An uncomfortable request

After I was done toweling myself off, I walked nude back into the bedroom. Ben didn't even look at me as he adjusted his tie. I opened my dresser drawer and picked out a sports bra and pair of yoga pants for my morning workout. As I wiggled and slid the tight clothing over my voluptuous form, Ben finally turned around and smiled. "Hell, you go out and campaign in that outfit, and I could be President!" he said. I blushed a bit.

I remembered a conversation we'd had a couple of years ago about the senator from Idaho's wife, Janine, who slept with nearly half of the energy committee to get a her husband's bill approved. "You cant be serious." I said as he put on his jacket. For a moment, he paused. "Are you?" He shrugged.

"Now that I mention it, yeah. I mean look at what's happening right now. Hell, even the president flaunts his wife and daughter. People love it. They think "you know, this guy's got his shit together. Just look at his hot-ass wife. They walk around in tight clothes, show off their legs, their tits..." he said as I stood there stunned by what he was suggesting. Ben had always respected my Christian faith and modesty, at least in public. "If Joe Sixpack sees you and convinces some of his friends to go to a rally to get a look at you in a nice little skirt, or the minority whip agrees to come to a meeting so he can get some eye candy, what's the harm there?"

It was then I heard the anger and desperation in his voice. Ben had always been a dreamer; never questioning that what he was doing was for the greater good. He'd sacrificed so much to be the kind of man that truly fought for the little guy, the poor, the sick, and the disenfranchized. His once dark brown hair had more and more gray in it each week, and now his health was suffering from the stress. I know his family has a history of heart conditions, and for the first time I started to worry that the stress of the reelection might literally kill him. As a dutiful wife, I vowed to do whatever it took to help him. If my modesty was to be forfeit, so be it. The Lord would surely understand that what I do is for my husband, and through him for our country and to his greater glory.

"Alright, Ben." I said quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed. He nodded, his shoulders relaxing.

"Great. Grab the card and get some new outfits. Get a massage or treat yourself to something as well. You deserve it. I know I've been a bad husband lately, but I swear it'll get better once this campaign is over." he said, before adding "...I'll be in the study. I've got some conference calls to make."

I took a deep breath, and sighed. I had a full day ahead of me.