"You guys really aren't going to the Governor's New Years Eve Party?" Zoey stood in the archway to the library in her festive silk dress. She and Jean Paul were on their way out for the evening. Her parents, on the other hand, were both seated in front of the fireplace in casual jeans and sweaters playing cribbage.

"The new Governor is a Republican," Jed reminded her. "Craig Benson's invitation was a formality."

"15-10, 15-12,15-14�It looks like I'm about to skunk you, sweet buns," Abbey gloated as she lay her cards out on the table.

"You guys are really going to just stay in and play cribbage?"

"Oh, and maybe a little rummy, scrabble, chess." Jed pointed to the pile of games.

"But, it's New Years Eve."

"Zoey, your father and I have been out to many parties on New Years Eve. This year we just want to stay in and relax. You and Jean Paul go out and have fun."

"Okay�" Zoey turned to Jean Paul. "Let's go."

"Just be careful. It's starting to snow pretty wicked out there."

"Yes, dad." Zoey sighed shaking her head. Even with a secret service driver her father still worried.

Zoey and Jean Paul were barely out the door when Jed jumped to his feet and ran to the window overlooking the driveway.

"Are they gone?" Abbey asked. She was on her feet just as quickly putting the cards and cribbage board away.

"That's the last of the tail lights." Jed turned to his wife with a big grin. "Let the party begin."

"You grab the champagne, I'll check on the kids and join you in a few minutes."

"Don't keep me waiting."

"Don't get started without me." Abbey ran her hand suggestively over her husband's rear and with a sly grin and a quick squeeze she departed from the room. Jed stood for a moment with his arms crossed and a silly grin on his face enjoying the saucy sway of his wife's hips.

****

Abbey stood just inside the door leading outside to the hot tub. She knew Jed was probably expecting her to exit wearing his favorite bikini but she intended to surprise him. She slipped the short red silk bathrobe over her naked form and opened the door to the back porch. Jed was already in the hot tub; leaning back and grinning like a fool.

"Why are you smiling at me like that?"

"No reason." He got to his feet the water sluicing down over his nude body. He was aroused, fully aroused, the water dripping from his distended penis. Abbey felt an immediate corresponding tightening between her thighs; her very feminine muscles clenching with just the thought of the pleasure that masculine piece of his anatomy would give her.

"I thought I told you not to get started without me," she pouted. "What have you been doing in there anyway?"

"Watching you perform a strip tease just inside the door." He pointed to the door she had just exited. She had left the light on in the hall and the glass side panels had indeed afforded him quite a view.

"Sneaky, Jed. Very sneaky."

"And even more tantalizing knowing that you didn't know that I was watching you."

"So now you're a bit of a peeping Tom." A slight humorous smile touched her lips.

"Call me whatever you like, sunshine of my life, but you better hurry up and get in here before this cold air shrivels me up like a deflated balloon.

"Somehow I don't think I'll have a problem blowing you up again." She slid the silk robe off her shoulders baring her body to him. The cold instantly tightened her nipples almost painfully and she quickly stepped into the steaming water pressing right up against Jed's body, her lips mere inches from his ear. "And that was definitely pun intended."

Abbey's gaze moved down her husband's body watching the water trickle down his chest over his nipples, his belly and thighs, watched it drip from the penis that stuck straight out from his body, bobbing as the cold warred with the heat of her words, and her nakedness. Her tongue began to follow the rivulets of water where they clung to his crisp chest hair; her lips closing over his nipple to suckle at the droplet that had hung there.

"Abbey�" Jed moaned, his hands clasping and unclasping.

"And the kids thought we were going to have a boring old fuddy duddy New Years�" Abbey trailed off as she sank to her knees, falling to eye level with Old Hickory. She watched the water running over Jed's swollen penis, dripping tantalizingly from its tip. Her small pink tongue darted out to lick the droplet away. Jed's breath grew ragged as Abbey continued to tease and torment him with the soft gentle strokes of her tongue running from his base to tip and pausing every so often to suck softly on the head.

"Abbey�Abbey�Baaaby�please�."He was panting with increasing need.

"What do you want, Jed?" She gazed up at him, her lips still pressing tiny kisses against his shaft. Those sweet loving little kisses were almost his undoing.

"Take me in�all the way�please�"

"Well, since you asked so nicely�"Still looking up at him for as long as she could, she took him deeply into mouth her tongue rolling along his satiny length and in that moment Jed gave control completely over to his accomplished little wife.

"Aaaaa�bbey" This time her name was released on an agonized groan of pleasure. Abbey felt Jed's fingers tangle in her hair, felt his hips thrusting himself deeper into her mouth and she tasted the salty evidence of his desire on her tongue. She felt a wave a feminine power and pleasure. She had her husband just where she wanted him.

****

"I can't believe you didn't make those agents call a plow to come in from Manchester and get us out of here." Jean Paul was grumbling as he took off his winter coat and shook the snow out of his hair.

"This is turning into a Nor'Easter Jean Paul. It wouldn't look good for the President's daughter to call a plowman away from his duty to come all the way out here to Candia to plow us out."

"Don't you have plowmen out here? Doesn't your father have someone to come out here and plow out your driveway?"

"Yes, but it's the country, it's a little slower out here and I'm not going to call Amos Blake to plow out our driveway so we can make it out to roads that haven't been plowed yet. There isn't any point. We're not going to make it to the party, Jean Paul, and sulking isn't going to help."

"Well, if we can't make it to the party why don't we have our own little party. How about we hit the hot tub?"

"Okay, let me just run up and get my suit on."

"We don't need suits." Jean Paul wiggled his eyes lasciviously.

"Yes, we do. We're in my parent's home. They'd kill me if they found me naked in the hot tub with a boy."

"All right, my little puritan. Go put your cover up on. I didn't bring a suit so I'll make do with my underwear."

Zoey nodded and turned to run up the stairs to her bedroom.

Jean Paul made his way through the kitchen, pausing to pour himself a glass of wine before continuing down the back hall to the doors that led out to the hot tub. As he opened the door he heard deep ragged masculine groans and softer, very feminine moans and whimpers. It was the sound of lovemaking, VERY HOT lovemaking.

"Mmmm�Oh yeah, Jed�Oh yeah�oh yeah�right there, baby�Oh�Oh God, right THERE!"

It was the President and the First Lady. Jean Pauls eyes damn near bugged out of his head as he peered over at the hot tub where the First Lady was sitting on her husband's lap riding him, the President's face buried in her naked breasts as he thrust up into her, his harsher groans muffled against her voluptuous chest.

"What are you waiting for?" Zoey asked as she came around the corner.

"The hot tub is a bit occupied at the moment."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that your parents are fucking in the hot tub right now."

"What?" Zoey's eyes widened with shock and without thought to what she was doing she peered around Jean Paul's shoulder and caught her parents in the middle of an intensely sexual act. She immediately jerked back with horror.

"Oh my GOD!" She gasped, her hand flying to cover her mouth.

Jean Paul ignored Zoey's reaction; his eyes still riveted to the couple in the hot tub. He was enjoying Abbey Bartlet's uninhibited performance.

"Stop watching them!" Zoey hissed. "That's just�it's just SICK! You don't watch your PARENTS have sex!"

"They aren't MY parents, ma petite." Jean Paul was amused by Zoey's prudish reaction as she dragged him back down the hall away from the moans and groans and pleas of her parents.

"I've watched your parents this past week. You can't tell me that you've never caught them fucking before?"

"No, we've caught them before, but I've never stood around watching them go at it. They're my PARENTS."

"Who obviously still have a VERY active sex life if your little brother and sister, and that little display in the hot tub are any indication.

"Can we NOT keep talking about my parents�you know�"

"Fucking each other's brains out?" He gave her that jaded little grin that grated so badly on her nerves.

"STOP using that word!"

"Okay, okay, ma petite. Don't get so upset. It's just, your parents are not what I expected and neither is your family."

"What didn't you expect?" Zoey got defensive. She didn't like the idea of anyone bad mouthing her family.

"I guess most of all I didn't expect this lack of formality. I didn't expect your mother to cook or your father to change diapers. I didn't expect your mother to sing and your father to make bottles. I didn't expect your parents to put the little ones to bed or get up with them in the middle of the night or eat breakfast with them. I didn't expect them to have snowball fights and roll around making out in the snow and I sure as hell didn't expect to come home and find them fu�screwing in the hot tub."

"That word isn't much better." Zoey rolled her eyes.

"Too earthy for you?"

"If we have to talk about it could we just refer to it as lovemaking, please."

A few minutes later their conversation halted as they heard Jed and Abbey talking and laughing softly, intimately, as they came down the hall. They stepped into the kitchen barefooted and wearing nothing but towels then stopped abruptly with surprise when they saw Zoey and Jean Paul seated at the kitchen table.

"What are you two doing back!" Abbey gasped. She pulled her towel more tightly over her breasts. Jean Paul saw an attractive blush spread across the First Lady's cheeks and knew she was wondering just what they had seen and heard and he couldn't help but notice the little red love marks that graced the top swell of her breast. The President was a hungry passionate man for his wife.

"The roads are impassable," Zoey told them. "The service felt it was too dangerous to go out before the plows have passed.

"When did you get back?" Jed asked, not nearly as worried about his towel as Abbey was.

"Just now�"

"About 20 minutes ago." Jean Paul's timing contradicted Zoey's and Zoey flashed him an irritated glare.

"So what is it, 20 minutes or just now?" Jed's eyes narrowed.

"I don't know, Dad. Just a little while. We thought we'd make a snack since we couldn't get to the party."

Jed noticed that Zoey's eyes would not meet his. That was an Ellie act, not a Zoey. She was embarrassed. She'd either seen them or heard them making love.

"Well, your mother and I are going upstairs to dress." He placed his arm around Abbey's waist.

"Mind if we use the hot tub now?" Jean Paul gave him a sly knowing grin.

Jed's face tightened at the reference. The little punk was definitely letting them know they had been caught. "The hot tub is CLOSED for the night."

Abbey was still blushing furiously as her mind went over all that she and Jed had done and said in that hot tub, all that her daughter and her boyfriend might have seen and heard.

"Abbey? You haven't said two words." Jed opened the door to their bedroom and ushered her inside.

"I'm in a bit of shock here. They SAW us."

"You think?"

"Don't be funny. You know how I hate it when the kids catch us."

"Yes, but you've done a good job over the years explaining that sex is a part of life and they have a very comfortable relationship with that. If we haven't traumatized Zoey by now I doubt that seeing us tonight in the hot tub is going to send her over the edge."

"So, you like the easy relationship I've taught our daughter's to have with their sexuality, do you?"

"When it comes to YOU, well, US, yes. When it comes to them, NO WAY, baby."

"So it's a bit of a, do as I say not as I do." Abbey dropped her towel and began to slip into a pair of lavender bikini panties.

"Absolutely. And before you start, I have no problem at all being called a hypocrite."

"Well, it's not like it's the first time." She slid a large faded Notre Dame T-shirt over her head and was reaching into her drawer for a pair of flannel pajama pants when she felt Jed's arms surround her from behind cupping over her breasts and giving a gentle squeeze.

"What's this all about?" She asked, swallowing tightly as she felt his thumbs stroking her nipples to attention.

"I think I feel a bit of hypocrisy coming on."

"Just do me a favor." She leaned back against him, her teeth biting into her lower lip as he continued to knead her breasts.

"Anything," he whispered into her ear his teeth closing over her earlobe.

"Make sure the door is locked. I don't want the little ones climbing out of their cribs and walking in on us if they wake up."

"I'll lock it, but it's inevitable, sweet knees. At some point, being the way that we are, they're going to catch us."

"Well, we don't have to make it easy for them, do we?"

"Absolutely not, babe." Jed chuckled as he locked the door. "Absolutely not."

TBC...