You are swamped and apologetically decline her invitation

Unfortunately, you simply do not have time on your schedule to take the First Lady up on her invitation for dinner tonight and assure her that you will try to make it next week.

You eat a quick dinner in the White House cafeteria between meetings and arrive at the Vice Presidential only a few minutes before midnight.

You take a few minutes to check on your sleeping son and then enter your bedroom. Your wife is sleeping soundly wearing only a long white nightshirt, with her long, creamy white legs exposed to the cold February air.

Despite your exhaustion, your cock twitches at your wife's exposed legs.