SerenityxEndymion: I am currently trying to figure out and connect it to the past for another one. lol

CassieRaven: yeah I'm trying to think of the punishments…though the image of Chibi Usa going to a 'scared straight' parental addition comes to mind. Lol

sabina21: I'm trying to figure that out if you guys want a sequel to it.

kera69love: that's a description. Lol Chibi Usa does give off that vibe though. These particular drabbles don't take much extra OOC since she's still pretty much in character as I do believe she's actually said easily 80% of it on one occasion or another in some way or another.

smoon4409: yeah she had it coming for a while.

Oreo596: she did. Lol and yeah I thought it would work better that way for them for Mamoru to say that she was even though she wasn't. can definitely change. And yup, yep and oh yeah. And yeah sometimes it takes a third party for people to see something that was right under their nose. glad you caught up.

6 reviews, nice, lets see where this one gets us, please let me know what you all think!

country club business

drabble 373

Neo King Endymion POV

This was getting to be a hot day today. The weather was beautiful, perfect for a tennis match as my wife and I were with several other dignitaries who were enjoying the sport as well. Some choose to play some choose to watch from the sidelines. My Serenity, my Usagi, loved to play when she could. She would often choose days when Naru's old tennis friend was playing so she could not only get practice in but get said friend into the spotlight to be seen by more sponsors since contracts do end and others begin.

I watched my wife play up against her and enjoyed the view I got. The short skirt reminded me a bit of her Senshi uniform, the knee-high socks reminded me of both her schoolgirl uniform and her red Senshi boots, despite the lack of red anywhere on her outfit. Her top was slightly shorter than the usually fitted tennis polo that looked amazing on her and really made her rack look more stacked than usual.

She sent me a wink that I returned as she kept on playing. She always started out rough with tennis but after the first five minutes, she was starting to really keep up with Naru's friend, who was also enjoying the back and forth play. That's when I heard a hearty laugh coming from beside me and saw the newest dignitary addition, a wannabe politician at best who from what I understood got to his position of power through his wife.

She, as I nodded at her politely before she stood closer to Usagi, waiting to see if she was going to get called in, could do better in my opinion. I've had the respective pleasure of working with her and she's nothing short of polite, graceful, well-spoken, and is a true believer in a better future. It was why my wife enjoyed working with her. The two could talk like near sisters despite the woman being old enough to be her mother.

I just held in a respective snort of derision for her husband who was snorting with his disapproval beside me. "Something troubling you?" I asked him and regretted it immediately.

"No, just getting a little tired of this tennis. It's too hot outside and even my mistress is getting a bit sweaty…not that I'm complaining."

This causes me to look from him to the only other person that I could account for what he was referring to. The 'secretary' that even his wife didn't know he was bringing along last minute. It finally clicked in my head as I refrained from telling him how disrespectful it was to have her here when his WIFE was here. It wasn't my business to point it out unless he gave me a reason to.

"I see, perhaps only having your wife here was a better option." Okay so maybe my wife is rubbing off on me lately.

He merely laughs though. "And miss out on the adventurous side of having my mistresses around whenever I want them? Good one." He actually sounded like a jovial Santa, on Prozac, excited about getting laid. That's when his words hit me.

"Mistresses? Plural?" I ask.

He nods, "I'm telling you your majesty having a few of them on the payroll is beyond worth it. You should really invest in a few yourself."

I see the expression on his face like he's honestly believing in all of what he's selling me as a 'good idea' rather than an invite to disrespect, disloyalty, heartbreak, scandal, broken homes, and it's disturbing how he's seeing it as a 'good investment'. Like the mistresses are things to be bought. I try to remain impassive despite my now wanting to investigate where HIS funding is going to now.

"Trust me, your majesty, while I'm sure her highness is not just a lovely woman to look at…" I see the look of understandable lust on his face. Years of carefully maintained rage hold me back from slamming his head into the ground. "You should take up a few yourself, having just one woman to sleep with while there's a whole field to play is a ridiculous notion."

I can't help but ask him even as I wonder if I'll regret it. "Then why are you married?"

That's when he looks to me as if annoyed by what he's about to say but has already been through the wringer for it. "'If I may, a man that's not married by a certain age point in our positions is frowned upon. If I could I'd have at least four girlfriends and none of them would care if I was with the others. Of course, they do so none know about the other, only of my wife that I'm in a 'trapped marriage' with."

I'm about to rip into him and tell him that it seems 'she's the one trapped in a dead-end marriage' when he adds on, "And don't get me wrong, your wife is lovely, but after all those kids she's gotta be really loose down there...plumbing and all. It's what I've come to realize about my wife."

I'm stunned he said something so distasteful that even as I turn to look at him and see the scrunched-up expression on his face he's so caught up in his perspective he doesn't see nor hear my guards coming up behind him.

"If it weren't for the disapproval of the rest of the court I'd have dumped her years ago, but everyone seems to really like her." He rolls his eyes at this as I cannot stand to be silent any longer and suddenly find myself unable to stop myself from pouring out the anger I feel on behalf of both women.

"You're a complete and utter ass to be speaking that way about not only my wife but your own."I round on him now, the other dignitaries that are close by listening in and begin to ignore the match going on as a new match has begun."How dare you talk down about your own wife when she's dealing with such an ass for a husband who has no issue with having multiple girlfriends and potentially catching a disease from them AND has to avoid catching it herself." Insert surprise Pikachu face as he blanches at me.

"As for your comments about my wife, she's the best thing to ever happen to me. She's an incredible mother, a hard worker and she satisfies me in ways that even your best escort couldn't process. She's my everything and if you ever comment on her 'plumbing' again I'll have you stripped of your title based on your lack of credibility alone." I could see so clearly that he wants to verbally fight back.

Yet there's no room nor a leg to stand on. Not especially as his personal lawyer steps up and urges him to leave as he's already 'put his foot in his mouth'. I make my own notion to Malachite who gently grabs him and pulls him from me.

"Talking down about your wife was a bad move as both royals enjoy working with her, but bringing the Queen into it dumb move," He tells him as he gets booted from the match and the club.

I turn around to spot my wife giving me a satisfied smile as she walks up to me. "I've been waiting for an opportunity to do that, but I wanted to make sure it was in front of the right crowd to show proof of his, what did you call it, 'lack of credibility."

I smile at her.

"He's an ass of a man."

I agree as we all head back to the club portion of the place. The guy's wife leaves off in a separate limo, presumably to her lawyers especially since he did brag about his mistresses to several witnesses there.

I can only hope that we'll be still seeing her for functions sans the greedy little vermin by her side. She did deserve better. Besides from what we could tell the 'secretary' that came along realized what was going on and left by herself. Hopefully to make better decisions and ditch the ass herself. So much drama for a hot day's worth of a tennis match. Once we arrive back at the club I sense my wife's mood shifting to that of wanting some time alone with me and I'm not one to deny her or myself those pleasures.

We manage to find the back door to the coat closet, once I pay the guy a nice summed amount for his discretion of course, and to keep other guests from trying to utilize it as well. My guess is we're not the only ones thinking of doing this and being that this is a tennis club there are no additional rooms to rent as there would be for a country club. No, this place has big private rooms for groups of guests but no individualized rooms for guests.

Besides, judging by the expression in my wife's eyes, we wouldn't make it to a room if there was one here to be had. Instead, we slip into the decently large coat room here and find a wall towards the back of it as our hands begin to explore. "That was amazing out there..." she begins as she kisses me, our clothes getting stripped off by the other as I find the skin on her neck to be very enticing.

"Yeah?" I mutter, only paying half attention as I trail kisses down her neck, enjoying the taste of her as her breasts come into view. The white tennis polo seemingly doing nothing for her when in the right lighting, or maybe that was just me.

"Are you NOT wearing a bra?" I asked teasingly as it seemed like she was poking out. It's the response she whispers in my ear that makes me go hard near instantly as I debate on how thick these walls are.

"No bra, no panties...I wanted to make getting you in more imperative so we could spend less time searching for them afterward or pulling them off." My hands immediately go up her shirt and feel her bare breasts as I pull her white polo from over her head. There are my lovelies, my fun globes that give us both pleasure. I massage them dutifully as she bites her lip in the most sinfully delightful way possible.

I reach down and feel her wetness start to come out as she reaches down to massage my length and get me even more aroused than I already was. If that was even possible. She rubs up on me with rising need as I do my best to keep my noises down to a minimum. Serenity does the same thing but sounds still escape her so I cover hers with mine to lower the chances of being heard, the coatroom isn't soundproof after all.

Finding a place against the wall that isn't covered by coats or protruding hangers proves to take a few moments before I find a section that will do. I place her up against it, bend down, and hook my arms up under her thighs before I lift her up. Her breasts jiggle from the impact as I capture one in my mouth and suckle on it. She wraps her legs around my waist in a seductive sliding motion that makes me feel both happily entrapped and more than just a king...like the husband that she knows me to be.

The one that protects our family, our friends, and our home. Cause no one else has or can come between us. She feels up my arms and enjoys the muscles she caresses under her soft touch. I see the expression in her eyes as I lift us both back up and don't give her much room or time to adjust or think. I simply push in and feel her muscles clamp down around me without any preamble or care.

She holds on as I start to pump into her, nothing too hard at first, we do want to enjoy this and it's not a straight fuck fest, or one-time fuck either, this is us taking a loving quickie for as long as we can push for it. If this were a fuck fest we wouldn't be bothering to be in a coat rack, we'd rent a room and not leave it for a few days...much like we did during the San Antonio conference when we were in America.

My lovely wife discovered she enjoyed seeing me with the cowboy look, not completely like the westerns authentic but enough backs woods with a few days beard growth on me with some sweat, dirt, and grim along with that flannel that did not last long on me afterward. I remember that very well, it was how we got pregnant with our latest child. This particular session, as I was now balls deep in her, was long overdue.

Especially since we'd just been given the go-ahead to have sex again by Mercury who knew we were waiting. Or rather, as I slammed home deeply again though making sure to keep up the slow rhythm as I enjoyed watching her face on each downward grind as I pulled her onto me with enough force to grind her clit into the root of my erection, waited the extra week for safety reasons as Serenity...my lovely Usagi wanted to be safe about it.

I personally think it's due to feeling incredibly tired from all the work she presses herself to catch up on from being out from the pregnancy the last few weeks. So I let her have the extra week and avoid letting her feel more stressed out so that when her hormones rule over her like they are right now and beg for more of my hard cock as they press her tight, glorious muscles onto me, repeatedly over and over again, I can give her what we both want and it's her complete and utter decision to make.

Besides, as I push her into the wall over and over again, punctuating over and over just how much I missed this with her she gets both more vixen-like and more sensual regarding how movements. I watch as she takes her pleasure from me. Watch as she enjoys being free with me as she's allowing herself these moments. I play with her breasts again as she flattens her back to the wall and they poke out.

I lean forward and like a hungry hound latch on to her sweet flavor. My cock is embedded in her tight heat so deeply that I nearly whimper from how incredible it is. When I shift our positions slightly and push her legs over her head and over my shoulders she lets out a deep cry and I know our time in here is shorter than before. I hustle it and begin to slam into her, the grinding at the end is only downplayed by the loving look in her eyes.

The expression of utter love and devotion to me, to us. That right there makes me want to soar up higher than anything ever. I feel her muscles beginning to clamp, her motions becoming wilder than before as she gyrates over me. I follow suit and jam into her in the same motion as she loses it over me. Before either of us know it, she cries out, clamping her hand over her own mouth as she comes all over me.

I lose it at that point. My own orgasm comes harder than expected as I slam into her several final times before giving a guttural groan and feeling myself bursting inside of her. Her own orgasm is still going on as I slow down, letting us both come down from the high together. It takes us several long moments to mentally and in all other cases adjust before I remove myself from her and we get straightened back up.

That's when she seems to remember something and blushes.

"What?" I ask her as she gives me a slight grin.

"Remember when we were given strict instructions to take 'precautions' before starting to have sex again?"

I vaguely remembered Mercury mentioning that. "Yeah, why?"

Clearly, she realized what was wrong but I was in need of more context. "At what point during all that did we use protection?" she asked.

That's when it hit me what she meant, precautions...condoms. "I don't mind if you don't," I tell her as she grins.

"Good me neither."

We walked out of the coatroom looking more sated and happy than before and who knows perhaps in another nine months will be another little one. I guess we'll find out soon enough if we're going to need to make another expansion on the children's wing.