FIFTH AMENDMENT

FIFTH AMENDMENT

Being a president’s wife is not a cake walk it’s a 24/7 job. It’s hard to be the center of attention when he’s worried about an entire nation and its interest. It seems he loves the feel of paper more than skin of a woman. Most of the time I’m off to myself or doing appearances at the benefit of my husband’s career. As a woman married to one of the most powerful men on the planet there is no room for any mistakes or infidelity whatsoever, but the yearning of a man’s touch seems to be stronger than the desire to be perfect.

I have on weakness and that is a warm bath. Preferably the one on the other side of the white house estate. The Bathroom had been completely tiled in ivory before it was banned I think maybe around the early 1900’s. The tub itself was carved from one singular piece of marble with gold inlay handles. Did I mention the floor was also heated? I step onto the soft, porous warm floor. I turn the gold inlay handle for the warm water then add my coco butter bath soap. The smell always seems to send excited tickles up my nose. Almost as if on cue I hear a soft click from the door which lies in the shadows due to I had the spot light on the tub. I’m not afraid because it could only be one person. I left my husband asleep when I gathered my things for my daily routine so it only be my private guard Brian. Now Brian was incredibly handsome. His broad, wide build with his tailored suit normally is sat perfect and with his smooth chocolate skin he reminded me of a gladiator. My soft ebony skin is drenched in soap and water. I emerge from the soapy water exposing not only my perky 36 Double D breast but my glistening cunt as well. The view must have been something because you could hear his breath began to quicken as I plummeted my two fingers into my awaiting cunt. “Mmmmmm” the moan seems to escape my lips unknowingly. After bringing myself to climax I hear the soft click after my torrential wave of vagina juices whirling with the water. I drain the tub and go to sleep satisfied with my little dirty show.

I awake to not my spouse but a letter “I had to go to a sudden council meeting I’ll be back in the morning”  “Really?” I don’t really care about the letter because I know it came from his office and not directly from him, probably his assistant. He spends more time with that little slut more than his own wife. Staring at the celling with both my eyes and my exposed nipples I begin to hatch my plan, Not only for my out gratification but for my own sanity. The day drags like usual as I attend an interview and lunch and when my eyes catch his during said lunch, a small smirk slides across his face causing me to smile. An unspoken kind of secret.

When night rolls around I don’t have to wait for my usual “bath time” because of my absent husband. When I arrive at the Bathroom I walk in and immediately I can tell something is different. Not only is the water ran but vanilla candles scent the entire room. Enticed I slide my red silk robe down exposing my lovely onyx body. As usual as I slip beneath the water the soft click follows telling me it must be ShowTime. Staring the show as usual I stand and slip my wet fingers it to my soft waiting snatch. I relive myself out of the water and start walking towards my shadow laden stranger. With every step I can hear his breath begin to quicken. I stop advancing just short of the darkness. “Come here” the words roll of my tongue with a sexy enticing tone. I’m taken aback when the chocolate Adonis emerges from the shadows. Normally seeing man in a suit is attractive but this was something else entirely. His warm skin wrapped around just a sheer mass of training and muscles and completely naked. He was upon my almost instantly. His hand exploring all of my body. From my neck, to chest, my ass. “Now Mrs. President what are you doing here this evening? Do you need anything?” His voice seemed to boom from his chest and trough my back. “NO! I actually came here for a bath and your intruding.” My words were more like beating a dead horse the way he had his hands all over me. In the midst of “Beethoven’s String Quartet No. 14” I feel what I’m assuming is my good time press hard against my ass. Pulling myself away I bend over as if to state “you know what to do”. Prepared to have as many inches as he was shoved inside of me, I’m stunned when I realized me being spun in the air and placed face first in front of his dick with my womanness in his face. Without me even taking the initiative he explodes his tongue into me. While the Steve Irving of pussy eating goes to town on my clitoris. I base myself back at the task at hand. Licking the long piece of meat proves to be an easy feet. Inch by inch passes my lips slides down my throat, my college days destroying my gag reflex, a skill my husband could appreciate if he only cared. When the tonging stops I instantly know what’s is about to happen. He releases me and I bend over grasping the tub for stability and opening my stance to give him unbridled access into me. I feel his hands slide from down my back until they come to rest on my sides. I shudder with excitement as his mushroom like tip slides across my clitoral hood. “Fuck he’s such a good tease why wouldn’t he just fuck my already.”

My fingers clench into the smooth marble as he pushes his inside of me. His Dick seemed to hit literally all the right places, my fingers were never enough and the first lady defiantly couldn’t order a dildo. MMMM, fuck that feels so good!” I could even control the pitch of my voice so I kind of yelled. With every stroke he forced his way deeper and deeper inside me. The heat was palpable. No emotion swirled in the room, just the desire to exchange sex and physically please one another. Once he came to rhythm any passing bystander would thing someone was clapping at the end of a film. Wave upon wave rocketed up my spine until I felt the chilling tingle of an orgasm rearing its head “OH FUCK!” I can’t help but notice that my tone sound super sexy “go me!” I silently exclaim. After about then minutes of furious back shots I figure it was my turn. Reaching behind me I push him out of me. “Sit!” it was more of command then asking. ‘Yes Mrs. President” For some reason his little nick name was even more a turn on. As I begin to descend on my friend once again the good feelings just rolled back on in. as I begin to ride his hips begin to match my rhythm making every pump a mix of two strokes in one. Tightening and sliding up simultaneously you could see the ecstasy written on his face. “I’m going to cum!” I immediately jump up and slide he penis in my mouth blast after blast of hot sticky seed hits the back of my throat. For a moment I actually thought he was trying to drown me, I only made it through by chanting “keep swallowing Jessica” over and over in my head. When the bucking subsided I pulled him out my mouth with a loud pop causing him to flinch from sensitivity. I stood without a single word grabbed my towel and proceeded back to my room. Laying in my bed staring at the ceiling still pumping from my sexual activities knowing I am not going to fall asleep any time soon. The silence is softly broken when my master bedroom door handle clicks and I hear the soft melodic voice of Brian. “Do you need anything Mrs. President?” Pondering to myself momentarily I fold under the gaze he gives me “well I probably could use for you for something, Come in……….”