A Presidential Affair

Camp David

Jack is happy to be a Camp David for reasons other than work-related.

Once he told Marilyn he is going to have a political discussion, she made it clear that she would not be there at all. She is going to New York to visit her mom. His plan to see Jackie is working in his favor.

Now he is sitting there in front of the fireplace waiting for the call to inform him that Jackie is en-route to Camp David. He last heard that they were waiting outside her house. That was a half-hour ago.

He is getting kinda anxious about seeing Jackie. He wasn't sure what he should do first when he saw her; kiss her, strip off her clothes, or both. Either way, he missed her and he is horny.

He jumped when his phone rang, hoping that it's his men informing him that Jackie is on her way.

"Hello," he said anxiously.

"Hello Jack," replies Marilyn, "I'm glad you're in a good mood."

"Hello Marilyn," he replies sounding dejected.

"That's no way to greet your wife," Marilyn replies.

"How much do you need Marilyn?" Jack asks.

"How do you know that I'm calling for money?"

"When do you call any other time?" Jack replies snappily.

She sighs and thinks about how she is going to ask him for the $3,000 she needed to buy a necklace she saw when she was out shopping on Fifth Avenue.

"I was just calling to see how work was coming along. You don't have to be so mean, Jack darling." Marilyn replies trying to sound sweet.

"How much do you need Marilyn?" Jack asks just wanting to get her off the phone.

"Just $3,000; I saw this beautiful necklace at Van Clef & Arpels that I can wear to next week's state dinner with the President of whats that country?"

"Mexico, Marilyn. Fine, I'll ask my accountant to wire it over," he replies.

"Thank you, Darling gotta go, mother and I are having dinner at the Four Seasons," she replies sounding excited.

"Ok, I'll tell him to wire over $5,000. Bye Marilyn," Jack replies hanging up before she could finish.

He put his head in his hands as he knew that if he didn't divorce Marilyn soon, that he is going to be penniless.

His phone rang again he is hoping it's his men telling him that Jackie is on her way.

"Yes," he replied trying not to sound anxious nor excited.

"Mr. President, we're en-route with Senator Bouvier now," said Agent Welles.

"Good, how far are you?"

"We'll be landing in... 10 minutes sir according to the pilot."

"Good, see you when you arrive Jerry," he replies.

He looks at the clock and in the next ten minutes, the woman who has been haunting his fantasies will be at his front door, and in the next twenty minutes upstairs in his bed.

He looks at himself in the mirror making sure he looked good for Jackie.

He is somewhat satisfied with the white polo shirt he was wearing and the tan slacks. He didn't want to seem like he is overdressed for her. The one thing that he couldn't hide though is his arousal which is obvious from the bulge in the front of his pants.

He is ready to feel her soft skin against his and her soft moans filling the room. She couldn't get here fast enough.

The knock on the door indicated that she is finally here.

He walks casually to the door and opens it to the lovely sight in front of him.

"Hello Mr. President," Jackie says.

"I thought we were on informal terms," he says.

"We are..." was all she could say before she felt his hungry lips on hers.

He lifts her up and carries her upstairs to his bedroom. Gently laying her down on the bed, he begins to make his way down her neck while he works on unbuttoning her blouse. Once he gets her blouse open he notices the black lace bra she has on which only ignites his desire.

"You wore this for me?" he groans before nibbling on her ear.

"Mhmm," she moans.

Her hands go down to his belt and begin to work on the buckle. They both work on undressing each other; only stopping to get certain pieces off.

....

Jackie is lying in his arms feeling relaxed and completely satisfied after multiple rounds. Jack is definitely the best lover she's ever had.

"Are you hungry," he asks looking down at her.

"No not really; are you?" she asks rubbing his chest.

"A little, but I can wait," he replies moving a stray strand of brown hair from her face.

Even though the weekend had just started, she didn't want to think about the time when it came to her leaving. She is happy and content just being with him. She wishes they could do this all the time, but they can't.

He is another woman's husband.