*****
I woke at six the next morning and saw she was in the same position. Her hair had dried cum in it, and it was still on her back and butt. She looked rode hard and put away wet. She was still hot.
I dressed in mesh shorts and a tank top. I intended to wear that outfit as pajamas, but I had never put them on.
I’ll admit the tank top was tight fitting and showed off all the hard work my weightlifting had done, and the mesh shorts did nothing to hide my long flaccid member. It would be quite the show for Ginny and Brian.
When I walked toward the kitchen, I was surprised to find Ginny and Brian arguing.
Ginny said, “Don’t be stupid. You’re the rising star of the party. If your greed…”
“Relax, babe. That’s what your sister is for. I need her to make sure the skeletons stay in the closet and if they don’t, she’ll put a costume over them and convince everyone they’re clowns.”
“We’ll, I still say it’s still stupid. I…”
The floor creaked and she must’ve heard me around the corner.
“The coffee’s on the counter, Vivian,” she growled and walked away. I made it a point to check out her ass which wiggled nicely under her silk robe. Brian wasn’t happy I did.
He looked at my crotch and said, “Do you know what they say about guys with big dicks?”
I waited for his punchline and poured some coffee.
He stood and smirked, “Only other guys know what it’s like to fuck their wives in the ass.”
He chuckled as he left the kitchen. Admittedly, in the past, I had concerns about Jane cheating on me. I was never able to prove anything and dropped the idea. Senator Asshole brought back all those feelings.
I hated what I became around Ginny and Brian. I wasn’t an asshole by nature, but they brought out the worst in me.
It happened every time I saw them. Granted, I rarely saw Brian. I suspected I was too low on the social meter for him to waste a shit on, and it was Ginny who drove the animosity.
“What are you wearing?” Jane shrieked as she entered the kitchen. “You really are a God damned hillbilly.”
I shook my head and started searching cabinets for cereal.
A few minutes later, Ginny walked into the pantry where I wasn’t finding anything.
“Get dressed, we’re going out for breakfast before we go to the cemetery.”
I turned and she was gone. I saw a bottle of cognac on the shelf next to the door and had to talk myself out of drinking it.
*****
“I’m so glad you’re coming on board, Jane. If all goes well, you might end up my chief of staff when I’m President.”
I almost choked on my veggie omelet. We never discussed her accepting the job.
“I’m excited, Brian. You’re going to do great things.”
Ginny beamed, and I took a drink and a deep breath to calm down.
“What’s the job pay?” I asked.
“It doesn’t matter, Vivian,” my wife said. She pissed me off by using my whole name. She never did that, until the previous night, and it was then I knew I’d lost her to the dark side.
“It matters to me. It matters to the bank holding our mortgage. It matters to the bank holding the note on your Porsche.”
“Look, Viv,” Brian said. “Sure, it’s a pay cut, but it’s government work for the people of this fine State of Illinois. She will live in my townhouse in Washington when we’re there, so you won’t have to worry about that. All of her expenses will be paid by my staff allowance or campaign funds, so there are no travel costs to worry about. You’ll be fine from what she tells me of your…uh, situation.”