Epilogue Part 2

As I entered the opulent office bathed in natural light, my attention was immediately drawn to her – my strikingly gorgeous brunette wife who effortlessly commanded the room.

It no longer matters that she never had a surname, now she is Mrs. Lola Rutherford and she has never looked back.

The luxurious space seemed to revolve around her, as if the very essence of elegance and professionalism emanated from her presence.

Her glossy dark hair is professionally done these days and it cascaded down her back in loose waves, framing a face adorned with a smattering of freckles that only enhanced her captivating charm.

Lola is as beautiful as she ever has been, only these days she has a designer wardrobe and a hairstylist and beauty consultant on speed dial. (and she loves these perks, by the way.)

Her navy blue eyes sparkled with intelligence and determination, reflecting the ambient light that danced through the expansive windows. The subtle curve of her lips suggested both confidence and approachability, creating an aura that beckoned you to engage in conversation.

Seated at an impeccably organized desk, she epitomized efficiency and grace amid her multitasking. A sleek MacBook occupied the center stage, its silver glow complementing the warm tones of the mahogany furnishings. With one hand skillfully navigating the keyboard, and the other holding a sleek smartphone pressed to her ear, she effortlessly balanced a myriad of responsibilities.

As her voice resonated through the airwaves of the room, it carried a blend of authority and friendliness. The conversation flowed seamlessly, a testament to her adept communication skills. Meanwhile, her fingers danced across the keyboard, effortlessly toggling between applications on the Mac screen.

My Lola hasn’t grown, she has flourished. Blossomed into the flower I knew she could be. I hated the pain I caused her, but what she did in the aftermath showed exactly the woman I have always known she was. Strong, clever, fierce, and unstoppable.

Supporting me in my political career as a wife would have been one thing, but she has gone beyond that and is in every way my partner- I could not have made it this far without her. She has gone to school and studied business and politics, she is the biggest asset to my team and the person I trust more than any other.

Landon helped her get started before she became part of my team.

He didn’t make it easy for her. He put her to work in his various businesses. He pushed all kinds of things her way and forced her to learn, change, adapt, and grow. But boy did she grow. More than I think even he could have imagined, doubling his worth in the first year. So this fancy, opulent downtown office and position at the top of my team? She earned every single inch of it.

She looked up from her screen and gave me the warmest of smiles, she glowed with happiness and contentment, and that smile, it felt like home to me.

My family tried not to be dazzled by her, but it didn’t last long. My mother held out the longest but even she couldn’t resist Lola’s undeniable charm. And Lola wasn’t even actively trying, she didn’t try to win her over or pretend to be anyone other than who she was. Warm, kind, funny, and genuine. Before I knew it she was getting more calls than I was, “Lola which color shirt would pair best with these pants for the Manatee Gala?”

It took Lola some time to decide that I was her future, which was completely understandable, I had hurt her, my family had hurt her and she didn”t want to fit into a world where people and feelings were so dispensable. But the truth was that that world is part of me. I could learn from it, change, and be different. But it was that world that had shaped me and by denying that and pushing it away only served me to make the same mistakes again. So in time, Lola accepted that world too, its matching pants and all.

My political career has flown since my parents got on board with the challenge of selling me as an openly homosexual candidate.

I could feel aggrieved at the way my family behaved years ago, at the restrictions that were put on my life and the cloying homophobia and classist attitude that surrounded me. I did feel aggrieved, for a time. I didn’t want their support or anything to do with them.

But as the pain faded, I realized I could use my position as a Rutherford. For my benefit. Mine and hopefully Lola’s and hopefully also to the benefit of the women of the US and maybe even the rest of the world too.

Sure I had spent my twenties already dabbling in politics, as a Rutherford, what else did I know? It was in my blood. But it took one morning waking up next to Lola and just believing. With her at my side I suddenly believed I could change the world and the ambition to make it to the very highest office began burning deep within me.

We could do it together. I knew we could.

So, I used my name and my parents’ power to get me as far as they could.

Their next challenge was how to spin Lola the stripper as my new wife. But, it is amazing what a good team can do. Lola the ‘dancer with the heart of gold’ was only a very minor scandal early in my career, we got out ahead of things and told the story on our own terms. We sold the narrative we wanted to tell the people and it is amazing how hard it then became for my opponents to pull me down.

And then you put Lola in a designer pantsuit and get her a professional blow-dry and make up and she looks the part. She gives one of her dazzling Lola smiles and wins everyone over. Lola, it turns out, wasn’t a tough sell to the people after all.

Now, nobody can barely remember anything about Lola before she was Mrs. Rutherford. Nobody remembers Lola the stripper. They might think for a second that they do, but Lola’s beauty is now so classic and her wardrobe so conservative, that even the men she has danced for, they think it must have been another Lola, that sexy creature of the night who used to take their dollars and make them feel wanted in the darkness of the club.

It turns out the US is more than ready for the power lesbians anyway if my recent progression to Vice President tells you anything.

People love Lola. That hasn’t changed. The most successful presidents in history had the strongest and most charming wives and I aim to continue that tradition.

I want to be the first female president of the United States hopefully by the time I am 50. We are long overdue a woman in the most powerful position in the world and I intend it to be me.

We had three children.

Yes! Three!

Sophia, Lily and Rose. Our beautiful girls. Lola carried and gave birth to each of them. Every day I am in awe of her for what she went through with pregnancy and birth. We chose to use Landon as the sperm donor, although we kept his identity hidden, we wanted our girls to know where they came from genetically and he was happy to always be there for them.

Every day when I look at their beautiful smiles it reminds me of everything I am fighting for. I am fighting to make our wonderful country a better place for them and every other little girl in America to grow up in. And that has to be the most valiant fight of all.

I lie in bed with Lola late in the morning, something I have never really adapted to. I spend most of the time with my eyes open, watching the light dance along the curtains. Feeling her move, and watching her body so beautiful in the morning light. Relaxed and at ease.

I slowly wrap my hands around her and pull her close, giving her a soft squeeze and I feel her shiver and kiss me back in a dreamy state of need.

I roll on top of her and rock my body against hers. Our bodies pressed together so tightly they kiss all over.

I slide my knee between her thighs to press against her clitoris, my hands moving around to her ass.

She lets out a gasp and a moan as I pull her where I want her.

My nails dig into her ass cheeks. She gasps into my mouth as she grinds on my thigh.

I kiss her and I push my tongue into her mouth and swirl it deeply. She feels so wet against my thigh.

I move her faster knowing she will be getting close. She loves having me on top of her like this.

She clings to me and kisses me, urgently.

She slides so easily now, my thigh so wet with her desire.

I reach behind her and get her favorite stainless steel anal plug. I roll us both onto our sides and I run it up her inner thigh from behind her and swirl it all around her pussy, it’s so cold as she makes it so wet. I make sure it is plenty wet from her arousal before I push it to tease her anus. She moans loudly and I smile. I enjoy giving her this, her favorite toy while she is still half asleep.

Our lust for one another has remained as strong as it was at the start. Sure with the ebbs and flows of life, desire has followed and there have been periods of time where sex hasn’t been a high priority for us. But we make sure to bring things back to where they started when the storms finally pass. These lazy mornings in bed together always do it for me. We don’t get them often as my job places huge demands on me. But, when we do, when it is just us and I know our nanny has gotten the children up and out, I feel relaxed and turned on by Lola’s beauty in the morning light again. As though the clock has turned back the years and we are back in my apartment when we barely knew each other.

Our mouths are still locked together as I tease with my fingers first and then slowly push the toy into her ass. I feel her spread for my fingers and then the toy slides in almost easily.

I can hear her moan again and she purrs as it enters her. I grip her ass again and push her back onto her back as I work her pussy against my thigh.

She wraps herself around me, Clinging to me and softly whimpering and moaning as I hold her tight and grind my thigh against her clitoris. She has such sweet purrs and deep moans. The cheeks of her ass feels so good in my hands, her pussy feels so good against my thigh, so desperate for every touch.

I don’t give her ass enough attention sometimes and it’s so delicious to feel it in my hands.

I take my mouth from hers and move my lips to take her nipple in. I draw it in and suck. I want to taste every part of her.

I know this will take her to the edge as I tease her nipple with my teeth. She clings harder to me, grinding her clitoris against any part of me that she can.

“You need to come for me, baby girl?”

“Yes,” she whimpers.

“Ok, baby. Come for me, now.”

I clamp down on her nipple and grip her ass hard as I pin her down with my body and press my hips into her.

She moans loudly as her orgasm overtakes her and I feel a sweet hot gush against the very top of my thigh. I keep my hands on her ass, kissing up her quivering body, her neck to her throat to her lips and then I hold her there against me and I can feel her pulse race against my lips. Her heart is beating so very fast, her body is trembling against mine but I just hold her tighter. She kisses my lips. Pressing so much against them, holding us locked in the tightest of embraces, our bodies are woven, intertwined, the tightest grip of lovers, wet with sweat, need, and desire for each other.

“That’s it, baby girl, I’ve got you,” I whisper as she lies against me. I don’t loosen my hold, I hold her so tight as her eyes start to close and her body relaxes in my arms.

“I’ve always got you.”

Her mouth is right against mine, kissing and breathing together, needing her air as much as she needs mine. I share it with her, and with every kiss I give her more.

Her eyes flicker open as I release my grip on her and we relax into our luxury sheets.

I know she is my forever, and I think I always knew it. Deep down inside.

I hope she knows it too.

Everything has changed for us, but at the same time, nothing has.

I smile at her and kiss her.

“I love you, Mrs. Rutherford.”

She smiles back, as dazzling as she ever was and then she nuzzles her face into my neck.

I feel a rush of love and gratitude for Lola.

My Lola.

My forever and always.