Enough time for sex on The White House lawn

Lisa and Michael got up and walked out to the front lawn of The White House. It was just getting dark outside. The sun had set and all of the street lights were beginning to turn on. People just outside the gate were still walking about town (naked of course) and the street was still busy with cars. The two raced through the grass enjoying the feeling of it between their toes. They found a nice spot by a tree to make love for about an hour.

Lisa got on top of Michael and kissed him passionately and caressed his nipples, before she inserted his cock inside of herself. She released her lips from his so that she could allow herself to sink down on to him, but she never stopped gazing into his blue eyes with a loving yet domineering look. She was like a lioness with her prey. She tried to forget about the seriousness of her job and duty as president by fucking her husband's brains out. Up and down she went on his cock over and over. Bystanders over the gate began to react. A small crowd began to form with their smartphones as they recognized the sight of the president and the first gentleman making love on the lawn like they so often do.

They were a power couple and sex symbols in there own right. When sex was beginning to be seen as more normal for the public eye, magazines and news websites treated the president like a mix between a porn star and a celebrity. The fact that the president of The United States was a such an attractive woman, and during this new orgy filled world, made people obsessed with her. She used this to her advantage of course. A business woman before politics, she capitalized on her popularity and the changing times by filming and selling White House porn of her fucking her cabinet, coworkers and other high influence people. The proceeds went to help in paying off the national debt. She was of course, not without her critics. People claimed she used her sex appeal to get her way too often and that her sexcapades always took the national spotlight in the news over other more important and pressing issues.

But those people weren't here now. The crowd may have been there, but they didn't bother her. This time was about just her and her husband. Free, in the open night air, no worries of modesty or privacy. She fiercely and voraciously pumped Michael's cock into her pussy. The crowed was excited, many were vigorously masturbating as they watched. Lisa had sex with a lot of men and women over the last year, and though she loved it greatly, sex with her husband was always somehow more special and meaningful to her. "Who's your mommy?! Huh? Huh?" She shouted at him as she jack hammered onto the boy. He couldn't answer, all he could do is look back at her in awe and intimidation, like a deer in headlights. She leaned in and kissed him deeply and didn't let go.

She needed this. These outdoor moments with her man kept her sane in this crazy world that it was her job to keep running and stable. Finally the two erupted in orgasm together. Cum filled Lisa's pussy. The two rested there for a moment, the crowd subsided a little, but not totally, many still glad just to be able to see the president and her husband. "Babe, you have no idea how much I needed that. You keep me going, you know that?" Mike kissed her quickly. "Just go back to your office and save the world you silly Superwoman!" She slowly stood up. His cock flopped out of her, spilling cum all over the grass and onto Michael's belly. He remained there laying in the grass as he watched his wife walk back to the White House. Her face changed to a more serious but confident one. She walked with an intense naked determination. Ready to give her statement to the world.