning of a whole new life for them together. Earlier, she had said something of that nature to him and he'd reminded her it was a political convention they were attending, and a very important one that was bound to consume most of his time, but she refused to believe that anything could interfere with her plans. It was now or never, she'd decided, and better that she find out at nineteen rather than twenty or twenty-five.