The Old Bulls

"So I tell him ... I say to him, look, there was a time where affirmative action was good for the country, but it's America First now buddy," John said, slapping the table. He'd had a bit too much beer, but Barbie had already cut him off. He laughed uproariously. Barbie and Elizabeth laughed politely. Moses glowered for a minute before chuckling, albeit fake.

"You showed that son of a bitch, John," Moses said. He was goading him, he knew. Elizabeth policies may have been popular with the suburban crowd, but the bottle blonde would have to take positions he'd be against. And he'd have to be quiet and take it. Just like he was taking it now.

The two couples were in Charleston, at a quiet, exclusive restaurant. They eventually departed, only to find they were in hotel rooms next to each other. Perhaps this would be some measure of ****, Moses thought, stripping his wife down to her fancy lingerie. He'd preferred her pale .. but the voters ate up the bottle blonde, tanned, huge titty look. And who was he to deny the voters their preference?

He massaged her large, pendulous breasts, tugged at the sun-kissed nipples insistently, while she drunkenly groped at the huge fucktool between his thighs. Then they heard it ... the loud, familiar slapping sounds of the recent President fucking the recent First Lady. And somewhat to Moses's surprise, it sounded like he was getting deep into the white bitch.

Well, two could play at this game, Moses thought. He put Elizabeth into the doggy position, mounting her like a common whore. She grunted as he fed her his thick cock, her moans joining into the cacophony next door. And the two young wives rutted under the ministrations of the old bulls, each couple inciting the other further.