A new wardrobe

I spent the day shopping while Ben was at his conferences. It was embarrassing to try on dresses that were far, far tighter and which showed up far more of my ample bosom than I was used to. Similarly, thinking about how alluring the bras, panties, and hose I was trying on struck me as sinful. I bought lingerie, stockings, tight tops, thongs, and miniskirts for the first time, which was bad enough.

Going to the adult bookstore, however, was by far the most uncomfortable. I was overwhelmed by the amount of outfits, boots, and accessories that I saw. I picked out a fishnet outfit I wasn't entirely sure how to get into, some long leather boots, and lingerie that left little to the imagination. The man behind the counter, thankfully, was too distracted to really pay attention to me. He rang me up and went back to watching a petite woman in a small, dark room sucking a man's penis through a hole in the wall on a television. I didn't immediately realize that it wasn't a movie, but a security camera.

As I was driving back to the house, my phone rang. I hit the Bluetooth button. "Hello?" I said, pulling onto the highway.

"Hey, it's me. Can you drop by the office around 2? I've got a ton of demographic data that needs to be looked over, and Paul is being a fucking baby about it. He is threatening to quit the campaign." Ben said. That would not be good for us. Paul Kramer was the strategic mastermind behind Ben's successful election. He understood demographics, voting trends, and public opinion better than anybody. I'd worked with him many times, and realized how troubling this was.

"Oh, gosh! Why is he thinking of quitting? Did he get a better offer?" I asked, pushing the pedal a little faster so I could get home and change.

"He says I'm getting to hard to work with. Says I'm asking too much of him. Fucking pussy." he said. I really wish Ben wouldn't swear so much. Still, I could see why Paul was frustrated with Ben. I took a deep breath, and sighed.

"Let me talk to him. I think I might be able to convince him to stay." I said, sinful thoughts entering my mind. Paul had never made any overtures towards me, but he was a handsome, unmarried man. I looked at the bags of clothes I'd picked up, my heart fluttering over what I was thinking.

"That'd be great, hon, but he's pretty pissed. I'll be in meetings most of the day, so if I don't see you I'll be back in time for dinner." he said.

"Alright. I'll see you soon. Love you." I said. He disconnected. My mind was racing as I pulled into the driveway. Most of the clothes I'd bought could go in the closet, but the racier stuff would have to be hidden. I stripped off my casual clothing and picked out some lacy black lingerie, black stockings, and a tight blue dress. As I slid the lacy thong panties up my smooth legs, I said a short prayer, asking God for forgiveness and understanding.

I pulled into the campaign headquarters at 1:45, noting only a handful of vehicles were in the lot. When I walked in, Dana, the receptionist, looked at me with a shocked expression. She had never seen me in tight clothes and high heels. I waved at her as I walked to the elevator. On the ride up, I checked my makeup, and mentally reminded myself to stay calm, and do my duty as a wife.

Paul's office door was open, but he wasn't in. I slowly walked over to his desk and leaned against it. I wanted him to see exactly what he would be getting if he decided to stay.