The Politician's Wife Pt. 01

The central male character in this story is a politician. Since the story was written in Australia, a country that operates under the Westminster system of governance, applying also in New Zealand, Britain and Canada, politicians are referred to as parliamentarians, rather than congressmen and women, as applies in USA.

Melissa Tells Her Story

Chapter One

When a person lives a very public life, there are many hazards to watch out for. Like who you associate with or even might be seen mingling with ... that can be brought up to embarrass, humiliate, or worse, even blackmail you. You must also be so careful with financial transactions to ensure all of your dealings are clean and there is no illicit money trail that can be investigated.

I knew exactly what I was getting into when I pursued, and subsequently married, my husband. He was already married when I met him ... so what? If it wasn't me, it would have been another woman on the lookout for a good catch ... I just spotted him first. From that initial meeting, I knew he couldn't be happy with the incumbent wife and, when he soon began sneaking away from her to get a piece of my body every chance he could, I knew it would only be a matter of time. How long? Six months from meeting him, his first marriage ended and he proposed to me, all in the one week.

I knew from the first night we met that here was an ambitious man on his way to the top; his take no prisoners attitude attracted me. Many women find an exciting sexual appeal in having a man who wields genuine power in life ... makes a woman want to be along for the ride. Jeffrey was that kind of man, a going-places political career in front of him and no limit on how far he would go to reach the top.

It was handy that I was from the same side of politics and, along the way in my career, I had learned a fair amount about the party machine, the factions and how wheeling and dealing of political life operated.

I met Jeffrey that October night at a cocktail party. I was working in PR at the time and had a bit to do with organising the function and advising my client as to who should be on the guest list. Although, I didn't know much about Jeffrey before that night, hence I didn't have him on the list. But he was a buddy of my client, who had already deduced that Jeffrey was a man on the way up and a person he needed to cultivate. I would learn the same lesson that evening.

Jeffrey arrived at the function an hour late ... I later learned this was a technique he regularly used so he would be noticed making an entrance. Along with half the room, I saw him come in and was immediately attracted to him ... a sort of animal magnetism. He was handsome, but in a rugged sort of way, rather than all smooth skin, fake tan, a whiff of Brut and smiles.

I was curious who this man was and after seeing him chat to my client, I slipped across to ask my client who was the new arrival. He filled me in like he was reading from the guy's C.V. What caught my attention most was that he was the newly elected parliamentary member in one of the safest electorates in the best part of town. By safe, I mean his party had a huge majority there, the sort of seat where they only catapulted in the candidates with the greatest long-term potential. And he sure had potential.

I kept my eyes on him - not a hard thing to do - ensuring he didn't slip away early, letting the wannabe's have their go to impress him first. Then, as guests began to drift away and the function wound down, I worked my way into the conversation he was already having with two younger men who looked to be quite impressionable in his presence.

I am pleased to say that my timing turned out perfect. I'd been thinking of ways to get the two young hangers-on to drop off, but never had to resort to implementing that plan. Jeffrey did it for me. He thoroughly scanned my body up and down as if mentally undressing me when I eased my way into the conversation. I guess he determined quickly that I could likely be his sweet distraction for after the party. So, to ensure that he didn't miss his chance at having me, Jeffrey did such a neat get lost on the two young guys that was borderline on whether it was simply subtle or downright rude.

Now that it was only the two of us in a corner of the function room, he began to draw on his repertoire of pick-up lines. If only men knew how to read the mind of a woman. You see, by then, it didn't matter what he might say to me for the rest of the night ... I had already picked him as the man I wanted to link my shooting star to. While he attempted to sound cool and stud-like, I had already determined that my 'Don't fuck the guy on the first date' policy would be shredded tonight. This man was going to be mine and the pursuit begins immediately.

Jeffrey didn't admit to being married initially, but my client included that completely insignificant fact in his briefing to me. So when Jeffrey suggested we go somewhere quiet and get to know each other a lot better, I amused myself by giving him my most captivating come on smile and suggested, "How about your place?" Just to see what he'd say!

"Err no," he stuttered, "I'm ... err, renovating and the place is a mess."

I wasn't about to let him off the hook so easily, "And besides your wife mightn't have prepared the spare room for us..."

Jeffrey blushed red at being caught out ... had I met a politician who was stuck for words? If so, only for a moment. Then there was relief in his captivating smile when he saw my couldn't care less kind of grin and I added, "Don't worry, my place will do just fine."

I would say that the realisation hit him at that moment that he wasn't dealing with some rank amateur bimbo, but a woman who knew what she wanted and was about to stake her claim, "Sounds good, lead the way Melissa."

He took my arm and we made a quick exit from the function, both relishing the sexual excitement and anticipation of what we mutually knew would come next, given that I had made it patently obvious that I wanted this man ... and wanted him tonight.

He hailed a cab outside on the street and I gave the driver my address. He kissed me for the first time in the back seat of the cab. I wasn't disappointed, it will be a bonus to find this man to be strong sexually, given that I've already determined I want him as my partner in life, even before he has passed the sexual audition I was about to set for him.

The cab pulled up outside my apartment building and I had to pull his head away to prise his lips off mine so I could open the door while Jeffrey paid the driver. He caught up with me and I pressed the security code to open the ground floor doors.

We rode the elevator up to my apartment on level 14. Another couple came as far as the 6^th floor. When they got out, I leaned in to let him kiss me again. My hand slipped inside his unbuttoned suit jacket and I ran my palm over his chest. Men have sensitive nipples too and I had this primal urge to finger caress his through his shirt.

We walk, arm in arm, along the long corridor to my apartment at the end of the building, the furthest unit from the elevator. At my front door, I rummage in my purse for the key while he patiently stands alongside. When I produce my key, he steps forward, taking it from me to fit in the lock. I like his old world gesture that is akin to standing back to let a woman enter a room first and walking on the outside of a woman when on a sidewalk beside moving traffic.

Once inside, I retrieve my front door key from Jeffrey, returning it to my purse before turning to face him. He moves in close to me, it is obvious that whatever choice of liquid refreshment I am about to offer will be rejected. He looks to have only sex on his mind and is not to be denied. But I feel an obligation to not make his seduction of me that easy.

Deciding to stall as a way of heightening the anticipation ... to make him want me more, I go ahead anyway, suggesting, "Can I offer you a wine or a beer. I've got bourbon if you'd prefer that ... or maybe just a coffee?"

"No, nothing Melissa ... only you. That's all I want, I want you."

"I want you too Jeffrey, but there's no rush. I feel like a drink first, so please let me get you something. We can sit out on the balcony and take in the city lights, get to know each other. Take a few minutes to enjoy the anticipation of what might be to come."

"Melissa, I've already anticipated what's to come and how good it's going to feel to be inside you. Babe, you know that's why I'm here, and you want it too. Oh, I know you are going to be so hot."

"Is that what you want tonight Jeffrey, do you want a hot woman? Don't you get hot at home?"

"Don't tease me babe, I need you right now."

"Oh, sorry I forgot," I begin, a touch of sarcasm in my voice, "of course you can't waste time having a drink and admiring the city lights because your wife expects you to come straight home from the cocktail party."

"Don't involve my wife in this, babe. Don't disappoint me, you came onto me as a woman who knows exactly what she wants. I want that too! The fact I'm married doesn't faze you one bit."

"You're right about that Jeffrey, I do know what I want ... when you walked into that party tonight, I saw what I wanted. Lucky for me, the fact you came home with me - and that I'm guessing your cock's hard - means you want it too."

He wraps an arm around me, pulling my body against his roughly. I feel his large hard body press against me. Signalling his carnal intentions, he grinds his hips forward, pushing his hard-on against my belly. Responsively, I wrap an arm around his neck, pulling his face toward mine and we kiss ... very passionately.

While our lips grind together and our tongues quickly entwine, his hands become busy, roaming up and down my back several times. Then his palms grasp my dress where it clings to my arse, dragging it up, rolling it until furling it just below my waist. Those hands dive down again, slipping and sliding in sweet caress over my smooth rounded cheeks ... the thin strand of material that is my thong affords no protection from his wandering fingers, tucked as it is between my cheeks. His digits descend lower - underneath - one finger, then two, probing between my thighs. My legs shuffle, almost involuntarily, widening my stance.

My whole torso rises up as his fingers delve within my pubis, hefting me upward. Probing fingers reaching in from behind, my legs stretched taut on the super high heels that I still wear. No difficulty for his fingers to access my private parts, I am running wet with bodily juices in anticipation of being joined in copulation with this man.

When our lungs need to draw deep heavy breaths after the exhaustion and heat of the kiss, I expect him to drag me off, maybe even carry me, into my bedroom. But to my surprise, he suggests, "Now let's see those city lights you were so eager to show me."

The initial exciting kiss has been so deeply passionate that I want my warm bed now - having passed that stupid romantic idea to sit on my balcony, sipping a drink while contemplating when the hot sex might begin. But even as I anticipate being dragged into my bedroom, Jeffrey pulls me the other way, out to my balcony. With his body fitted up tightly behind me and my black dress still hiked up between waist and hips, exposing my long legs, accentuated on high heels, I can do little but comply. Unlocking the door to my balcony, sliding it open for us to step out into the cool of this October evening.

It isn't a huge balcony. We approach the rail and pause ... I feel fingers on the zipper of my dress in back, lowering it so that the top half drops forward, leaving me only in my bra above the waist ... I am thankful I chose to wear sexy black tonight. A woman never knows which night she might get lucky. His fingers work the catch on the bra frantically and then it's gone, dropping to the balcony floor. The cool night air hits my breasts, erecting my nipples into hard nubs. His warm hands fold over them, establishing a sensual contrast. But the cool air is on my thighs too ... I am curious why he would prefer bringing me to the exposed balcony over the warm comfort of my large bed.

"Grab the railing," he whispers up close in my ear, his face in my hair, planting soft kisses everywhere on my head. I do as directed and his hand slips from my breast, reappearing at my hips, tugging on my barely-there thong, shoving it down to my knees. To help, I bring my legs together so the tiny piece of lingerie cascades down around my ankles. I lift one foot to kick the thong away, re-spread my legs, feeling those fingers active again at my pubis, sliding between my pussy lips, swirling around my clitoris, even delving inside my vagina to arouse my g spot. It is so nice to have a man who knows all the right buttons to push.

His left hand massages my left breast while the fingers on his right play within my pussy. My hands grip the balcony rail, my body bent forward, feet spread, well back from the railing. Surely he doesn't intend to do me doggie from behind out here in the cool night air when we could get really hot and heavy in my bed?

But that is his intention. His probing fingers in my pussy momentarily desert me. I guess that he is opening his trousers to release a cock that I haven't even seen yet. Damn him ... for this man, I am abandoning all my customary rules. Not only would I never normally fuck on the first date, but I always visually check out any object that a man wants to insert into any of my body's openings. I have no indication if his is small, average, large or huge, or even if he is circumcised or not.

Too late now to assess, I can feel it. Unleashed - and uncovered - brushing the tops of my inner thighs as he presses it to me from behind, sliding in the wetness of my labia, foraging all the way through to hit my clitoral bud. It feels good despite not expecting my first fuck with this man to occur in this most unlikely location. Are you onto that? That's right, I specified first! Despite his current married status, I am already determining he will be mine and this is only the first of many. I will need to insist on my comfortable warm bed for dates 2, 3 and 4.

His lips are at the back of my neck, nuzzling. I feel them hard, tightening on my skin. "Are you giving me a love bite?" I check, half turning my head, trying to look back at him.

"Leaving my brand on you babe, I don't want you to forget this night."

"Oh I doubt that I'll forget being done out here in the cold when we could be safely tucked away in a warm bed."

"Melissa, you will soon learn that I am not a missionary man."

"Jeffrey, I like that you sound to be experimental in sex. That's a good thing, but missionary does have it's rewards. I enjoy watching my man's eyes as he pushes himself into me."

"Yes, I guess there is that about it." As he says that, I feel the round head of his cock slot into the opening of my pleasure sheath and he presses quite forcefully up inside me. The depth of his long slow insertion takes my breath away, although my passage is so wet that his entry is painless. The inner reproductive workings of my body have been leaking my juices rapaciously for the past hour in readiness for this moment.

So deep is his first thrust that it seems like he will only need one more flick of his hips to seat his cock snugly home inside me, his erection deeply embedded in my tight sheath. My hands grip the balcony railing tighter as the fingers of his left hand pinch and squeeze my left nipple stirringly and the fingers on his right hand find my clit. He begins slowly withdrawing his erection. The feel of his prime sexual tool inside me feels so good in spite of this awkward position that I emit an involuntary, "NO!" as his hot hard shaft appears to slip from me. Thankfully, it doesn't quite separate from me, the head tenuously clinging to the opening of my wet vagina, pausing there for what seems tantalisingly far too long before plunging deep back inside to completely fill me.

Most men seem to hesitate driving inside a woman too hard and too fast in the early stages and I've always believed that their reasoning is to restrain themselves for fear of it feeling too good too soon and subsequently cumming prematurely.

In my long sexual journey, I've experienced the other kind, who go at it like a bull at a gate, leaving nothing in the tank for the long haul. For the first minute, I think I may, to my apprehension, have found another of the hard, fast ... and quickie. But Jeffrey will go on to prove he doesn't fit that category.

From the outset, I know I am in for a strong, hard driving fuck ... and that seems appropriate for the unusual location he has selected. I have no complaints about how forceful and demanding his fucking style is on my body, my only concern is how long he can last at this pace. Jeffrey holds nothing back, his hard cock touches every fibre of my passage on every stroke ... hitting the end too. It's strange, but I figured he'd be good right from that first sight of him ... he had an aura about him.

I have no difficulty in cumming in spite of the awkward surroundings, the cool night air chilling my skin while the powerful heat of his erection burns my insides.

"Let it go, tell the world," he whispers in my ear, sensing that my heavy breathing indicates my impending orgasm. The warmth of his body wraps against my back and bum as if we are spooning. He seems to drive even harder and faster into my pleasure sheath, tightly filling me with every powerful thrust.

So I do as he encourages me! As the waves of pleasure wash over me and this man maintains his steady driving pace without let-up, I open my lungs, oblivious to my surroundings and the risk of my neighbours in the adjacent apartment tower across the street hearing me, letting fly with a succession of gasps and groans and spirited yips for joy as my new man pleasures me beyond my wildestexpectations.

Overcoming the exhaustion I have exerted to reach my pleasure peak, in the midst of my throbbing orgasm, I half turn my head again, "What if your little wifey wants some of this when you get home tonight?"

"She won't!" he whispers in my ear again before moving his lips to the other side of my neck to plant a matching love bite there, prompting an excited girlish squeal to escape from my lips.

"How can you be so sure?"

"She's on her period this week."

"Is that the reason you came home with me tonight? Because the shop is closed at home."

I don't get an immediate answer, forced to grip the railing even harder and tighten my legs in their spread stance as my new lover kicks his thrusts up yet aother gear, almost knocking me off my feet with his even stronger driving thrusts.

"I'm here because you are the sexiest woman I've ever met," he shouts in my ear.

I smile with self-satisfaction, because he says it like he means it, that he really wants to be here with me on my balcony, risking his marriage to fuck me so hard, possibly his career too, given his growing high public profile as a parliamentarian.

I shut up to savour the looming second orgasm that is rapidly overwhelming my body, pushing my arse back at him, hoping this time his release might join with mine.

"Do you have protection?" his voice is whispering in my ear.

I am pleasantly surprised at his consideration of me in the heat of the moment. But is his question for my benefit or his ... a man with his profile cannot afford to be fathering little bastards all over town.

I half-turn my head again, "Yes, I'm good ... err ... let it cum ... oh, err ... thanks for caring."