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                         The Campaign



                            Chapter 1

     Ruth smiled as she looked out at the leafy green trees.  It
was summer 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, hot caresses of the night before.  She doubted
if any other mayor-to-be's wife could boast of such wild,
unrestrained fucking from her husband!  Now, instead of neglecting
her the way he had when they had first been married and he was
starting out in the law firm, he insisted on screwing her
frequently, pulling her down onto the den couch with him at the
oddest moments, or pushing everyone out of the office or election
headquarters so that they could lie together on the soft shag rug
on the floor and writhe nakedly together in the midst of a busy
afternoon.
     Ruth blushed at the thought, but it was wonderful to feel
desired by her brilliant husband, and she felt she had changed
because of his attentions, becoming much more desirable and
passionate.  Her slender, voluptuous body had grown accustomed to
the increasingly intense fuckings that her husband treated it to,
and Ruth often thought of herself as an animal who needed more and
more love, like the love she got with Dan Michaels.  Only this
love was not sinful or evil since she indulged in it with her own
wonderful husband's consent!
     "Ruth!"
     She jumped at the sound of her husband's voice and turned
toward him.
     "Yes, darling," she replied, looking at his thick auburn hair
and those piercing but kindly brown eyes and the strong chin that
she loved so well and that belonged to the most popular candidate
for mayor in the city.
     "What are you thinking?" he asked.  "Penny for 'em."
     Ruth blushed and looked at John's secretary who was standing
nearby.  The young 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 the secretary had left the room.
     "John!" Ruth cried, nonplussed.
     The door closed behind the secretary and John rose to catch
his voluptuous wife around the waist.  He held her close up
against him, so close that Ruth could feel every ridge of his
rising cock against her softly trembling belly.
     "Yes," she admitted.  "Yes, I was thinking of that!"
     "Want some more?" he inquired, teasingly, holding her tighter
still, until Ruth could feel the beginning of the 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 the wickedness of being fucked by her husband in
his campaign headquarters, she really didn't have time for it
today.  She was supposed to meet Dan Michaels in an hour.  She had
a few things to do before she met him for their once a week
meeting, and her pussy tingled hotly at what he might have planned
for that afternoon.
     "I have a few minutes right now," John declared, "for a quick
fuck."
     The softness of her summer dress made Ruth feel almost naked
as she stood there in his arms.  As it was, she no longer wore any
brassiere at all, hadn't worn one for years, and she had on only
the briefest of bikini panties, so tiny that they just barely
covered the tiny dark triangle of her fur-covered pussy.  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 for his cock fucking deep in her belly that made her
shiver.
     She was about to agree to a quickie when a buzzer sounded
behind them at her husband's desk.
     John left her and pressed a button.
     "Mr. Blaine on the line, sir," his secretary replied.
     Ruth made a face and John looked at her as if to say, "What
can I do?"  Andrew Blaine was the leader of the Republican party
in Pleasureville, and it was important to John Connor's campaign
that he have his support.  It would mean the difference between
winning and losing.
     "Put him on," John said, sitting down in the wooden desk
chair.
     Ruth approached him and kissed him gently on the forehead.
"Charm him silly," she said.  "You need his support."
     John grabbed his wife around her waist and pulled her to him,
kissing her deeply before he answered the phone.
     "Mr. Blaine, glad you could return my call."
     John let go of his wife and motioned for her to lock the
door, and, with a secret smile, she did so.  His wife was very
good at knowing what he wanted.  If he wanted to fuck, which was
what he normally wanted to do, then she would want to as well.
They had one hell of a successful arrangement, even to being able
to have their own extramarital activities, as long as they were
very discreet and they wouldn't hurt his political career.
     Ruth hadn't always been so liberated; in fact, when they had
first been married he had almost given up hope at being able to
have a normal sexual relationship with her.  He would have stayed
married to her regardless, because he loved her very much, but the
marriage might not have lasted this long if it hadn't been for her
sudden change.  Perhaps she had realized that she might lose him
if she didn't loosen up, and so one night, she had let loose.
Even now, after lots of fucks with Ruth and other women, he still
counted that night as one of the most wild experiences he had ever
had.
     Ruth's reddish hair was tied back in a loose ponytail at the
nape of her neck, and now as she stood beside her husband, she
untied it, letting it fall in silken copper waves around her
shoulders.  Her bright gray eyes sparkled with anticipation.  Her
heart-shaped face was free from all but a minimal amount of
makeup.  A look of anticipation passed over her face as she knelt
down on the floor beside her husband's seated figure.
     "Sure, lunch sounds fine.  My wife?  Certainly she'd love to
come with us tomorrow.  That sounds fine.  We can leave the
discussion until then.  Right."  He hung up the phone as his wife
reached toward the zipper of her husband's fly.  The soft sound of
it unzipping seemed to fill the room as John swung his chair
around sideways.  Easily, Ruth's deft fingers reached up and
clasped the thickly throbbing mass of John's cock.  He leaned his
head back against the chair and let his mind be absorbed by her
fingers as they began a slow up and down movement on the nakedly
exposed flesh.
     Ruth held her husband's thickly pulsing hardness in one hand
and began to pull the thick foreskin down, sending the rubbery tip
of his prick shooting upward to glisten nakedly in the air.
     "Nice and hard," she mumbled so softly that no one in the
outer offices could hear.  "Oooooh, how nice!"  She looked up
inquiringly and John nodded to her once more, in such a way that
she knew perfectly well what he meant.  Standing up, Ruth slid her
thin summer dress upward, revealing beneath it her shapely, well
developed legs, tanned to perfection.  She removed her sandals and
stood in her bare feet on the deep pile of the rug of John's
headquarters, and then, reaching upward, she began to slip off her
flimsy silk panties.  Ruth's pussy was covered with deep coppery
curls, and John could feel his hardened cock give an excited jerk
at the sight of it.  He watched with admiration as his wife's face
clouded over with a desire that promised one hell of a fuck and
made his cock jerk painfully as his imagination leapt ahead to
what was to come.  Ruth's soft lips quivered as she languidly
moved closer.  Her panties had been kicked off, and now she spread
her legs wide as he closed his knees together.  Centered between
the shiny pink flesh of her hips and the softly rounded shape of
her belly lay the perfect furry triangle of Ruth's quivering
pussy.  She seemed about to do a split as her feet slipped outward
further and further from her husband's hard thighs.
Simultaneously, the soft, curl-rimmed mouth of her cunt was
opening wider still as she lowered herself onto the heavily
throbbing prick below.
     "Mmmmmmm ... yesssss ... yessssssss ..." John was moaning.
There was nothing that made his day more than a call from his
beautiful wife and a wild fucking session with her in his campaign
headquarters.
     Ruth brought herself slowly down as she faced her lewdly
excited husband.  She bit her lower lip as she felt the hardness
of John's cock touching against her naked cunt flesh.  She let
herself remain poised upon its hotly quivering tip; her lewdly
trembling pussy lips pulsing against his massively throbbing cock
... and then she began to move.  Pressing her softly trembling
tits beneath her loosely cut dress against his chest, her slick,
wet outer cuntlips were beginning to slip up and down the length
of his cock, though he had not yet entered her.
     John began to daydream ... thinking of all the times he had
fucked his lovely wife, and aside from that one night, which had
been the best of all, each succeeding time was better than the
last.  All these things went through his head as his cock grew
harder and harder.  His exciting wife was moving faster and
faster, building up a friction in the external area of her
widespread pussy, feeling her young husband's cock throb and
tremble against her.  She slowed her pace and began to ride slowly
and sensuously over it.  The huge prick between her legs felt good
to her as the thick foreskin slid back and forth beneath the lewd
pressuring, and finally the heavily pulsing head became a huge
mass against the mouth of her hungry pussy.  She knew it was time
then.
     Her John's wonderful cock!  she thought to herself.  She
smiled at him as she panted above him and then planted small
kisses on his lips.  Her ecstatically quivering tits nudging into
his chest, her soft sweet breath in his nostrils, her wetly
quivering cunt on his cock ... he was in heaven!
     Ruth's creamy white thighs spread outward and the pink slit
of hotly seeping cunt nestled lovingly now against his heavily
throbbing cock where it thrust upward from the opening in his
pants.  John moved his arms around his beautiful wife and she put
hers up around his neck.  Her tightly gripping pussy slid tenderly
up and down along the huge shaft of his cock, and her body began
to jerk wildly.  His passionate wife was deep in an erotic trance.
She could not voice her pleasure because it seemed to fill her
body and rob her of all but the lewd feeling of his cock nudging
her cunt.
     She reached her hand down and spread her aching pussylips
with her fingers as much as possible and then let his cock fit up
inside their cum-slick circumference.
     Unable to stand any more of it, John cried out and bucked his
hips forward and upward as hard as he could.  Ruth could hardly
keep from crying out, but somehow she managed as the huge cunt-
splitting cock fucked slowly upward into her tightly gripping
cunt.  Slowly it wormed its way up into her, and she worked her
hips down upon it, filling herself with its hugeness, loving it,
and wanting it with all her seething flesh.
     He began to fuck upward higher and higher into the wet
darkness of his wife's hungry cunt.
     "Oh yeah ... oh yeah ... oh yeah ..." he murmured.  "Yes,
yes, YES!"
     Ruth wanted to scream out to him as she sometimes did when
they were alone at home.  Oh fuck me.  Fuck me.  Fuck me, John.
Fuck me good and hard!
     The young husband had begun a steady fucking rhythm up into
her hungrily devouring pussy, his cock pushing, sliding, racing
farther up into her.  His cock throbbed between the wetly clinging
cuntlips, the tightness of them sending fiery thrills through him
as he began to fuck his hips hard up and down.  He felt her
alternately relax and tighten on his advancing and retreating
cock.
     Ruth's naked asscheeks, trembling and white, slid up and down
upon her husband's legs as she felt herself ramming open mouthed
down upon his prick.  She had freed his cum-laden balls from his
pants, and they wormed up into the tightly clenched crack between
her eagerly trembling thighs.  Her hot, velvety, hair-fringed cunt
clung to the huge thickness of his deeply fucking cock, the wet,
pink mouth spreading wide to admit every inch.  In spite of
herself, she began to emit low, heated moans of passion as her
huge billowing tits 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 copper-red hair swaying, as her sensuously
flaring hips began a slow, demanding roll above her husband's
heavily screwing cock.  And then suddenly, with an erotically wet,
sluicing noise, her hungrily grasping pussy screwed itself nakedly
down even more tightly against him and John was forced to clench
his teeth in a desperate effort not to cry out.
     Meanwhile, Ruth, who lewdly straddled John's huge cock, had
entered another world.  Her lush, sensuous body was bursting with
lust as every atom of it responded to John's pussy-stretching
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 her husband's headquarters with a bevy of vote-getting
volunteers outside in the front office.  Out the window she could
see the tree-lined street of Pleasureville, and all along she was
being magnificently fucked by her darling young husband!  Nothing
else mattered but the incredible licentious feelings racing inside
her totally filled and churning cunt, making her quiver wildly as
the huge, blunt cock sped hotly in and out of her steaming cunt.
     The hot, wet pussy flesh jerked and twitched spasmodically
around John's lust-driven cock as the startling tide of the cum
struck him.
     A scalding flood of cum juices gushed deep up into the softly
yielding flesh of her cunt that surrounded his throbbing cock as
he fucked on into both of their cums.  They seemed to cum forever,
his hot, slick juice ricocheting wildly against her desperately
contracting womb.  Her hands grabbed onto John's dark hair as they
writhed together on the chair and choked back the moans that
threatened to pour forth from both their lips, and John knew that
Ruth 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.  John could see
that she was enjoying it every bit as much as he.  She was
wriggling this way and that, moving her nakedly spread pussy up
and down and from side to side, milking every tiny drop of hotly
gushing juice from his wildly cumming cock.  Her mouth bit down
hard on his suddenly, and John felt everything inside him lurch
toward her.  He was giving her his all, and this wild, mind-
blowing cum was his reward.  It spun through his system, creating
turmoil in every nerve ending, and the young husband felt the
receding sensations being prolonged by the intense sucking
pressure of his wife's tight, hair-lined cunt passage on his still
wildly fucking cock.  A thin rivulet of perspiration trickled from
his forehead as Ruth slumped at last into his arms.  There was a
lewd pool of wetness where their naked flesh still touched, and
John was glad that he always kept a change of clothes in his
headquarters office.  He would need it today.
     Jesus!  he thought.  Jesus Christ!
     Ruth lifted herself up from her young husband's slowly
deflating cock.  She felt weak and drained, but somehow uplifted.
She had a meeting with Dan in half an hour and she could only
guess what game he would play with her this afternoon.  She looked
adoringly at her young husband as she began to hurriedly adjust
her clothes.
     "Got to go now, darling," she murmured against his hair.
"I've got to meet Dan in a few minutes.  You know how he hates to
be kept waiting."  She stepped into her thin silk panties and
headed for the door.  She turned around, then looked lovingly at
her husband.
     "Lunch tomorrow with Andrew Blaine?"
     "Right.  One o'clock all right?"
     "You know it is.  I'll see you tonight," she said and shut
the door softly behind her.
     John smiled broadly.  He knew that before long, he would be
the mayor of this city.  His popularity was increasing steadily
and they were just about ready to start the big thrust for the
election.  Most of the other candidates were old and they had the
same political outlook that their parties had had for years.  Big
talk, little action.  He could change all that, his promises were
practical and ambitious and he had already proved by his work in
the city council that when he promised something, he made that
promise good.  Because of this aspect of his nature, and his
brilliant innovative ideas, he was an almost sure winner for the
mayor's seat.
     There was only the slightest bit of tingling left in John's
cock as the memory of his beautiful wife's licentious visit of
only a few moments before flashed through his brain.  He was
looking forward to tonight, for he knew that when Ruth came home
from her rendezvous with Dan Michaels she would, as always, be
like a female wildcat out of control.



                            Chapter 2

     Ruth walked quickly out of her husband's headquarters and
down the street toward Dan Michaels' apartment.  Her pussy tingled
wonderfully at the thought of her husband's cock fucking deep into
her cunt.  And she quickened her pace toward Dan's.
     Then Ruth was aware of someone calling her name.  At first
she wasn't sure, but then she knew it was so.  "Ruth ... Ruth!"
     A dark car rolled up beside her, and a man leaned over and
held the door open for her.
     "Get in!" he called.  "It's too far to walk from here, Ruth."
     It was Dan, of course.  He was never one to wait for
something he wanted.
     Trying not to think about all that, she hurried into the car
and closed the door behind her.  She must act natural, as if she
hadn't just been screwed silly by her darling husband.
     "Why, Dan!" she said.  "What a wonderful surprise ... and
you've come just in the nick of time!"
     Dan smiled at her in his familiar boyish way.  He had been
Ruth's lover for a few years, and he knew her very well.  He could
see now by the flush in her cheeks and her careful walk that she
had just been fucked silly by her own husband.  He liked it when
she was like this; it made her all the more anxious to fuck around
with him.
     He looked over at her appreciatively, thanking his lucky
stars for the day that he met her.  He had been the prosecuting
lawyer at one of her husband's client's trials.  He had watched
her come into the courtroom every day to watch her husband argue
his case.  Her eyes had shone with pride.  He felt his cock jerk
painfully as he remembered how desirable she had been.  Then,
later, when he had met her at a friend's party, he had been blown
out of his mind by the way she had drawn him into another room
where they had fucked wildly.  It had been that way ever since.
Sometimes they even got together with her husband and his
mistress.  But when she was hot like she was today, he knew that
she liked to play games, lewd little games that sent her cunt
spinning out of control.
     "Glad to be of service, Mrs. Connors.  You know that!" he
said softly.  The car was moving slowly along, and Ruth smiled at
the absurd formality of their conversation.
     "I think you turn at the next corner, Dan," she reminded the
young lawyer.
     "Only too glad to be of service," he repeated, and Ruth
wondered for a second just what he was up to.  She thought with
pleasure of the night they had met at the party.  She had lured
Dan into the bedroom and taken all her clothes off.  Then, she had
lain nakedly writhing on the soft shag carpet.  Ruth felt the need
in her pussy starting up again at the thought of how she had lain
on the floor, watching his look of surprise fade away to a lust as
large as her own as he had thrown off his clothes and fucked her
within an inch of her life!
     "Oh, fuck me, Dan," she had cried to him.  "Fuck my hot tits
off!"
     "How are you, Mrs. Connors?" Dan inquired in the same formal
tone, and Ruth wrenched herself back to the present, aware now of
the reason for Dan's behavior.
     "Why, I'm just fine, Dan, and my husband is well too.  You're
looking quite well yourself.  Won any good cases lately?"  She did
her best to play along without giggling, but she could hear her
voice trembling with the strain.  She was always this way at
first, until she really got interested in the game.
     "I have an appointment I cannot be late for!" she declared.
"I think you may have made a wrong turn ..."
     "Oh, Mrs. Connors, I was so hoping you would drop by my
apartment.  You know, you haven't seen it for almost a week.  I've
made a few improvements.  You might really enjoy seeing them.
They are made for you."
      So that was it.  Ruth tried to think of what she should do.
She had learned that it was important to get into the parts he
devised for her, even into the most difficult parts she was to
play, if either of them were going to get the "kicks" they wanted
from the games.  She must maintain the act no matter what.  So she
feigned fright as the car gathered speed, and she turned slightly
to see Dan's lips set in a lewd sideways smile, his hair combed
loosely in a different way, a new, more debonair way.
     Boy, he's really loving this one.  Must have had it stored in
the back of his mind just waiting for when the time was right.
Well, she would play it to the hilt, because that's what he wanted
and he'd gone along with her on her fantasies.
     "I'd ... I'd love to see it, Dan!" she said.  "I hope it's
nice and warm.  I'm kind of cold.  It's a bit chilly for summer,
don't you think?"
     "Oh yes ... you'll be hot there!" Dan promised, nodding his
head in a strange manner.
     The sun reflected off the windshield of the car in front of
them.  Dan ought to be very satisfied, she thought.  He's doing a
fabulous job!  But what Ruth wanted more than anything, as the car
driven by her silent lover sped toward the northwest, was to be in
his apartment and find out what was in store for the afternoon.
     Dan could feel Ruth's anticipation beside him, and he wanted
to let her in on what he had planned, but he knew that she would
enjoy it more if she was surprised, so he kept silent.
     "Here we are, Mrs. Connors," Dan said, pulling up in front of
a small four-story apartment complex.  There were similar
complexes on either side of it and all up and down the street.
     Dan hurried around the front of the car and opened the door
for her.  Then, taking her gently by the elbow, he escorted her up
the concrete steps to the front door of the small building.  For a
moment he fumbled with his keys, and then they were entering the
interior of the complex.
     "Here we are!" he said, a tone of excitement entering his
voice.
     The apartment was quite large inside, and although sparsely
furnished, it gave the appearance of being very comfortable.  A
deep wall-to-wall rug covered the living room floor, and an
overstuffed sectional couch took up one side of the wall.  Ruth
went over and sat down on the couch and waited for her next cue.
     "Yes, that's right, Mrs. Connors, make yourself comfortable.
Shall I make some coffee?"
     "Coffee would be lovely, Dan," Ruth replied, as she leaned
back against the sofa and looked around her.  Dan disappeared into
the kitchen.  Through an open door at the end of the living room
she could see the large double bed where they had spent many a
wild afternoon, and upon its soft furry spread lay what appeared
to be some kind of tool.  She remembered that Dan had told her he
had something special planned, and she wondered if that was it.
     Homey sounds of clinking china were coming from the direction
of the kitchen.
     Hurriedly, Ruth straightened her dress and her hair.  She
always wanted to look her best; it made fucking better somehow.
     Ruth was famous for her clothes and her exquisite good looks.
A tall, willowy redhead, there was little that she could wear that
did not become her, and her figure, she knew, was the envy of all
the women who were acquainted with her.  People sensed the deep
sensual bond between her and her handsome husband, and it made
them one of the most popular couples in the city.
     Ruth sat uncomfortably on the sofa.  The suspense was getting
to her.  Already, since the material of her dress was so thin, the
round brown tips of her bare nipples beneath were showing.  What
am I doing here anyway?  she asked herself.
     "Here we are, Mrs. Connors," Dan said, entering the room with
a tray.  The piping hot coffee steamed from the pot as he set it
down on the low coffee table in front of Ruth, and she could not
help looking forward to its warmth.
     "As I recall, you take a little sugar and a little bit of
milk.  Is that correct?"  Dan smiled down at her, and Ruth
blushed.
     "Yes, she replied, lowering her eyes.  "Yes, thank you, Dan!"
     The hot coffee tasted delicious, and Ruth sat back, just a
bit more at ease than before.  She tried, however, to keep her
arms in front of her, just in case her nipples showed too clearly.
There were times when she wished she still wore a brassiere, and
this was one of them.  She didn't want Dan getting worked up until
he was ready.
     "Well, Dan," she said, breaking into the long silence that
threatened.  "What a cozy place you have here.  I really like it.
Tell me, how do you spend your time, now that you have so much of
it?"
     "Oh, I keep quite busy."  Dan had taken a seat opposite Ruth
in a straight-backed chair that he had pulled up to the coffee
table.  He drank his own coffee with relish, "I work on my little
gadgets ... and fool around with my tape deck."
     "What tape deck?" Ruth asked.  Suddenly everything inside her
was listening, waiting for what the dark-haired man's answer would
be.
     "Why, the tape deck I use to record things, of course!" he
replied easily, as though she should have known all along.  "I see
someone cheating on their husband, and I say to myself, 'Dan, you
have got to teach that little woman a lesson,'" he added with a
twinkle in his dark brown eyes.  Ruth was silent but a thrill ran
through her at the sudden change the game had  taken.  Normally it
was just the old rape game, but this afternoon, with this
blackmail thing thrown in, it added a more lewd flavor to it.  It
was all she could do to keep her hands from trembling on her cup.
     "Oh, yes, I keep busy!  I have a very modern tape recorder
that I use to record these affairs.  It's the best way, I
understand.  Oh yes, I have a lot of memories already down on
tape."
     "I ... I see ..." Ruth stammered.
     Dan was thinking about how well this game was going.  He
could see how much it had excited Ruth already.  Her nipples
showed dark and erect through the thin dress, and his cock jerked
at the memory of his tongue licking hungrily around the dark,
berrylike nipples.
     He was watching young Ruth Connors carefully now.  "Perhaps
you'd like to hear some of the tapes?" he inquired.
     Outside a siren was screaming, and a fire truck clattered
past.  Ruth felt that sirens were wailing inside her head and her
pussy, that any second the throbbing would go out of control and
she would run out and grab any man who would fuck her.
     "Yes ... yes, I would like that," she said.  A part of her
knew that th



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