Benefits package

Paul walked in carrying a stack of papers and an angry, frustrated look. He was a well-built guy with a short beard and slicked back hair. Ben met him around the same time I began to work on his campaign, and brought him on the team. Paul wasn't a "true believer" like Ben, but his mind could comprehend and correlate vast amounts of raw data and forge it into a winning strategy. "Hey, Paul. Ben said you were a little overwhelmed." I said, smiling at him. His brow furrowed, never having seen me dressed quite like this before, and certainly never without Ben nearby.

"Well, yeah. That's what happens when the entire country suddenly goes insane, and none of my polling data means a Goddamned thing." he said tersely. He took a breath, calming himself down. "Sorry, its just been a really bad day. We don't have much time to crack just how to get him re-elected; and if doesn't relax I'm out of here. We both know that I've got a dozen panicked senators that are begging me to come to their team."

I hadn't realized it was this bad. I needed to steer this conversation to better areas if I was going to make it headway. "Well, I may not have your mind for numbers, but I know what to look for. Let me take some tension off of you. I'll start with the blind polls for...say...working class African Americans?" I saw his shoulders relax a little. He nodded, and tossed a a thick envelope onto my desk. After all the hacking in the last election, the campaign was doing things old school. They didn't want to risk any more leaks, and that meant no e-mailing. It was a hassle, but one they felt they needed to make.

I sat down and started to open the folder, inwardly relieved that it seemed like all he needed was a helping hand, and I wouldn't have to do anything ungodly. "Hey," he said, drawing my attention. I looked up at him and saw a slight smile on his face. "Thanks. Seriously. I really need a new face to look at. You are looking... lovely, by the way." he said, sitting a mug down at the far end of the desk. I blushed a bit.

"Thanks! It was Ben's idea, really. Said if he has a prettier wife than the other guy, it might help to show her off a bit." Paul chuckled.

"Oh, I don't think you have to worry about that." he said, suddenly seeming to realize that the conversation was getting a little awkward, or at least it should be. I unconsciously ran my hand down the neckline of my dress and gave my left breast a slight adjustment by tugging on the top, and then pushed my hair back over my ear. "Um, yeah. Lets get to work." he said, turning away and opening a folder. I wheeled the chair up to the desk, thanking our Lord that he was showing mercy on his faithful child.

I opened the first folder, and got to work. "Hmm. 18-25 year old African American males favor Democrats (no surprise there), strong male candidates with...with voluptuous white wives, ideally with red or blonde hair." I read. A dark thought crept into my mind. Ben was always talking about getting the youth minority vote during his first election, shortly before we started dating. He even convinced me to get a few tattoos, saying it would help him relate to the youth vote better if he could say I had some ink. "That's silly," I said to myself, thumbing through the charts, graphs, and figures.

It was almost 6PM when my phone rang. I saw it was Ben, and answered. He told me that he'd be late for dinner, and that Paul really appreciated the help. He chuckled at that, and said "Good. I've got a carrier bringing over another phonebook-sized stack of data for him to go over. I gotta go, hon." he said.

"Bye." I said, worried about what Paul's reaction would be. 20 minutes later, Dana brought the package up, and tossed it with a thud onto his desk. He just looked at it, and started rubbing his head. I couldn't help but sympathize with him.

"That's it. I'm done." he said. My eyes went wide. I had to think of something, and fast.

"You need to relax. You're stressed, I'm stressed, and Ben is definitely stressed. You need to release some tension. I know I do." I said, rubbing my own shoulder, which also had the effect of pushing my breasts together. He sighed.

"Yeah, you're right. Here, let me help." he said, walking up behind me. I felt his strong, big hands on my shoulders as he started to massage me. It wasn't the first time he'd done it. We'd worked long hours together for years. It was the first time I'd worn a dress this low cut, and he was getting a great view down my top. "Still, I can't take this much longer. There is literally no benefit to staying on this failing campaign."

I leaned back, which caused his hands to slip forward slightly onto my bare skin. I saw now that God's plan for me led down a less wholesome path. "You know, I once read an article that said playing with a woman's breasts is a great stress reliever, something to do with early motherhood influence on the child. I play with mine all the time, especially since Ben doesn't anymore. Go ahead, try it out." I said, letting my legs hinge open.

He froze in place momentarily. I can only imagine the thoughts going through his powerful mind. He almost certainly put everything together: my new clothes, slightly flirty attitude, marital problems, and Ben's use of me as a political tool; and decided he might as well benefit from it. He wasted no time, and grabbed my breasts, squeezing them together before plunging them into my top.

"Mmmm..." I said. "That's relieving my stress, anyway. How about you Paul?" I asked as he kneeded and squeezed my tender breasts, closing his fingers so my nipples were between them and rubbing them together.

"I don't know about stress relief but I gotta say this is the first time I've not thought about work in months!" he replied. I let him play with them as I relaxed, closing my eyes. He suddenly withdrew his hands just as Dana walked in, dropping off another stack of paper. "Um, thanks!" he said. Dana looked at him quizzically, and then went back to her desk out front.

I turned to him, fingers running up and down his trousers from along the button line. "Here, I know a surefire thing that relieves stress for men."

I pulled my top down, exposing the lacy bra underneath. He stood there as I unbuttoned his pants and yanked them down with his boxers, exposing his hard, smooth cock. I took it in my hand, did a quick visual inspection (better safe than sorry!) and started to rub the head on my face, the soft skin on my cheek and lips cool to the touch on his pulsing member. I opened my mouth and extended my tongue, licking as I pumped it.

"Holy fucking shit!" he said, looking down at me.

"Please mind your language." I said, engulfing his cockhead suddenly. He stared down at me, his boss's wife and longtime coworker as I started bobbing and sucking and licking his manhood while my hand worked its length.

When he started to breathe heavy, I pulled my mouth off with a popping sound. "Have a seat, Paul. Let me show you the benefits of staying on the campaign." I said, pushing the blue dress down to expose my lacy lingerie I'd picked up earlier. If Dana came back in now, there'd be no hiding...