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«What? Why would you even want to know that?» Kamala said as she set down her glass of wine. «Oh, come on honey, I just want to know who I’m competing with here.» Came her husbands reply. «You’re not competing with anybody Dougie,» she laughed. «We’re married, remember?» «I know we are! But I also happen to know that you were single for a long time before we met, and you can not make me believe that you didn’t sleep with anybody back then.» He said nonchalantly, taking a sip from his beer. «You know, being single does not equal no sex, Doug.» «That’s what I’m trying to say! Come on babe, I’m sure there were times at the Senate Christmas party where things got a bit out of hand. I mean, you are an attractive woman, I see the way other men, and women might I add, look at you.» Doug looked straight into her eyes, winked at her and smiled that charming smile that always made her insides feel warm. «Please tell me. I promise to never bring it up again if you do.»
Kamala didn’t know why it mattered so much for him to know whom she had slept with. She certainly had no interest of knowing neither who or how many women he had been with in the years he was single after his divorce. But she was realizing that he simply would not drop the subject, so she might as well have some fun with him. She picked up her glass of wine again, downed its content, and moved a little so that she was facing him on the sofa.
«Okay, what would you like to know?» Kamala put her elbow on the backrest of the sofa and leaned her head on her hand, looking in to his hazel eyes. He smiled. «I want to know who made you feel good. Who made your blood pump, and got you moaning and panting. Who tasted your sweet juice, touched your breasts and kissed you breathless.» With each sentence he moved his face closer and closer to hers. By his last word, their noses were mere inches apart, and his voice a whisper. She knew what he was trying to do, coming so close to her, but two could play that game.
Kamala leaned forward, her lips pressing in to his, taking him by surprise. She placed her hands on his chest, pushed his upper body against the backrest, and straddled his lap. His hands moved to her waist on instinct, holding her in place and squeezing her as their lips fought for dominance. «You’re right. There have been a Christmas party or two that has gotten a bit out of hand as you say. And I will never forget the one where I found myself having fun with Mitt Romney.»
Her face was close to his, and she could see the surprise in his eyes and hear his small gasp at her confession. «You’re kidding! Mitt Romney? Kamala he’s married!» He said, the shock evident in his voice. «I know he is, he definitely knows he his, and neither of us meant for it to happen.» «But someone must have seen you, how…» She didn’t let him finish. «We didn’t leave together Doug. Its not like we were grinding on each other and then left hand in hand at the end of the night.
I left before him to attend an afterparty with some other Democrats, and when I went to take the elevator to my room, he was on it. We started talking about our night as the elevator moved, when it stopped, turns out we were on the same floor. As we were walking down the hall, I somehow tripped a little, but he caught me before I fell. And, I don’t know, one thing lead to the other, before I knew it we were laying on the bed in my hotel room half naked and kissing. Now have in mind that we both had a bit to much to drink that night, I knew it was very wrong to have him in my room. God forbid if anyone ever found out, it would surely be the end of both of our careers, but it felt so good to be kissed and touched. I loved feeling his big hands on my body, stroking me, squeezing me, teasing me. He is actually a very good kisser, and incredibly skilled with his hands and mouth. The rest was a bit meh, but he got the job done.»
As she finished, she leaned back on his lap, reached for his beer on the table, and took a big sip. «Want some?» She asked, offering him the bottle. He shook his head no, and stared at her in disbelief. After putting the beverage down at the table again, she leaned back to him and placed her hands around his neck.
Doug found this new information surprisingly erotic. He could not believe that his die hard democrat wife had slept with one of the reddest republicans in the country, and seemingly enjoyed it! «So when you say incredibly skilled,» he emphasized the incredibly «what do you mean by that?» Her eyes locked with his and she played with the hair at the nape of his neck with her hands. «Oh the things that man could do with his tongue and fingers. I had never experienced anything like it. It seemed like he just knew what my body needed and wanted, and when he added those long fingers of his. My god, he made me come three times before he took his pants of. And when he did, it was a disappointment really.
Here I was laying naked on the bed with my legs spread, my pussy swollen and glistening from my orgasms, expecting a long thick dick… He is a tall man you know.» She said waiting for an answer. «Yes, I know, taller than me I think?» Kamala smiled. «Yes, he is. But trust me when I say he hasn’t got anything on you babe. His was short and thin with sagging balls.» She laughed a little before continuing. Doug couldn’t help but let out a snort himself. «It had been a while since the last time I had slept with anyone, but I almost didn’t feel a thing. I felt him move within me, but he just couldn’t hit any of the right places. On top of this movements were stoic and erratic, so I didn’t manage to find a rhythm that fit. If it hadn’t been for his expert fingers on my clit, he would not make me come again, that’s for sure. When we finished, he got dressed, we agreed never to speak of it again, and then he left.»
Kamala reached for another sip of his beer. The warm buzz of the alcohol making her braver and more willing to share. When she offered the bottle this time, Doug also took a sip. «Now have you heard enough, or do you want to hear how Cory used to fuck me raw?» Doug almost choked on his drink at this. «Cory Booker?» He coughed. «The one and only.» She answered, lightly tapping his back to help him recover from the shock.