Jed returned to his room in a slightly dejected mood. He figured that Abbey was going to be pissed about their evening being disturbed and for some reason he could picture fighting with her rather than fucking her and he wasn't sure how much more sexual tension his body could take. A quick glance around the room told him that his wife was probably in the bathroom. He began to undress, unbuttoning his shirt as he kicked his shoes off. Suddenly weary from the heat and the knowledge that an argument might soon ensue with his wife, he threw his pants into the corner and sank back into the chair by the bed.

"Don't stop. Keep undressing."

Jed looked up to see Abbey come in from the balcony that overlooked the courtyard. She had changed while he was gone and now she was wearing a sheer black lace teddy that clung to her gentle curves, soft black hose and a garter belt, and damned if she wasn't still wearing those sexy black boots. Her fiery hair, made even curlier by the humidity, bounced at her shoulders as she moved toward him. She left the French doors open to allow both the slight river breeze and the music from Jackson Square to envelop them both in a sensual hold.

God how he wanted her, he wanted her with every atom of his being. The pressure in his groin was almost unbearable; he pulsed with the need to bury himself inside of her.

Abbey began to approach her husband. Jed was leaning back in his chair, his shirt unbuttoned, his blue eyes lazy with lust and a bit too much bourbon. Sweat was trickling down his neck down to his chest and Abbey began to ache between her thighs. She wanted to climb right up on top of him, straddle his thighs and take him deep within her right there. But, that wasn't how things were going to go. She'd been planning this for far too long to let her lust get the better of her. She placed a hand on each arm of his chair leaning forward until her mouth was a mere inch from his. The scent of her floral perfume drifted over him and he held his breath with anticipation of her next move.

"Happy Birthday, Mr. President," she breathed huskily, and before he could respond her lips were on his tantalizing and teasing him. He'd thought she'd be pissed, but that was one of the most exciting things about Abbey. He never really knew what to expect from his volatile, unpredictable little wife. She was an expert at lighting a match to his temper and equally expert at blowing out the fire. It made life exciting and unpredictable and never, ever boring.

While Abbey's mouth expertly worked on his, her tongue sliding passed his lips to explore the bourbon flavored depths of his mouth, her hands pushed his shirt further apart and she slid her fingers over the soft crinkly hair that covered his warm chest. She felt his heart begin to beat harder as she slid her thumbs back and forth over his flat nipples until they were pebble hard.

Jed protested when her lips left his and she sat back on her heels, her green eyes gone all slumberous and soft with passion. He ran a thumb over her kiss swollen lower lip and tried to pull her back for more. Instead, Abbey bent her head, her soft hair fanning over his chest. She pressed her lips to his neck and his chest, kissing, licking, and nibbling her way to the nipples she had made so hard. Jed groaned loudly when she pulled one of those nipples into her mouth and began sucking at it, her teeth nipping lightly.

"Jesus…Abbey" He moaned, grabbing fistfuls of her soft hair and holding her in place.

"What's the matter, Jed?" She asked innocently. "Are you getting hard?"

"GETTING hard? Christ, my balls have been blue for weeks."

She gazed down between his thighs to see that his penis was indeed hard and jutting out through the slit in his boxers. "Well, as a doctor I certainly can't allow that condition to continue." She curled her warm hand around him and began to gently stroke the satiny hardness while her mouth continued to kiss and tease his stomach, her tongue dipping into his navel in an imitation of the way that he made love to her, in and out and swirling around.

"Abbey, dammit, you're killing me here." He lifted his rear from the chair and together they removed his boxers so that all the clothing that remained was his wide open dress shirt.

With her tongue she traced the thin line of hair that ran from his navel to where it flared out at his groin, stopping momentarily to rub her cheek against the musky warmth there. With a sigh of pure female satisfaction she reveled in his maleness.

"Abbey…PLEASE," Jed begged.

She smiled wickedly up at him as she ran a fingernail lightly up his quivering shaft. She knew exactly what he wanted. She bent her head, her hair now tickling his thighs and she kissed the glistening tip of him. Jed's thighs went rigid and he arched up to her mouth. Abbey placed a hand at his base, not quite ready to give him everything that he wanted. Instead, she began to run her tongue from his base to his tip pausing every so often to take the head between her lips and suckle gently. She felt Jed's hands tighten in hair pulling it away from her face so that he could watch what she was doing. She gazed up at him from between his thighs and, keeping eye contact for as long as she could, she slid the smooth length of him into her mouth, surprised as always that she could do so. Despite the hundreds of times that she had gone down on her husband it never failed to amaze her that she could take him all in. For Jed there was nothing more erotic than watching his wife take his penis into her mouth. She was in a rhythm now, her head slowly rising and falling, feeling that sense of power as Jed groaned and thrust himself up at her, urging her to pick up the speed to where he wanted it. She loved doing this for him, loved the feel of him in her mouth, the combination of smooth soft skin over such rigid hardness and she loved what it did to him, his gasps and moans. His hands were still clenched in her hair and as his breath began to come in more ragged gasps she felt he would rip it out of her scalp. She felt the quivering pulsation beneath the smooth hardness, felt his thighs and belly tighten and the harder tug on her hair that preceded his climax.

Abbey sat back on her heels, watching her husband's chest rise and fall, the sweat trickling down his forehead.

"Foul," he breathed heavily.

"Foul?"

"Yeah, you went too far. I wanted do that inside of you."

"Oh, you'll get your chance." She wiped the back of her hand across her lips and got her feet, then held her hand out to him.

"I don't think I can move," he protested.

Abbey nodded and stood back from him. "God, it's so HOT in here."

Jed watched with fascination as she lifted her hair up off her shoulders to catch the slight breeze that made it's way through the Quarter from the river, bringing with it every earthy, sensual scent it had picked up along the way.

"My clothes are just STICKING to me." Knowing that Jed's eyes were burning into her, Abbey performed a slow provocative strip tease to the seductive strains of a lone saxophonist playing down in the square. She slid her teddy off inch by inch until she finally stood before him nude, save for the garter and stockings and the boots. She bent to unzip the boots, giving Jed a good view of that world class ass that he loved so much.

"No, don't."

Abbey glanced up. "What?"

"Don't take em' off. I wanna love you with them on." He was on his feet now.

"Ah, a little kinky tonight Mr. President. You're starting to show signs of life," she flashed him a sexy siren smile. "Not quite so tired anymore?"

"I could never be tired with you standing in front of me wearing nothing but a garter belt and stockings."

"I know my man pretty well, don't I?" She glided over to him, running her hands over his pectorals and up over his shoulders. "I love the way that you look at me."

"Oh yeah, and how is that?" He reached out a hand to run over the soft curve of her hip.

"Your eyes get all glittery and dangerous, and it's like you want to devour me or something."

"I DO want to devour you." He grabbed her rear and pulled her up close so that he could kiss her. This time it wasn't coffee that he tasted on her tongue, it was the taste of himself.

Somehow they made their way to the bed and once they were there, they began jockeying for position.

"Hey, it's my turn to take care of you," Jed protested, as Abbey flipped him over onto his back and kneeled astride his hips, the cool leather of her boots a tantalizing contrast to all the softness against his thighs.

"Oh, no, Mr. President. Tonight is all about you; it's your birthday. Don't worry, somehow I think I'm going to enjoy this just as much as you will." She bent forward to kiss him again, this time allowing her nipples to rub against the light furring on his chest, feeling the electrical impulses as they hardened all the way from her breasts to the spot between her legs that had begun to pulse for him.

She was damp for him; Jed could feel the wet warmth on his lower belly where she squirmed against him, needing the release that she'd given him earlie. He reached his hands between their bodies sliding a finger into her warm depths, stroking her clitoris until her soft cries became a long low moan of pleasure. That was all it took Jed to bring him back to a full-fledged arousal. Abbey felt him pressing up against the back of her thighs and with a lazy, knowing grin, she lifted herself slightly from his body and edged her way back so she could straddle his thighs. She reached a hand down and pulled his firm penis back from his belly lowering herself on to him until just his tip had entered her. Jed's fingers dug into her hips and it was all he could do not to pull her down hard on to him. Instead he watched her, her eyes closed, her head thrown back as she slowly sank down on him, impaling herself to his hilt.

"Oh…Jeeeed…" the soft groan held wealth of emotion in it. It had been so long since they had been joined as one, so long since they had partaken in the pleasure and passion in each other's bodies.

Jed's hips began to thrust up at her, but Abbey stayed still, reveling in the deep fullness of him. She felt his hands caress her bare skin, up and down the curves of her hips, over her belly, inching closer but not close enough for what she needed. Her breasts ached for his touch, for his mouth, but he hadn't touched her there, not when they had danced, not when he had kissed her, and not now. She lifted her arms, holding her hair up off her shoulders and arching her back, hoping to entice him. Instead he groaned, closing his eyes against the pagan goddess above him and gripped the sheets.

"Oh for crying out loud, Jed," she bit out with frustration. "Just touch them." She grabbed at his hands and pulled them to her breasts, placing one on each one.

"Is it okay? I tried not to tell you how perfect you are." Oh damn did she feel good he thought as he palmed her soft heavy breasts. It had been so hard not to touch her.

Abbey smiled down tenderly at him, watching the almost reverent way that he caressed her, sliding his thumbs over her nipples with just the touch that she needed. "It's okay to like them, Jed. I was just a little…you know…freaked out before…" Abbey's breath was starting to get more ragged now and she leaned slightly forward to brace her hands on Jed's shoulders so she could raise and lower her hips. She did it slowly, loving the aching stretch as he penetrated and feeling bereft when he left her. Jed's fingers gripped her hips.

"Faster, Abbey," he groaned. "Oh, God…faster." He moved his hands down to where their bodies were joined knowing the sure-fire way to set his wife ablaze. He began to stroke her, soft circular motions that caused her to whimper and cry out. Finally she leaned forward and pressed her forehead to his changing the angle of his penetration so that he could thrust up into her with abandon. Jed immediately grabbed her rear pulling her to him, his hips thrusting up at her like pistons. Abbey's body began to tense, her breath coming in soft crying gasps.

"Jeeeeeeddddd…."Her long last drawn out cry ended with her body arching back in orgasm, her thighs tightening around his waist, her teeth digging into his collarbone. The muscles deep inside her began to contract around him, squeezing him with exquisite torture until he finally lost it, the cry of her name muffled into her hair as his semen began pumping into her in agonizingly, uncontrollable spurts.

Abbey lay sprawled out over Jed's chest, feeling as limp as a rag doll.

"We need to do this more often," she murmured against his shoulder. "This every couple of months just doesn't cut it."

"Tell me about it. I guess we'll need to try to work out our campaign schedules a little better. Plan a few fuck dates."

"I prefer to think of them as trysts or as we say in the White House, barbecues." Abbey eased herself off of Jed's body, feeling empty as his fullness slid from her body. It was always that way when the lovemaking was over and one reason she felt the need to stay connected to him.

"Whatever word you use, it's the same thing." He lifted his arm so that Abbey could snuggle up to his side and for the next few minutes the two of them went over their schedules like illicit lovers planning clandestine affairs.

****

Later in the night, a heavy gust of wind blew through the open French doors and thunder rumbled in the distance. Jed awoke but didn't bother to get up and shut the door, the cooler breeze felt good. Abbey didn't completely awaken, she just shivered, blinked her eyes a couple of times at him then sleepily rolled closer to him, her knee rising up over his thighs, her arm thrown carelessly over his chest, her face pressed up under his arm. Jed smiled running his fingers through the silky strands of her hair that lay over his chest. He loved that his wife was a cuddler and that even when she was asleep she was reaching out for him.

Two more days, he thought to himself and a broad smile crossed his face. They still had two more days. He couldn't imagine what else his wife might have planned for them.

TBC...