Gypsy Sex Romp 3
by Aurora Dupree
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2012 Aurora Dupree
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the product of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner.
Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locations is purely coincidental.
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Morgan always hated these things.
She hated the ceremony of it, the fakeness, the way everyone smiled at her but harbored their own secret opinions and motives behind their eyes. She hated it, but there was nothing she could do. When you're the wife of a United States senator, there are some things you just have to get accustomed to.
Not that her husband was paying her much attention. Reginald Carver III was in the corner, schmoozing it up with a lobbyist from some pharmaceutical company. They were laughing and chatting it up like they were old buddies. The lobbyist slapped her husband on the back, and let out a hearty guffaw. Morgan looked away, before her distaste had time to show on her face. She knew hobnobbing with these people was part and parcel of soirees like this, but that didn't mean she had to enjoy it. She grabbed a shrimp puff from the tray of hors d'oeurves, and munched it, trying to stave off irritation. Afterward, she headed over to the open bar for a drink. She knew her husband didn't like her drinking at these things--it had a tendency to make her "unbecoming," as Reggie put it, so that was all the more reason why she wanted to do it now. She ordered a screwdriver and sighed, leaning on her arm while the bartender fixed her drink.
"Morgan, how are you?" She turned, and saw Nick Baker, who worked with her husband up on Capitol Hill. Nick was chomping on a fat cigar and his suit clung tightly to his ample frame. He grabbed her in a hug, and she flinched. She didn't want to hug him--didn't want to be anywhere near him, for that matter, but she couldn't exactly just shove him away. She tried not to grimace as he pulled his sweaty body close to hers.
"You look absolutely ravishing tonight," he whispered in her ear. She forced a smile and gently nudged him away. She did look ravishing, that was the thing. Her little black cocktail dress accentuated her breasts nicely, not to mention her ass. But it was her husband who should be drooling over her, not his boorish cronies. She knew Reggie had his girls on the side too, interns mostly, although he always denied it after coming home late from a meeting or staying in the office well past midnight to "catch up on the reelection numbers." Yes, Morgan Carver was no fool, but she had stayed faithful thus far, in her own little act of rebellion, not giving him the satisfaction he deserved. She broke out of her reverie and turned to Baker.
"Good to see you again Nick," she said, her mouth remaining a perfectly thin line.
"It's always good to see you," he said. "I love that shade of lipstick. What is it?"
"Uh, well it's..."
Just then, her husband came walking over, still full of good cheer from his powwow with the lobbyist. He slapped an arm around Baker's shoulder.
"Hey honey," he said. "You keeping busy? Drinking again, I see. We're going to have to hide the lampshades tonight."
"She loves the booze, this one," Baker agreed, and they laughed.
"I'm fine," Morgan said, wondering if Reggie caught the little chill that had pervaded her voice. "Just talking to your charming friends here."
"That's good, good. Hey listen. It could be a late night. There's a lot of people I've got to talk to, you know how it is. If you want to run home early, no one would blame you."