No one other than longtime household staff knows the White House and its secrets quite as well as Jackie. But despite her vast knowledge, there is also a great deal she does not want to know.

Foremost on that list are the names of the women her husband is sleeping with. And they are many. There is Judith Campbell, the mistress who serves as Kennedy"s clandestine connection to Chicago Mafia kingpin Sam Giancana-and who complains that JFK is less tender as a lover since becoming president. And twenty-seven-year-old divorcee Helen Chavchavadze, whom JFK has been seeing since before the inauguration. There are the girls brought in by Dave Powers. The president"s mistresses even include some of Jackie"s friends and personal staff. Jackie makes it a habit to leave for the couple"s Glen Ora estate in Virginia most Thursdays for a weekend of horseback riding. She does not return until Monday. The president has full run of the White House while she is away. So the list of his consorts grows by the day.

Jackie Kennedy is not stupid. She has known about JFK"s affairs since he was in the Senate. Her feelings are deeply hurt, but she sets the president"s indiscretions aside for the sake of appearances, for the prestige of being First Lady, and most of all because she loves her husband-and believes that he loves her.

The First Lady has a fascination with the European aristocracy and knows that it is common, perhaps even natural, for powerful men in Europe to have affairs. Her beloved father, John "Black Jack" Bouvier, strayed often. And her father-in-law, Joseph Kennedy, is notorious for his dalliances. The First Lady has no reason to believe that the president of the United States, the most powerful man in the world, will be any different. Besides, it"s a family tradition. "All Kennedy men are like that," she once commented to Joan, the wife of JFK"s youngest brother, Teddy. "You can"t let it get to you. You can"t take it personally."

Once, while pa.s.sing through Evelyn Lincoln"s office with a French reporter, Jackie spied Lincoln"s a.s.sistant, Priscilla Wear, sitting to one side of the small room. Switching from English to French, Jackie informed the reporter that "this is the girl who supposedly is sleeping with my husband."

However, despite outward acceptance, deep inside Jackie takes it very personally. From time to time, her friends notice the quiet sadness about her marriage. Even the Secret Service agents, who genuinely like and respect her, can see that the First Lady is suffering.

Even in the midst of her pain, however, the First Lady is practical. She makes a point to keep Kenny O"Donnell aware of the precise time she plans to leave for and return from any trip outside the White House, just to make sure she doesn"t stumble upon the president in flagrante delicto with a consort.

The First Lady has thought of taking a lover. She often dines alone with Secretary of Defense Robert McNamara. They flirt with each other and read poetry together. And when Jackie is in New York she visits the apartment of Adlai Stevenson, America"s amba.s.sador to the United Nations. They always kiss when they say h.e.l.lo and enjoy trips to the ballet and opera together.

She is intrigued by these men and knows that there are rumors she has had a fling with actor William Holden, but it is her husband whose love she craves. Until recently their lovemaking was hardly spectacular. There was little attempt at foreplay-indeed, for all his s.e.xual adventures, the president made love to Jackie as if it were a duty. She often wondered why he felt the need to sleep with other women and began to question whether she was the problem. Despite the adoration of millions of men around the world, there had to be some reason that her own husband seemed oblivious to her s.e.xual charms.

Then, in the spring of 1961, when Jackie twisted her ankle playing touch football at Hickory Hill, Bobby"s Virginia home, Bobby asked his neighbor, Dr. Frank Finnerty, to treat the injury. Finnerty was a thirty-seven-year-old cardiologist who taught medicine at Georgetown University. He was also extremely handsome and likeable. Jackie found him to be a good listener. A week later, her ankle healed, she asked Finnerty if she could call him from time to time, just to talk. A surprised Finnerty was more than happy to agree.

s.e.x was definitely on Jackie"s mind when she made the proposition, but not s.e.x with Dr. Finnerty. Over the course of several conversations, she told Finnerty the names of the women her husband was involved with and admitted how bad JFK"s affairs made her feel about herself. The Kennedy marriage was designed, in Jackie"s words, as "a relationship between a man and a woman where a man would be the leader and a woman be his wife and look up to him as a man." That construct extended to the bedroom, where his pleasure was paramount. She wondered why the president made love so quickly, without any concern for her pleasure. It was all about him, and she felt left out. "He just goes too fast and falls asleep," she complained.

Dr. Finnerty came up with a solution. He scripted a discussion that Jackie might have with the president, suggesting ways that their lovemaking might be more mutual. Finnerty coached her to speak matter-of-factly and use precise descriptions of what she wanted and of how she might also be able to enhance the president"s enjoyment.

Thus fortified, Jackie nervously broached the subject to JFK over dinner one night. As the president listened in amazement, his usually shy and s.e.xually inhibited wife told him precisely what she wanted from him in bed. Jackie lied when he asked how she had suddenly become so knowledgeable, claiming that she had gotten the answers from a priest, a gynecologist, and several very descriptive books.

The president was impressed. He "never thought she would go to that much trouble to enjoy s.e.x," Finnerty would later recall.

Jackie reported back to the doctor that the s.e.x with JFK had improved, and whatever anxieties she had had about her own performance were gone for good.

Not that the president has stopped sleeping around. But at least Jackie now knows that he is getting satisfaction in the marital bed.

"Thank you, Mr. President," concludes reporter Charles Collingwood. "And thank you, Mrs. Kennedy, for showing us this wonderful house in which you live, and all of the wonderful things you"re bringing to it."

John Kennedy has joined his wife on camera for the last few minutes of the broadcast special, explaining the importance of Jackie"s ongoing efforts and what the White House means as a symbol of America. The First Lady says nothing as she smiles warmly and gazes into the camera. Jackie looks utterly unflappable as the special comes to an end, not a hair out of place, the strands of pearls around her neck perfectly aligned.

But looks are deceiving. The White House tour was actually recorded a month ago, and the hour-long broadcast took seven hours to film. A nervous Jackie chain-smoked her L&Ms whenever the cameras weren"t rolling and wound down afterward by combing out her bouffant so that her hair hung straight down.

She also downed one very large scotch.

Jackie"s White House tour is one of the most watched shows in the history of television. In fact, it earns the First Lady a special Emmy Award. America is now completely smitten. Jacqueline Kennedy is a superstar.

Meanwhile, the White House restoration continues. Far down on the list of items to be addressed are those gray Oval Office curtains, which will not be replaced until late in November 1963.

MARCH 24, 1962.

PALM SPRINGS, CALIFORNIA.

7:00 P.M.

John F. Kennedy is tired but alert. He is in the resort city of Palm Springs, standing on the patio of the Spanish-style home of show business legend Bing Crosby. But Crosby is not present this evening, having turned his comfortable house over to JFK and his entourage for the weekend. Kennedy watches as the party unfolds around the crowded pool on this warm spring evening. Sounds of laughter and splashing fill the night air. Beyond the pool, the president sees boulder-strewn mountains rising above the one-acre property, forming a stunning desert backdrop.

Yesterday, Kennedy gave a rousing speech to eighty-five thousand people at the University of California, Berkeley. He spoke of democracy and freedom, key themes throughout the cold war. He then flew south on Air Force One to Vandenberg Air Force Base, where he watched his first-ever missile launch. The slim white Atlas rocket blasted off without incident, proving that the United States was catching up in the s.p.a.ce race, which was going strong, with the Soviet Union having just this week reached an agreement to share outer s.p.a.ce research with America"s cold war adversaries.

Palm Springs, and Crosby"s secluded home, is the perfect weekend hideaway after the hectic West Coast trip. There was a brief bit of official business earlier in the day, when the president met with Dwight Eisenhower to discuss foreign policy. But now JFK can finally unwind with a cigar and a daiquiri or two.

But the president is not completely relaxed. He knows he has offended good friend and longtime supporter Frank Sinatra by canceling his plans to spend the weekend at Sinatra"s house and staying at the home of Crosby, a Republican, of all things-but the president will deal with that symbolism later. Tonight he just wants to have fun.

A lot of fun.

It"s Sat.u.r.day, which normally means that Jackie and the children are spending the weekend at the Glen Ora estate. But the First Lady, as the whole world knows from the many media accounts, is halfway around the globe on an official visit to India and Pakistan. The success of her television special confirmed what her husband has known for years: Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy is John Fitzgerald Kennedy"s number one political a.s.set. He"s already making plans to leverage her popularity for his 1964 reelection campaign.

And while the president would be a fool to damage their marriage (and his career) by a brazen act of public infidelity, there are moments when this normally pragmatic man is helplessly self-destructive.

Such as now.

Among the guests at Bing Crosby"s estate is the most glamorous and perhaps the most troubled woman in Hollywood. JFK has cultivated a relationship with her for almost two years and is quite certain that tonight Marilyn Monroe is finally his for the taking.

The president of the United States takes another pull on his cigar and steps into the bedroom. His wife is eight thousand miles away. He can do anything he wants tonight. Anything. And there"s absolutely no chance his wife will walk in on him.

"My wife had her first and last ride on an elephant!" JFK spontaneously informed the packed stadium at the University of California the day before. The crowd roared and laughed in approval.

That"s how JFK talks to America about his Jackie: as if they"re eavesdropping on a private conversation. People crave even the smallest intimate nugget of information about their marriage. The president"s keen political instincts tell him, though he never admits it aloud, that the Kennedys aren"t just the most glamorous couple in America-they"re the most glamorous couple in the entire world. The cool heat of their relationship is an inspiration to lovers everywhere.

And it"s true: the Kennedys do love each other. JFK is a doting father and husband who cherishes his family. He lets Caroline and John play in the Oval Office as he works, and the presidential bathtub is often filled with floating rubber ducks and pink pigs, because he knows they amuse baby John. He spends a few minutes in Jackie"s bedroom each morning before walking down to the office and likes it when his wife does the same for him each afternoon-waking him up from his nap, the two of them catching up on the news of the day as he gets dressed.

The president"s only complaint about his wife is that Jackie has a profound indifference to fiscal discipline. She spends more money on clothes than the U.S.government pays him to be president. (JFK"s net worth is more than $10 million. He dedicates his $100,000 presidential salary to charities such as the Boy Scouts and the United Negro College Fund.)

Yet there is an enormous contradiction in the Kennedys" otherwise charmed marriage. The president"s voracious s.e.xual appet.i.te is the elephant that the president rides around on each and every day while pretending that it doesn"t exist.

There"s no way the First Lady can keep up. She"s raising a family, restoring the White House, and juggling a busy social calendar. Jackie would have to be superhuman to meet the president"s physical needs. Plus, he wouldn"t be satisfied with just one woman. The sheer volume of call girls, socialites, starlets, and stewardesses escorted into the White House whenever Jackie and the kids are away is beyond the realm of most men"s moral or physical capacities. It"s gotten to the point where the Secret Service no longer even checks the names and nationalities of all the women Dave Powers procures for the president.

More than one federal agent believes the situation is dangerous. The number of women who have access to the president is, of course, a security breach that could bring down the presidency, whether through blackmail or even, say, covert a.s.sa.s.sination via hypodermic injection. It is a topic of discussion among the Secret Service. But its job is to protect the president, not lecture him. The agents turn a blind eye to his behavior, and some even provide cover for him. Being a member of the White House detail means being married to the job, and the fifty to eighty hours of overtime every month can increase a Secret Service agent"s paycheck by more than $1,000 a year. An agent would be a fool to give that up for the sake of a morality lesson.

The White House press corps also looks the other way. The president"s private life is none of their business, or that of the public"s. White House reporters know that the president cherishes loyalty and will cut them off from full access if he doesn"t get it. Not a word about suspected infidelities is printed or broadcast. In fact, the Washington bureau chief for Newsweek, Ben Bradlee, a very close friend of the president"s, will forever claim to know nothing about JFK"s philandering.

Meanwhile, the president is having s.e.x with Bradlee"s sister-in-law.

Sometimes the objects of Kennedy"s flirtations actually work in the White House, as in the case of Jackie"s secretary, Pamela Turnure, and Evelyn Lincoln"s a.s.sistant, Priscilla Wear. This makes the president"s courting easier from a logistical and security standpoint, but brings about its own unique dangers.

For instance, the president is quite fond of the occasional afternoon swim with the two twentysomething secretaries Priscilla Wear and Jill Cowen-nicknamed Fiddle and Faddle by the Secret Service. A Secret Service agent is always positioned outside the door to make sure no one enters.