The Family Swappers book two

Chapter 1

Sylvie couldn't imagine a more beautiful day, and she hummed a little bit to herself as she walked around her husband's office. She paused in front of his window and looked out at the Capitol Building a short distance away. Sylvie could hear him discussing an important letter with his secretary, Mrs. Grayson, so she stopped humming and stood quietly so as not to distract him.

My husband, the senator! she thought to herself. Things had worked out so very well, and Tim had already been re-elected to the Senate by a grateful and admiring constituency. Sylvie knew that the next step for Tim Cassidy would be the White House. A little chill went up and down her spine as she thought of it, and once more she congratulated herself on having stuck out those dark days before Tim had been elected. Those days, when she had been so prey to self doubts that she had succumbed to the unwanted advances of her husband's younger brothers.

She tried to shake off the dreadful memory of what she had gone through back at the Grandville family meeting place. After all, it had all happened many years before, and there had been hardly any friction whatsoever between members of the family since then.

Sylvie knew that Tim would never feel exactly the same toward his two younger brothers after he caught them taking advantage of her helpless, drug-induced state that lurid day in the dressing room. Yet, the amorous reconciliation between husband and wife had almost made the terrible events leading up to it seem worthwhile. Sylvie smiled as she looked out at the budding trees… it was spring and her blood stirred lazily in her veins. She could feel a lingering sensuality in her shapely limbs as she recalled her husband's lewd caresses of the night before. She doubted if any other senator's wife could boast of such fervent attention from her husband! Now, instead of neglecting her the way he had when he was first getting started, he insisted upon frequent and heated sessions with her, pulling her down with him at the oddest moments, or pushing everyone out of his office so that they could lie together on the soft leather couch against the wall and writhe nakedly together in the midst of a busy afternoon.

Sylvie blushed at the thought, but it was so wonderful to feel desired by her dynamic husband, and she felt she had changed because of his attentions, becoming much more contented and womanly. Her slender, well proportioned body had grown accustomed to the increasingly intense delights that her husband treated it to, and Sylvie often thought of herself as a wanton pagan… a blonde goddess of love. Only this love was not sinful or evil, since she indulged in it with her own wonderful husband!

"Sylvie!"

She jumped at the sound of her husband's voice and turned toward him.

"Yes, darling," she replied, looking at his thick blond hair and those piercing but kindly blue eyes and the strong chin that she loved so well and that were already famous throughout the world.

"Daydreaming?" he asked. "Penny for 'em."

Sylvie blushed and looked at Mrs. Grayson who was standing nearby. The older woman smiled and turned to leave the office carrying her note pad with her.

"Thinking about the good fucking I gave you last night?" he asked, even before Mrs. Grayson had left the room.

"Tim!" Sylvie cried, nonplused.

The door closed behind Mrs. Grayson and Tim rose to catch his wife around the waist. He held her close up against him, so close that Sylvie could feel every ridge of his rising penis against her softly trembling belly.

"Yes," she admitted. "Yes, I was thinking of that!" she cried.

"Want some more?" he inquired, teasingly, holding her tighter still, until Sylvie could feel the beginning of that weakness that she often got before she gave in completely to the mounting strength of her desire.

"Tonight… as soon as you come home!" she replied, kissing him softly on the neck, her arms twined about his neck. As much as she enjoyed making love with her senator husband, she couldn't help feeling funny when he suggested that they do it right there on the couch in his office. She thought now of the secretaries in the outer office, and of Mrs. Grayson, her husband's private secretary, who was a kindly looking older lady. She did not want to shock any of them.

"I have a few minutes right now," Tim declared. "For a quickie…"

The softness of her spring dress made Sylvie feel almost naked as she stood there in his arms. As it was, she no longer wore any brassiere at all… it was so old fashioned, and she had on only the briefest of bikini panties, so tiny that they just barely covered the tiny golden triangle of her silk covered pubic 'vee'. She could feel the tops of her inner thighs rubbing warmly together, and she parted her legs ever so slightly, feeling a fullness and a yearning deep in her belly that made her shiver.

She was about to agree when a buzzer sounded behind them at her husband's desk.

Tim left her and pressed a button.

"Mrs. Cassidy on line one, sir," a male- secretary replied.

Sylvie made a face, and Tim looked at her as if to say, "What can I do?" It was Tim's mother, Thelma, calling from Grandville. She and Sylvie still didn't get along very well, but things were definitely better, and Sylvie prided herself on thinking up new ways all the time to thwart her mother-in-law's enthusiastic meddling.

"Put her on," Tim said, sitting down in the huge leather desk chair.

Sylvie approached him and kissed him gently on the forehead. "I'm going to take a walk," she said. "There'll be a magnificent dinner, just for us tonight… hurry home!"

Tim blew her a kiss as she left the office and turned toward the phone.

"Hello, Mother? Well, how the hell are you anyway? Ron told me something about a twisted ankle. Been out twisting again?"

Tim pressed another buzzer on his desk and could hear the faint sound it made in the outer office. While he was listening to the familiar tones of his mother's voice, he looked up to see his secretary, Mrs.

Grayson, come in the door. He motioned for her to lock the door, and with a secret smile she did so. Mrs. Grayson had been with him a long time, and Tim hoped she would be with him for a long while to come, following his career from young lawyer to D. A. of Grandville to U. S. senator to the next jump… the big one… the Presidency!

Mrs. Grayson walked knowingly toward her employer. A widow, the older woman gave the outward appearance of being a kindly capable creature who would and could do no wrong.

Only she and Tim knew of the special relationship between them… an affinity that they had discovered one night long ago when they had been working late over a legal brief. That night seemed far away, as in the comfortably sedate office with the April sun shining through the windows, Grayson moved around the side of Tim's big oak desk.

"Yes, Mother… well of course, Mother!" Tim was saying.

Mrs. Grayson's neat preying hair was tied back in a tight little fluff at the nape of her neck, and now as she stood beside the senator, she untied it, letting it fall in silken waves around her shoulders. It had once been raven black, and it was still beautiful with its silver streaks. She removed her sensible rimless glasses, and her bright gray eyes sparkled with anticipation. Her round pleasant face was free of makeup, and a natural inner beauty shone from her features as she knelt down on the floor beside Tim's seated figure.

"When do you want to come, Mother? Well, I'll have to ask Sylvie first … she may have planned something that I don't know about… well, of course not, Mom!…

Tim nodded to Mrs. Grayson and swiftly the trusted secretary reached toward the hidden zipper of her employer's fly. The soft sound of its descent rose from beneath the desk, as Tim swung his chair around sideways. Easily, Mrs. Grayson's deft fingers reached in and clasped the thickly swollen mass of Tim's cock. Only his features reflected the emotion he felt as her fingers began a slow up and down movement on the nakedly exposed flesh of his erect cock.

"Yes… uh huh… uh huh…" he kept on talking to Thelma Cassidy, the imperious mother of three boys; Tim, the eldest; Ron, his adviser and manager through two successively successful campaigns; and Rick, the playboy lawyer.

Mrs. Grayson held Tim's throbbingly hard cock in one hand and began to pull the thick foreskin down, sending the rubbery tip of his straining penis shooting upward to glisten nakedly in the air.

"Nice and hard," she mumbled so softly that no one could hear. "Ooooah, how nice!" She looked up inquiringly and Tim nodded to her once more, in such a way that she knew perfectly well what he meant. Standing up, Mrs. Grayson slid her skirt upward, revealing beneath her straight skirt a pair of shapely, well developed legs, encased in sheer black stockings. She removed her flat shoes and stood in her stocking feet on the deep pile of the rug of Tim's office, and then, reaching upward, she began to slip off a thin pair of clear blue nylon panties. Tim could see the frilly mechanism of her elastic garter belt that remained as the panties came down. Mrs. Grayson's wide pubic "vee" was covered with deep black curls, and Tim could feel his hardened cock gore an excited lurch at the sight of it. He was listening to his Mother's voice with one ear, but his mind was there between Mrs. Grayson's firmly soft thighs. Tim watched with admiration as his secretary's face clouded over with a desire that he had often seen.

In a familiar ritual, she raised her arms over her head provocatively, pushing her long shining hair up and then releasing it so that it fell softly to her shoulders. Her soft lips quivered as she languidly moved closer. Already he could smell the wonderful scent of the perfume that she spread between her cream-white thighs. It smelled of roses and reminded him of his mother's gardens that she had had since he was a little boy. Her panties had been kicked off, and now she spread her legs wide as Tim closed his knees together. The sheer black stockings ended at the top of her thighs and the white flesh gleamed in contrast to the dark material. The frilly bands of the black garter belt made two long strips along her hips and the softly rounded shape of her stomach was encircled by thin rosettes of pink that were edged in the same black of the belt. Centered between these things lay the perfect dark triangle of Mrs. Grayson's quivering pussy. She seemed about to do a split as her stockinged feet slipped outward further and further from the senator's hard thighs. Simultaneously, the soft fringed covered mound of her cunt was opening wider still as she lowered herself onto the long hard shaft directly below.

"MMMmmmm… Yessss… Yes, Mother… Yes, I'd say so…" Tim was just as glad that his wife, Sylvie, had decided to leave. There was nothing that made his day more than a call from his mother along with a simultaneous visit from his obliging secretary.

The older woman brought herself slowly down as she faced her excited boss. He was young enough to be her son, and in fact she had a son his age who lived in California. For each of them this secret closeness meant a soothing of deep psychological needs… needs that no one else would have suspected, but which were nonetheless present.

The secretary bit her lower lip as she felt the hardness of Tim's cock touching against her naked flesh. She let herself remain poised upon its quivering tip, her pinkly turgid inner membranes pulsing wetly against his rubbery cock-head… and then she began to move. Leaning forward, she brought her face close to Tim's without interfering with the telephone.

"I'm gonna put you on speaker, Mom…" Tim suddenly said, his face reddening. He flicked a switch and put down the phone.

"Must you?" his mother's voice suddenly expanded into the room from the small speaker on the desk. "I hate that thing! It always sounds like you're in a vacuum or something!"

"Got some papers to sign, Mom, and it's easier… go on with what you were saying!"

But he did not hear as his mother continued, for Mrs. Grayson's full, soft breasts beneath her loosely cut blouse were pressing against his chest, and her slick, wet outer cuntal lips were beginning to slip up and down the length of his cock, though he had not yet entered her.

Tim began to daydream… the droning sound of his mother's voice, the wonderful intimacy of his secretary, his young and exciting wife out walking in the city that would one day be his… all these things went through his head as his rock-hard penis grew harder and harder. The exciting older woman was moving faster and faster, building up a friction in the external area of her widespread pussy, feeling the young senator's thickening cock throb and tremble against her. She stopped her pace and began to ride slowly and sensuously over it. The fleshy penis between her legs felt good to her as the thick foreskin slid back and forth beneath the pressuring, and finally the full knobby surface became a bulbous mass against the pit of her steaming pussy.

She knew it was time then!

Her Tim's big wonderful cock! she thought to herself. She smiled at him as she panted above him and then planted small kisses on his lips.

"Tim-are you there? Am Italking to the four walls? For Heavens sake!"

"Yes Mother, I hear you… What's that you were saying about Daddy?"

"I was saying that if your father were still alive, he would have wanted you to sign that bill. Now your policies are exactly the opposite of his, and even though you tell me that times have changed, I still say that you father was a very smart man… how else would have he have made all that money… money, which I might add is going to help you go to be president!"

"Don't say such things on the phone, Mom… Well, it's no secret we've got money… A lot of people have money… but the point is that…"

Her breasts were nudging into his chest, her soft sweet breath in his nostrils, her wetly quivering cunt on his cock…

Mrs. Grayson's full white thighs spread outward and the thin pink slit of her warmly seeping vagina nestled lovingly now against his long, hot, lust-engorged cock where it thrust upward from the opening in his pants. Tim moved his arms around the older woman and she put hers up around his neck. Her fresh, moistly hair-lined pussy slid tenderly up and down along the blood-swollen shaft of his cock, and her body began to jerk wildly. The passionate secretary was deep in an erotic trance.

She could not make a sound, but the sound was all inside her.

She reached her hand down and spread her aching cuntal lips with her fingers as much as possible and then let the big smooth-headed cock fit up inside their moistened circumference.

Unable to stand any more of it, Tim cried out, "Mother!" and bucked his hips forward and upward as hard as he could. Mrs. Grayson could hardly keep from crying out, but somehow she managed as the thickly advancing cock slid slowly upward into her tightly clenching cunt. Slowly it wormed its hard way up into her tender softness, and she worked her hips down upon it, filling herself with it, loving it, and wanting it with all her seething flesh.

"What? What's the matter, Tim? What did you call me like that?"

"Just… wanted… to see if you were listening…"

"Your voice sounds hoarse, Tim… is that girl taking care of you? You tell Sylvie that I'm going to give her a piece of my mind if you get another cold. Your health comes first."

Tim wasn't listening as he began to fuck upward higher and higher into the moist darkness of the older woman's experienced cunt.

"Oh yeah… oh yeah… oh yeah…" he murmured. "Yes, mother, yes, mother, yes!"

Mrs. Grayson wanted to scream out to him as she sometimes did when there was no open telephone connection involved. "Oh fuck me fuck me fuck me Tim fuck me good and hard!"

The young senator had begun a steady rhythm up into her tight warm vagina, and his strong hard cock was pushing, sliding racing farther, the whole of it arching from the strong vaginal pressure on it. His over-stimulated penis throbbed between the tender vaginal lips, the elastic-rimmed tightness of his trustworthy secretary, sending fiery thrills through him as he began to flick his hips hard up and down. He felt her alternately relax and tighten onto his advancing and retreating cock.

Mrs. Grayson's naked buttocks, trembling and white, slid up and down upon Tim Cassidy's trousered legs as she felt herself ramming openmouthed down upon him. She had freed his testicles from his pants, and they snuggled up into the tightly clenched crack between her eagerly trembling thighs. Size had never felt him higher or harder inside her! Her warm velvety pussy clung naked and hair-fringed around the thickness of his thrusting cock, its moist pink mouth spreading to admit every inch of the slippery penis. In spite of herself, she began to emit low hums of ecstatic bliss, as her breasts heaved and her lips twisted with erotic passion. Her mouth worked excitedly as her voluptuously writhing body broke out in a thin film of perspiration.

Her head rolled from side to side, her dark, silver-streaked hair swaying as her broadly flaring hips began a slow demanding roll above the senator's heavily impaling cock. And then suddenly, with an erotically wet sluicing noise, her hungrily grasping pussy screwed itself nakedly down even more tightly against his exposed loins and Tim was forced to clench his teeth in a desperate effort to control himself.

"That's a good idea, Mother… you're absolutely right," he said to the speaker phone, and when he heard his mother's voice continue he knew that he had made the correct reply.

Meanwhile, the older woman who lewdly straddled Tim's rampant cock had entered another world. Her ripe feminine body was bursting with lust as every section of it responded to Tim's rigidly impaling cock, and in a wildly untamed manner she rode him relentlessly. Her body screaming inside with agonizing delight. She gurgled softly as the licentiously mounting sensations overtook her right there in Senator Cassidy's office with a bevy of secretaries outside typing and filing. Out the window she could see the Capitol Building right over Tim Cassidy's shoulder, and all along she was being magnificently fucked by the darling young boy! Nothing else mattered but the incredible feelings racing inside her totally feed and churning cunt, making her quiver wildly as the hard blunt cock-head sped hotly in and out against her inner cuntal flesh.

The warm wet pussy flesh jerked and twitched spasmodically around Tim's lust-driven cock as the Startling tide of the orgasm struck him.

Tim's loins released such a burning heat as his sperm spurted violently outward and up into the softly yielding flesh that surrounded his throbbing cock, that great gusts of steam seemed to fill him as he fucked on into both of their orgasms. They seemed to cum forever, his hot wet semen ricocheting wildly against his long-time secretary's desperately contracting womb. Her hands grabbed onto Tim's blonde hair as they writhed together on the chair and choked back the moans that threatened to pour forth from both their lips, and Tim knew that Mrs.

Grayson was cumming not once but several times in rapid succession. Her eyes were totally lost, turned upward into their sockets as a glistening bit of saliva formed upon her lips. Tim could see that she was enjoying it every bit as much as he. She was wriggling this way and that, moving her naked loins up and down and from side to side, milking every tiny drop of cascading sperm from his wildly climaxing cock. Her mouth bit down hard on his suddenly, and Tim felt everything inside him lurch toward the woman who was old enough to be his mother. He was giving her his all, and this acute, sky-thrusting orgasm was his reward. It spun through his system, creating turmoil in every nerve ending, and the young senator felt the receding sensations being prolonged by the intense sucking pressure of his secretary's slender, hair-lined cuntal passage on his still-wildly-fucking cock. A thin rivulet of perspiration trickled from his forehead as Mrs. Grayson slumped at last into his arms. There was a lewd pool of wetness where their naked flesh still touched, and Tim was glad that he always kept a change of clothes at the office. He would need it today.

"Jesus!" he thought. "Jesus Christ!"

A buzzer sounded, and Tim started. His mother's voice was droning on and her words were suddenly clear to him again.

"… and I won't take no for an answer! You'll both come here in two weeks for dinner… I've invited some very influential people, including your nemesis, Senator Grotter. Just a small party… you can easily fly down to Grandville for it…"

Mrs. Grayson was already lifting herself up from her young employer's slowly deflating cock. She felt weak and drained, but somehow uplifted.

The day's work would fly by now, and soon she would be on her way home.

There were very few days when her job was not lightened in this unusual way, and she looked adoringly at the senator as she began to hurriedly adjust her clothes.

"Got to go now, Mother… Yes, we'll come… Send Sylvie a note or call her… got another call coming in. Yes, goodbye, Mom!"

He pressed the button that broke the connection and then, still leaving the speaker phone on, let the new call come through.

"Senator, it's the President's office calling." Tim rapidly replaced his spent organ within the safe confines of his pants and nodded to Mrs. Grayson. Briskly the older woman turned and left the room, leaving him alone to take the call.

"Put them through!" Tim ordered, clearing his throat.

"Senator Cassidy? This is Gardner Peals, and I'm calling you for the President. He would like to have you come to his office tomorrow at 3:00 p m. for a private briefing about the course of the war. Will you be able to come?"

"Of course… I'll be there!" Tim smiled broadly. He knew that before long, the President would be calling him directly on the phone without the use of intermediaries. His status in Washington was rising steadily and they were just about ready to start the big thrust for the nomination. Most of the others had been running all along, but he had remained in the background. In the background, but not idle. His brother Ron had been busy scurrying all over the country feeling out the mood and setting up what was bound to become a Cassidy push within the next few weeks. The way things were looking, it was certain that there would be a Cassidy draft at the nominating convention. Then, having done his homework well and made the right friends and the right enemies, Tim Cassidy would step in and take over.

Meanwhile, he could afford to remain an enigmatic figure, one who insisted he would not be in the running.

"Thank you, Senator. We'll-see you then." Peals, one of the President's top aides, hung up, and Tim pressed the button which would turn off the speaker phone.

With a sigh, he turned his swivel chair toward the window. There were a few clouds in the sky now, and it looked as if it were going to rain.

All thoughts of his bossy, talkative mother and of his erotically inclined secretary were gone from Tim's mind now as his blue eyes stared out at the Capitol Building shining white in the near distance.

He was due down on the Senate floor in a few minutes for a vote on the Hender Bill, and he would shortly be riding the swift underground cars that went from the senators' office buildings to the Capitol.

There was only the slightest bit of tingling left in Tim's loins as a memory of Mrs. Grayson's licentious visit only a few moments before flashed through his brain. The sensual interlude had done what it always did for the ambitious young man-it had cleared his head for the real problems that lay ahead… left him free for the scheming and plotting that would lead him to the place in the world where he thought he really belonged… 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue… The White House.