mouth glued to the round elasticized vaginal opening of her cunt, his deep thrusting tongue swirling and lashing the sensitive walls in rhythm to his pummeling finger in her rectum, and she began to nurse and suck the hot thickness of his cock with all her strength, her cheeks hollowing and swelling obscenely, while her belly rose and fell frantically as she pulled at him.
Oh, God, he had to cum… He had to, she thought desperately, her lips clasped tightly around the throbbing, blood-filled head of his prick, and simultaneously, deep inside her, the violent spasms of ecstasy began; she squeezed at his swinging testicles, then raked her nails beneath them as she strained to hurry her own rising orgasm.
Then all of a sudden she felt his loins jerk, the massive head of his cock swelling in her voraciously sucking mouth… and then it came! It shot into the back of her throat in wild spurts of teeming, creamy liquid… gush after gush of the hot, sweet, acid tasting fluid, joined by the convulsive tremors of her own hips as her climax erupted in a blinding explosion of erotic bliss. Again, and again, he spewed his hot jets of cum deep into her throat, and she groaned as she continued sucking hungrily, her Adam's apple bobbing licentiously while she swallowed and swallowed the flood of boiling semen squirting into the warm moistness of her mouth.
Her lips still clasping tightly around it, she swirled her tongue in a clockwise manner about the throbbing head, wanting to suck him dry, even hurt him now as punishment for her own submission to him, and suddenly she squeezed his balls with an excessive pressure that caused him to leap off of her, his finger popping out of her rectum with a loud, hissing noise.
'Christ!' he blurted, rolling off the bed and holding onto his testicles as he doubled over, his rapidly deflating penis still dripping tiny thin strands of his seminal fluid.
Dianne laughed outright, and she swiped out with her tongue to lick at a string of the white viscous sperm that had dribbled from the corner of her mouth.
'Something wrong, Darling?' she taunted, smiling and rolling toward him, her eyes wide and filled with amusement.
Mark Coleman straightened slowly, anger and pain twisting his handsome face. He stared at her with embittered eyes, the nauseating agony still lingering in his groin.
'You… you are a bitch,' he spat at her.
'Why, Darling… is that any way to talk to your devoted wife?' she teased. 'And after the wonderful time we just had together…? You know, Senator, sometimes I get the feeling that you don't love me anymore. Could that be possible?'
Mark ignored her. Instead, he walked to her small bar and poured himself a straight bourbon. He stared at it for a few moments before downing it. It was about all that was left for him… booze. He poured a second and raised it to his lips as Dianne swung off the bed, finished her own drink and approached him. He watched the jounce to her full naked breasts as she strolled casually toward him, her glass extended in her hand. He took it, replenished the ice and spilled raw scotch over it.
'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!
