Chapter 710: Know What's Up
"Don't worry, I've got it all figured out," Armando said confidently. "Angus taking the position of director at the Education Bureau may seem like a step ahead on the surface, but it might not be a good thing for his future. Serving in office, I still want to leave a mark on the city, can't just come and go empty-handed, you know. Otherwise, I'd be betraying my conscience."
"Honey, what I admire most about you is that," Maurice said with a slight smile. "You're different from others, you have principles, ideals, and the means to get things done. My dad has never misjudged people, and his support for you is also in the hope that you can be a cadre who truly does practical things for the people."
"Darling, I owe a lot of today to you, my wise helper," Armando sighed. Suddenly, he leaned in and kissed his wife on the cheek. "Your help to me has been immense."
"Oh, what are you doing," Maurice's fair face blushed, she glared at Armando playfully. "We've been married for so long, and you're still acting like a rogue. Aren't you afraid our daughter will see and make fun of us?"
"What's there to be shy about," Armando wrapped his arms around his wife's waist, chuckling. "If I'm not being a rogue with you, how can we have our precious daughter?"
"You, a dignified leader, don't care about your image at all," Maurice teased, swaying her voluptuous hips, her ample bosom heaving, her body heating up. She squirmed, saying, "Let's continue this in the bedroom."
Armando led his wife into the bedroom with quick strides, swiftly taking off his clothes, leaving only a pair of black boxers. Despite being a leader, he maintained a good physique, unlike many leaders with big bellies, he even had a few abdominal muscles.
Maurice, blushing, also removed her clothes. She had a voluptuous figure, fair skin, a 36D bust, a bit of excess around the waist, full and round buttocks, and straight, snow-white legs. She exuded a noble air of a mature woman, her captivating eyes shining, bewitching.
"Wife, you're getting more beautiful," Armando looked a bit stunned, embracing Maurice, his large hands caressing her plump, fair back and smooth arms. "You seem younger than when I first met you."
"You smooth talker," Maurice chuckled. "With so many pretty girls in your government office, don't you get distracted?"
"Cross my heart," Armando hurriedly explained. "My secretary is a guy, you can go to the office and ask if you don't believe me."
"Alright, alright, I'm just teasing you," Maurice smiled, her boneless arms encircling her husband's neck, her full bosom pressing against his chest, softly saying, "Honey, come on, love me well."
Armando, looking at his alluring wife, also felt excited. He laid her on the bed, removed his boxers, revealing his erect penis, albeit less than ten inches. He positioned himself on top of her, caressing her full, erect breasts. Maurice's breasts were well maintained, white and tender, with pink nipples hardening under her husband's touch.
"Come on, honey, I can't wait any longer," Maurice wriggled her voluptuous, snow-white body, parting her legs to reveal her juicy, moist flesh, her slit already wet.
"Wife, here I come," Armando thrust his penis towards his wife's soft lips, sliding in halfway with a slick sound.
"Mmm," Maurice moaned softly, her plump, snow-white thighs tightening, her vagina gripping her husband's penis, undulating. "So comfortable."
Armando held his wife's fleshy, white thighs, thrusting his manhood into her vagina, although he was an anomaly in the political arena, he was consistent with his wife, their relationship deeply rooted. Their marital life was harmonious, even though he was busy with work, he made sure to be with Maurice at least once a week, even if each time didn't exceed Eighteen minutes. Maurice was satisfied, as it was rare for a couple of their age to have regular intimate moments. Many officials' wives and husbands were merely putting on a show, living separate lives, some even keeping young lovers on the side, long separated from their spouses.
"Ah, Armando, harder, it feels so good," Maurice writhed her plump buttocks, her snow-white, full thighs squeezing her husband's waist tightly, her moans growing louder.
Listening to his wife's ecstatic moans, Armando became more excited, increasing the intensity of his thrusts. Suddenly, he grunted, his body stiffening, his penis halting inside Maurice's vagina.
"What's wrong, Armando?" Maurice, enjoying her husband's thrusts, was startled by his reaction and quickly asked.
"I think I twisted my waist a bit," Armando frowned. "I exerted too much force just now."
Maurice was speechless, she could only let her husband slowly withdraw his penis and then lie down to rest. Watching her husband rubbing his sore waist, she couldn't help but say helplessly, "You're in your forties, why do you have to show off? Do you think you're still an eighteen-year-old boy trying to impress me?"
Armando felt a bit frustrated, saying, "Can't you cut me some slack? Please help me massage it, my waist really can't move, and I have a meeting to attend tonight."
Maurice smiled and asked her husband to turn to the side, gently massaging his waist. Thinking that she hadn't been fully satisfied earlier, she couldn't help but complain, "You only do this once a month, and look at you now. If I asked for once a week, you'd be disabled."
"Can't you wish for something good," Armando's expression turned sour. "If I really end up disabled, what good would it do for you?"
"I'll remarry," Maurice raised her eyebrows, playfully pressing on Armando's waist, saying with a smile, "I'll find a strong young man of eighteen or nineteen, so I don't have to endure your half-hearted attempts every time."
Seeing his wife's increasingly outrageous remarks, Armando felt helpless. He knew Maurice's character well, she never gave in easily, even though he was a leader now, he was completely ineffective in front of his wife. After all, her father was a high-ranking national official, making his leadership position seem insignificant.
Back then, Armando won Maurice's heart not only because of his impressive appearance and vast knowledge but also because he could satisfy her in bed to the point of ecstasy. That's why she wholeheartedly married him. However, over the years, he had been busy with his career, his health declining. Faced with his unsatisfied wife, he sometimes struggled to perform, even resorting to secretly taking Viagra to please her, but this was not a long-term solution.
Armando was at a critical point in his career, with little interest in intimate matters. He needed Maurice's father's help desperately, so he couldn't neglect his wife. Each time they made love, it felt like completing a political task. Over time, he became somewhat lax, even thinking that if he could divert Maurice's attention, it would be better, to prevent her constant pestering.
Unfortunately, his secretary could only help with work responsibilities. No matter how high a leader's position, intimate matters with his wife required personal attention.
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