Chapter 2
Sondra caressed Ted's back with her fingertips while he moved in her. She
delighted in his soft, smooth, hairless skin. She hated hairy backs. She wished
her husband's was like Ted's, not that it mattered much. They hadn't made love
in over two years. She'd missed having sex but not particularly with him. The
main reason she remained with him was for the status of being a senator's wife.
A divorce would have looked bad on his record, which might have affected his
chance at being reelected. His increasingly conservative views bothered her but
not enough to make her want to damage his career. She'd been miserable until Ted
Davis appeared a few months before. Making love with him made being married a
lot more comfortable.
Drops of sweat fell from Ted's chin to her small, soft breasts. He began to
pant. She knew he was close to ejaculating. He sometimes finished too fast the
first time but he always managed to get it up again a few minutes later and then
he kept it up. She raised her legs, joined her ankles at the small of his back
and pulled him down until his pubis pressed against hers.
"Stop moving, Ted. Take it easy," she whispered. "Make it last for me." He
shuddered with the strain of withholding his climax but he managed. They lay
connected and immobile until he regained control.
"That's my baby!" she crooned. Sondra lowered her legs and spread them wide. She
clutched his firm, muscular ass cheeks and whispered "now fuck me slow and
deep!" Ted looked down at her lovely face and felt a pang of regret that he'd
never be with her again. His sister Jennifer had called earlier in the day to
tell him they had all the evidence they needed. He'd miss the great sex and easy
money but he couldn't complain. It had been a good few months.
He stroked slowly, then more and more quickly as his passion rose toward its
peak. She met his thrusts until her climax was close, then she lay motionless to
better experience his movements inside her. Her climax ignited, filling her with
tingling pressure.
"Hold off just a little bit longer, baby," she whispered. "Let me keep cumming!"
"I'm trying! I'm trying!" he panted. "Oh, fuck, I'm sorry! I'm going to cum!"
The door burst open. A pair of uniformed policemen walked quickly toward the
bed. One of them trained a video camera on the couple.
Ted pulled out, splashing his semen on Sondra's stomach and side. She tried to
pull the sheet up. It was tangled at the bottom of the bed. The policeman with
the camera ordered them not to move. The other told Sondra to put her hands
behind her head.
"Get close ups of their genitals," he instructed the camera wielder "and that
semen on her. The fixed cameras probably didn't do very well with those shots."
Sondra pulled her legs tightly together.
"No need to try to hide anything, Mrs. O'Connor," the officer with the camera
said sarcastically. "We already have video of your hot little cunt, this party
and a lot more. You've been a very busy lady." He lowered his camera and pointed
at Ted.
"Get up, get dressed and get out of here. There's an unmarked car in the
driveway." Ted dressed and left without looking at her.
They only let her put on her blouse and panties before cuffing her hands behind
her back. The reporters and photographers waiting outside the motel got the
pictures they came for.
