Jackie Kennedy Nude Novels & Stories

If word got out that I was cheating on Kyler it would create unnecessary drama. "What are you talking about? who did I call sexy? Just send me the picture make sure no one sees it and make sure the media does not get wind of it. I hope I can trust you." I tell her "Of course, president this will be handled immediately" she says "Thanks, if that's all I'll hang up" I thank her. "Yes, that's all" she says softly. And I hung up. A few minutes later I get the picture I cannot help but laugh they are laying in the sand on the beach front, Kennedy is on top of Nikita. So, this is why he begged to be her Bodyguard for free I showed Kyler and he just smiles.

"Move." Meanwhile back at the Miles estate, Kennedy sat inside his study. The room was unusually quiet. A photograph of Shannon rested in his hands. It was one of the pictures his men had secretly taken the day they followed Sean home. She'd been smiling looking toward Sean, completely unaware someone had captured that moment forever. Kennedy traced the edge of the photograph with his thumb. A faint smile crossed his face, "My daughter..." The words barely left his lips when... Bang! A deafening gunshot echoed somewhere outside.

Her tone wavered. "But just now, I got this email." She paused as I played the footage. “Sir, I think Miss Jackie was kidnapped. A masked woman, she drugged her and dragged her out of the bathroom." My jaw tightened as I watched the grainy footage, Jackie slumping to the ground, helpless, then being dragged away like she weighed nothing. "Where’s the rest of the footage?" I snapped once the clip cut off abruptly. “This… this is all I received. I don’t …"

“Really? Those 30+ messages on my phone says otherwise. And for a weirdo, you seem quite eager to send me nudes. Does that make you, I dunno, desperate?” Everyone in the room gasped, including her and me. “Damn!” I couldn’t help my snicker. She couldn’t even recover from her shock to lay a fast one on me. For the rest of the class, she was mute as mute could be. There was no recovering from that. “Are you serious about the nudes?” I whispered close to Jack’s ear, scaring the crap out of him. “Trust me, I am.” “Well, where are they?” I asked eagerly, not sure what I would do with them if I saw them or got them.

For two years, I hadn't just been his wife, I had been his secretary, personal assistant, cook, cleaner, unpaid employee and somehow, I had mistaken all of that for love. One notification came from social media. Without thinking, I opened it. My stomach tightened immediately. Kennedy had uploaded a new post less than thirty minutes earlier. He stood beside Brenda on what looked like a private beach, both of them smiling brightly beneath the morning sun. Brenda wore a flowing white dress that accentuated the gentle curve of her growing stomach while Kennedy stood behind her with one arm wrapped possessively around her waist. They looked...Happy. The caption beneath the picture read: Some jour

If someone asked for a narration of my nightmares, I would only be able to give a half-baked narration. I got to the battlefield. Jacqueline was already sweating despite the fact that it was still morning. It seemed her screams were what woke me up from sleep. Her training attire was very beautiful. A skimpy brown shirt that didn't reach her navel. Then she wore what seemed like an underwear that lapped around her buttocks and didn't go further than that. "Sexy" was the word to describe her appearance. With the bracelets she wore on her arms and that fiery determination on her face, she posed for the figure of a sexy warrior.

I walked to my room and plopped down on my bed, waiting for Keyla to finish. Of course, I saw the pictures. Kennedy's body is insane. Probably most of it was done with surgery. Big boobs, big ass, slim waist. She probably used Kim K’s surgent. Those plump lips and small nose. The only thing natural about her are her eyes, which I must admit were kind of beautiful. Bright blue eyes that stared right at the lens.

She wants to be addressed as a 'her'. Jackie is wearing a nude knitted baggy sweater and white jeans. She doesn't wear feminine clothes saying that it's not her style. Her fashion is more like the famous Korean style that's on-trend in our country nowadays. When it comes to her behavior she's more like a full-grown woman than other women. She's also a very organized and well-planned person. That's what we admire about her.

It was just too good… so f'ucking good Friday night was as good a time as any for the Jackson's to initiate their plan. Elaine took the kids to their grandmother’s house for the weekend and was back home before Vivian showed up at seven. When Vivian knocked at the door she was surprised when Kennedy answered the door wearing only a pair of white cotton joggers that tied at the waist with a drawstring. Elaine called it the women's Magnet, and she seemed to be right because Vivian's eyes went straight to Kennedy's crotch and stayed glued there for long minutes.

was his only response. Jack was clearly a breast man, as Jenny lowered her breasts to his eager mouth once again. Looking over, I saw that Marisa was as naked as Jack, as in totally. Marisa was an avid fan of tanning beds, and she must have worn the same bikini every time. The bright white skin exposed only for our view, contrasted so erotically with her otherwise deep dark tan. Small triangles which covered two-thirds of her breasts, and a narrow V from high on her hips, across her tiny patch of unshaven hair, were all that shown white. I lost my breath at her beauty. She moved over to the other side of Jack's head, and placed her rack right up against Jenny's. She pressed her rock hard nip