We Went All Out For Our First Swinging Vacation. (PART 1)

PART 1

We drove up to the resort in mostly silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. The playlist my wife and I had been listening to had run out and we hadn’t bothered to put anything else on. My mind was racing, because I could barely believe that we were actually going through with this. I know her mind must have been a mess of thoughts as well. She just looked out the window, watching the growing thickness in the tree line along the highway. There were times that the silence freaked me out, made me think this was a bad idea. However, I’d then catch a glimpse of her slowing running her fingers along her bare thigh, while wearing her pink shorts and then a slight, barely audible, moan.

“You scared me there for a second babe,” I said to Jess. “You’re not getting cold feet are you?”

Jessica looked over at me with a slight fire in her eyes. “I’d be lying if I said I’m not nervous as hell. What if everyone thinks I’m the boring, ugly one?”

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POTUS Interruptus [MF]

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“I can’t make the fucking economy do what I want it to!” He yelled, slamming a fist on the oak desk.

She shrugged, remaining comfortably unfazed by his outburst. “Do you feel better?”

“No I don’t feel better!” He was up out of his seat now, his petite frame wracked with stress and rage. “They’re blaming me for this Panic!”

“Well, you’re the president. That’s how it goes.”

“It’s not fucking fair don’t they know,” he took a deep breath, steeled himself, “Don’t they know I’m trying?”

She rose to meet him, finally, blurring lines in their friendship as she approached. “Some of them know. You’ve done a lot of good too. The Democratic Party owes you everything.”

“It would be nice if they remembered that sometimes.”

He looked utterly defeated. She tried to view him as the villain, the pro-slavery, anti-Indian monster she imagined he was. But in the moment he was just a sweet, small man, with too much facial hair and permanent frown lines she could set up camp in.

She kissed his cheek, “Don’t think about them right now.”