by E Erika
Chapter 7
Senator J.L. was surprised but not infuriated to have learnt about Sheryl’s unchangeable stance on pre-marital sex. To be honest, such a rigid religious principle seemed to have increased his interest in her. It made him feel so proud to be the first lucky man that would take a gorgeous and rich lady like Sheryl to bed.
And he also believed that Sheryl might speedily accept his marriage proposal if she truly loved him as her actions had revealed in recent months.
Despite his busy schedules as a lawmaker, Senator J.L. had set aside some time to fully understand his girlfriend, who also had relocated to the Washington branch of her father’s company. Sheryl Lekhov now lived in Washington and could afford to meet the Senator every other night except when he was too busy with his congressional assignments.
In what seemed like a month of whirlwind dating marked with platonic show of love, Sheryl didn’t object to being kissed, hugged and sometime allowed some sensitive parts of her body to be amorously touched. However, she appreciated the level of maturity displayed by the Senator during these periods, despite the fact that they sometimes found themselves on the edge of making love to each other he usually restrained himself and refused to press her against her wish. They both waited for the glorious night of their wedding to have the full taste of true affection that had been brewing in their hearts for each other.
And on a cold Saturday morning in December of that year, Senator J.L. eventually and officially proposed to Sheryl Lekhov. And she, too, was so glad he did. Their wedding preparations were swift and carefully planned out.
Despite his fame and political connections, Senator J.L. was, unbelievably a very quiet person. If not for politics, he was the kind of man who would have preferred to live in a very remote village where he could enjoy some quietness and protect his absolute privacy.
It didn’t occur as a rude shock to his many friends when he chose to marry his sweetheart, Sherry Lekhov in private, inviting only a handful of his associates, including his best friend Danny Birch. The wedding took place on a ranch in Southern California, singularly rented for this purpose.
Senator J.L was on top of the world during this occasion. And he watched his beautiful bride beam with happiness throughout the solemnization that was presided over by a local priest. Senator J.L. felt quite lucky in life to have been blessed with a woman who had shown so much interest in his political success, who also didn’t hesitate in giving him her heart.
The new couple moved into their newly bought two-million-dollar mansion in Washington on the same day of their wedding and looked forward to moments of fairy tale romance.
“There are some happenings in life that are inexplicable,” Senator J.L. said as he and his wife sat on the huge blue sofa in their expansive living room.
“What’s going on in your mind?” Sheryl asked, smiling.
“I can still vividly remember the first time we met, and how your beauty dazed me to the point of losing my senses,” he said, smiling.
“But you didn’t show that you truly cared about me then, did you?” she asked, yawning out of tiredness.
“If you had been quite sensitive, you would have seen how confused and embarrassed I often felt whenever you appeared before me,” he told her.
“Did you?” she said, leaning on his naked hairy chest. “I used to think you didn’t like me showing up before you then—and I kinda looked like a stalker. I hated thinking I was actually a stalker seeking your attention every time,” she revealed, smiling.
Senator J.L. clutched at his wife’s breasts which made her blouse heave like a small rock. He was happy when she didn’t resist his amorous touches. How could she ever think of resisting him when they had both been looking forward to this spectacular day? Instead, Sheryl grabbed her husband’s hand and led his prying fingers into her loosely tied bras. Unabashedly, Senator J.L. squeezed his wife’s breasts and watched her eyes dilate, letting a small sensual moan come of out her lips.
Undressing her slowly, Senator J.L. allowed his inquisitive eyes to journey down his wife’s beautiful body. He placed his hand on her now naked torso and felt a river of emotion gushed up his throat.
Sheryl had surprised her husband the most: she put her fingers in his boxers and caressed him in the most sensitive part of his body. She bent down between his thighs and gave him an unexpected blowjob.
Amazed, Senator J.L. almost asked her where she got the knowledge of blowjob from, if she had truly been a chaste lady as she made him to believe. But he soon cautioned himself because asking such a dumb question would make him a laughingstock to her; everyone understood that pornography was everywhere.
Both of them were naked now, hugging each other tightly like frightened bears. They moved into their bedroom to finish off what they had started. What a beautiful night! Senator J.L. was anxious to get into his wife and take her high up into the realm of sensual happiness, where no clear voices are audible, but only moaning and screaming.
But he was momentarily disappointed as he immaturely ejaculated into his wife’s nightdress. Without offering any apology, he grabbed her breasts once again, sucked them one after the other. He listened attentively as Sheryl called for more of that.
Getting his erection worked out again, he touched his wife’s lower body and discovered that she was already wet, ready and willing to take him on the same pleasure ride. Slowly and deliberately, Senator J.L. slid his thing into his now submissive wife and listened as she moaned away into the night. Seriously moaning and jerking her legs as her husband banged away with all his excitement.
Such a good feeling! Senator J.L. whispered to himself as he kissed his wife’s lips and ran the tip of his tongue on the nipples of her breasts several times that night.
Sheryl’s body shook feverishly as he took her to the climax of their lovemaking. It was her most special night she had spent thirty five of her life waiting for. And she was not disappointed in her husband’s unexpected strength and knowledge of sex.
Chapter 8
Senator J.L. didn’t have the chance to take his lovely wife to Hawaii for honeymoon immediately after they did their wedding, but he did promise to do so later, during the spring vacation or thereafter. In the meantime, he sacrificed every hour he could steal from his time-consuming congressional assignments to make sure Sheryl didn’t feel lonely in big house, which was always quiet. He was even happy that she was a kind of an in-door person; she spent most of her time cooking and experimenting with different styles of baking.
Sheryl didn’t have the chance to cook when she was with her parents—her doting mother did everything for her and her siblings. But now as a wife and mother-to-be, Sheryl wanted to reciprocate similar gestures to her kid if she and her husband decided to have one.
She advertised in a local Washington newspaper for a cook who could instruct her about how to cook some foreign dishes; her mother loved Italian, French and Indian cuisines a lot. So, Sheryl wanted someone who understood the procedures for making those delicatessens, intentionally adding Israelis dishes to the list.
Two applicants surfaced, but she decided to go with the younger woman: to her, a young lady would be easy to deal with, unlike older cook who might want to force her opinions on her. Her selected cook’s name was Mary, a sexy Irish-American with seductive eyelashes.
“You know what? Cooking is like dating; you’ve got to fall in love with everything that is on your cooking table,” Mary said, philosophically.
Sheryl laughed and listened to her instructions as she cooked Spanish Cochinillo Asado (Roast Suckling Pig).
“My mum learnt how to cook Asado when she lived in Spain as a member of American Corps in her thirties,” Mary explained. “And almost everyone in our home know how to prepare it,” she said.
In silence, Sheryl watched intently as her hired cook experimented with various dishes; Italian, Irish, Spanish, Chinese and Japanese ones. Sheryl credited herself for hiring the best person to instruct her about the tricks of m
aking the best food in the world.
Two weeks in a row the cook showed up at Sheryl’s kitchen to assist her in mastering how to cook various delicatessens. They became close friends in a matter of weeks, but their relationship soon turned sour after a long-time secret was carelessly revealed by the cook over unguarded gossiping.
“I’m sure Senator J.L. will show you more love now that you are giving him the best kinds of food he dearly loved,” Mary said.
“Oh, yeah! He’s crazy for my cooking nowadays,” Sheryl said, absentmindedly.
“I know. I know,” Mary said, thoughtfully. “I used to cook those for him long ago,” Mary revealed, foolishly. And her statement stabbed Sheryl’s heart like an arrow.
Sheryl was able to unearth from further probing that Senator J.L. and her newly hired cook were lovers before. They had even shared the same bed for months!
So, what was going on in the Senator’s head when he approved of her decision to hire her in the first instance? Was he suffering from amnesia that he couldn’t remember he had had sexual relationship with her in the past or was he secretly planning to continue dating her in his matrimonial home? Sheryl was momentary devastated by these hurtful thoughts. And she took the first step in stopping this mess; she fired the cook instantly.
The following Saturday Sheryl was presented with an opportunity to bring up the issue with her husband. She was surprised how hard he had struggled to explain some complicated things to her.
“The cook was a younger sister of my former assistant. Her elder brother brought her in to help me do some chores at home, including handling the entire housekeeping,” he said, staring confusingly at his wife’s scornful face.
“All of a sudden, she became seductive: at times, she came into my room in sexy nightdresses. And being single at the time, I couldn’t have overcome the temptation,” he said and watched his beautiful wife squirm on her seat.
“OK. Let’s forget about the past now,” Sheryl abruptly cut in to stop Senator J.L. from spilling more horrible tales that could make her go crazy. “But why agreeing to my decision to hire her as a cook when you knew that you were former bedmates before?” she couldn’t hide her amazement and derision for his action.
“One of my poor judgments, Sheryl. I’m indeed sorry about that,” he apologized, genuinely.
Right from that moment, Senator J.L. had put it in his mind to compensate his wife for the bad mistake he had made; he thought of doing something special to pacify her. Or if she so desired, he could set apart some time in spite of his very busy schedule to take her on a trip to exotic places in Europe where she could have some memorable experiences and let bygone be bygone.
Reclining on the sofa on the cool Saturday morning following their quarrel over the cook issue, Sheryl snuggled up to her husband and lay her head on his hairy chest in her usual gesture of love. She slowly stroked his potbelly and watched his eyes rolled and rolled in pleasure.
“I’m interested in knowing your stand on the Bill currently on the Senator Floor that aims at deterring Iran from obtaining nuclear materials from Russia,” she said, almost in a whisper.
“”Oh, are you?” Senator J.L. quipped.
Instead of offering a direct response, Sheryl had only chuckled. Ever since she married the Senator, she had secretly launched an investigation into all the activities of the United States Senate. She stealthily searched files and documents that had any important information about Russia. Being a Russian-American, her father and her entire family members were working for the interests of the Russian Government that had commissioned her father as a dependable lobbyist in the United States. So far the only issue that gave Russian leaders serious worries was the Russian-Iran Nuclear Materials Sales Treaty Bill that the US senators were fighting to outlaw. If successful, the development would affect several Russian companies, including Sheryl’s father’s personal investments.
“As a member of the Foreign Relations Committee, that’s a Bill that has been giving everyone sleepless nights; we’ve got to do it right or we will bungle it and disappoint the America people,” Senator J.L. explained.
Sheryl gulped, not knowing which side of the argument her husband supported. Her own interest in the matter was bordered on her father’s stake in the issue—that the United States should never make an attempt to block the deal. Sheryl understood that if such a Bill was passed, her father stood to lose billions of dollars worth of investments in the Russian companies producing the nuclear materials. She understood that her mission was to sway her husband’s opinion in this regard and dissuade him from voting for the Bill. Sheryl believed that she needed to do everything in her power to achieve this, but she had no idea how easy or hard the task would be.
“Do you think Iran is capable of developing a nuclear bomb?” she prodded her husband further.
“Yes and No,” Senator J.L. replied, staring down into his wife’s beady eyes. “Yes, because they could get help from other nuclear nations like Pakistan, India, North Korea or even Russia; No, because we believe their crop of nuclear scientists lack the appropriate technical know-how to manufacture a nuclear bomb at the moment,” he explained.
Sheryl felt the urge to barrage him with more thought-provoking questions. But she noticed it was time to fix the lunch for the two of them.
“I’m wondering why you are suddenly interested in such an issue,” Senator J.L. asked, his eyes blinking as he stared into his wife’s seductive eyes during their lunch.
“I’m just curious that passing a Bill like that won’t change things in a significant way as far as Iran is concerned. Iranians can always get their nuclear materials from somewhere else, and such a step will only deepen the uneasy relationship between Russia and the United States,” she said, hiding her true intentions.
“Many of us, senators share similar views as yours,” Senator J.L. said, “but our collective fear is that it will amount to committing political suicide if voters get to know our unwillingness to stop Russia from helping Iran,” he confessed.
“As an independent senator, you have the choice of voting for or against the Bill without any political party victimizing you for your position on the issue,” Sheryl noted.
Senator J.L. nodded briefly.
While her husband was enjoying the lunch—cold pasta with roasted shrimps and some red wine, Sheryl kept returning to their previous discussion and somehow pressed her husband for a compromise.
“If you asked me, I’d prefer you vote against the Bill. You’ve definitely got nothing to lose by doing so,” she told him, smiling.
Her statement had only made the Senator smile wryly. He was surprised why she had shown much interest in this particular issue. Was it because she was originally from Russia? Was she preventing an occurrence of a protracted political impasse between Russia and the United States? The only two countries she could call her homes?
“If I’m not demanding too much from you, can you just vote “No” on that Bill?” Sheryl asked, looking seriously concerned.
Her actions had only forced the Senator to laugh raucously. But he had already made up his mind not to let her opinions sway him in any way. Even though he had been thinking of how he could assuage her for the bitterness he caused her for hiring his former lover as their cook, but he never thought of gambling with his political career to satisfy a woman’s wish.
And the day before Senators in Washington would vote whether to advance the Bill against Russian-Iran Nuclear Transactions, Sheryl had lured her husband into the sauna in-built into their expansive Washington home and massaged his body to make him relax. She had secretly learnt how to do Thai Massage from a massage school at the city center. And while she administered her massage, she watched her husband’s eyes dilate with pleasure as he savored the soothing power of Thai massage. The warm bathwater in the sauna also produced a sleeping effect on him; before long, Sheryl watched him doze off in the waist-deep warm water.
When Senator J.L. woke up a few minutes later, he found S
heryl’s hands between his thighs, carefully stroking his penis. When their eyes met, they smiled lustfully to each other. For the second time since they had married, Sheryl held her husband’s thing in her hands and slowly slid it into her wet mouth, sucking hard at it.
Senator J.L. moaned away as he enjoyed the enrapt pleasure of being treated nicely by his beautiful wife. Thereafter, they moved to their tastefully decorated bedroom to finish off their lovemaking.
Senator J.L. wondered if he were in a dream; he had never seen Sheryl displayed these styles of sexual prowess ever since they wedded. Had she been hiding her capabilities until now? And if so, what had prevented her from showing her strength in bed right from the first night they made love after wedding?
Notwithstanding, her show of affection now had helped increase his love for her. In fact, she had compelled him to occupy his mind with sweet thoughts of her. The sensation was exactly like that of a perfume that radiated and occupied a small space within a little period of time.
Even when he was at work, Senator J.L. couldn’t easily remove the thoughts about his pretty wife from his mind. Therefore, when the debate about whether to advance the Russian-Iran Nuclear Trades Bill came up on the senate floor, Senator J.L., unabashedly, had sat on the fence about the issue and watched other senators debate heatedly with one another.
“I can’t point exactly to the immediate danger Americans will be in as far as Iran is concerned,” one senator argued, convincingly.
“You may be right, but a nuclear Iran will put Israel, our staunch ally, in a grave danger,” another senator said, visibly angry.
After the noisy deliberation, a final vote was called on the issue. And surprisingly enough, Senator J.L. chose to side with the hawkish senators who thought that passing such a Bill would worsen the already cold relationship between the United States and Russia. Some anti-nuclear-arms-proliferation senators believed that infuriating Russia at this junction would destabilize the nuclear arms reduction arrangement warmly supported by both countries. And most of the senators believed that a heavily nuclear-armed Russia posed more threats to the safety and interests of the United States than Iran.
