The saying that "Politics Makes Strange Bedfellows" was proven true in spades in a real life situation. The basic facts are a matter of public record and many of the details (the rest are my embellishments) were told to me by one of the two main "characters." In the following almost entirely true story the names, state, and political office have been changed, and I the story is as if related by the main male character. The ages are as of the time the activities related actually took place, several years ago.
My name is Kevin Smith, forty years old, married to my wife Margaret (also forty) for eighteen years. The first eight years of our marriage were great; sex five times a week, many erotic trips together, etc. Then Margaret got into politics. Over the last two years especially it had become clear that me, and sex, were way behind politics in her list of priorities. I had become one horny dude, and my eye had started to wander, especially after she announced as the Democratic candidate for lieutenant governor of Virginia.
Her opponent, the Republican candidate, was Brian Jones, about forty five years old. We lived in Arlington, he lived one suburb over in Alexandria. Brian and my wife had a very contentious relationship – both are very ambitious, intense, and truly believe in the basic principles of their parties. I, on the other hand, am only mildly interested in politics, and though I would never tell my wife I am actually an Independent.
Although the election was still a good seven months away the League of Women Voters scheduled a "meet the candidates night" – not a real debate but public remarks by the candidates for governor and lieutenant governor, and then a "mixer" afterwards where everyone could mingle. Of course I was expected to attend and did so. Fortunately, none of the spouses were introduced, and I could blend into the crowd.
At the mixer part of the evening, while my wife was working the crowd, I saw a woman eyeing me on more than one occasion. While I didn't want to have an affair until after the election was over, so as not to potentially embarrass my wife, I was on the lookout for potential "candidates" for the future so I sized her up. She was a big boned woman – and I don't use that as a euphemism for "fat" because she definitely was not fat, just big – I'd say about 5 feet 10 inches tall, 150 lbs., probably a year or two older than I was. She had a nice face, though too much makeup. She also had enormous tits and a truly, truly spectacular ass, big and round. In both tit and ass size and shape she was very different from my small-chested, flat-assed wife. While I had always liked big tits and big round asses I overlooked those "deficiencies" when I fell in love with my wife.
I went up to the "big" woman and introduced myself as Kevin, just Kevin. She introduced herself as Carol, just Carol. We started talking, making eye contact except when our eyes strayed to various body parts. I was as pleasant, charming, and gentlemanly as I could be to her, and we talked and laughed for a good hour, before the mixer started to break up; clearly we had some chemistry. When we both realized that the event was winding down, we mutually said we needed to say goodbye. I said "you know I don't even know your last name. I'm Kevin Smith."
She got a quizzical look on her face and said "I'm Carol Jones."
"Is your husband Brian, the person running against my wife Margaret for lieutenant governor?" I queried.
She laughed, and said "I guess so," resulting in me laughing even harder.
I don't know what came over me, but as we were laughing I said "Well I don't know about Brian's politics but at least he had the good judgment to marry a charming woman with an A+ ass."
Oh Shit! Immediately after I said that I couldn't believe that I had. Carol's jaw dropped, and she turned red. I could feel that I was getting flushed too and was sure that my jaw had also dropped. I stammered out an apology, something like "Oh geez, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean any insult. Sometimes the filter between my brain and mouth doesn't work right."
Carol smiled at that and said "Does that mean you really do think I have an A+ ass?"
Not knowing what else to say I said "Actually, yes, but it was inappropriate for me to say it."
Just then her husband Brian walked up and introduced himself. He was clearly shocked to find out that I was Margaret's husband. As we parted ways I smiled at Carol and said "Very nice meeting you," which got a really big, genuine, responsive smile from her.
Not being too good at multi-tasking the next two days I thought of nothing but Carol's charming personality, big tits, and especially that world class ass. I shockingly was even able to seduce my wife the day after (the first time in a month) and really pounded the shit out of her thinking about Carol's ass.
Then a plan hatched in my pea brain. If I had an affair with Carol I wouldn't have to worry about hurting my wife's chances at getting elected since if the affair were exposed it would hurt Brian as much as it would my wife. So I called Carol up a couple of days later. I asked her to lunch, my excuse being to apologize for my comment and also to try and see if we could come up with ways to convince our spouses to keep the campaign as positive as possible with no personal attacks. She agreed – and I could hear genuine excitement in her voice when she accepted my invitation. Maybe she was thinking of me as much as I was of her, I dreamed.
Carol greeted me warmly, with a big smile and hug, when we met for lunch. She looked great – less makeup than the first time I met her, and in a more revealing outfit, one that honored that famous army officer "Major Cleavage." Her outfit also was so tight on her hemispherical ass that you could bounce a quarter off of it. While we talked politics a little – I found out that she also was an Independent – mostly we talked about personal matters such as how difficult and lonely it was to be the spouse of a candidate. Before we knew it we had talked for three hours.
As we hugged to leave with an impish look on her face Carol said "This was a lot different than the first time we talked. You never mentioned my ass once."
This time I don't think I blushed, but took her comment in stride, and quickly responded "That's because I've concluded it isn't simply an A+ ass, but world class, and I would never want to take the chance of embarrassing someone who was world class in anything."
That got me a laugh, and another big, tit-smashing, hug. When she turned and walked away it was obvious that she was swinging that thing as provocatively as she could. It was just like I was a trout and that ass was a baited hook; I was snagged!
I made a point of finding out as much about Carol as I could. I found out things like where Carol shopped and what activities she engaged in, and "ran into" her at several stores and twice at a health club. The health club run-ins were actually painful, however, since she was dressed in shorts and a tank top and my suppressed boner was so hard it really, really hurt. We also checked what political events each other would be attending so as to – ostensibly – not be bored when we attended, since we could chat with each other. I had contact with Carol at least four times a week, and we became really good friends.
Despite her apparent attraction to me, I was very reluctant to approach Carol sexually in case I had misinterpreted anything, or in case I was shot down – I am not good at handling rejection, never was, and probably never will be. Then a cataclysmic event occurred about three months after we first met. One of my wife's staffers – I don't know if it was with my wife's knowledge or not – made a comment to the press about an alcohol problem that Carol had had about five years ago. It was a stupid comment that was totally irrelevant to the campaign but it was published in a local newspaper. Carol and I found out about it the same day. I was livid.
I called Carol up – by then I had her cell phone number – but she didn't answer. I left a message telling her I would see to it that the person who made the comment was fired (which I did, despite my wife's reluctance, since I went postal). I apologized even though I had nothing to do with it and begged her to call back. When she hadn't called back by the next morning I took a chance and went over to her house.
Carol answered the door crying. When she saw that it was me, she tried to close it. I wouldn't let her. I barraged in. I begged her to believe that I didn't know anything about it ahead of time, that I got the person fired, and that I was truly, truly sorry. We sat on a couch together, and she continued to sob, saying that the hardest thing she had had to do in her life was to overcome her alcohol addiction, that she had tried hard to put it in the past, and that it was very painful to be reminded of it, especially in a public forum.
She looked so innocent – so vulnerable – so tender – so sensitive – I couldn't help myself. I gently kissed her on the lips. Not meeting any resistance I continued the kiss for a good two minutes. When I finally moved my lips away there were no new tears in her eyes and she had a crooked smile. I told her "I really hate to see someone I love hurt."
