It was all in her head. She knew the steps. She had studied and practiced as if an exam loomed over her. As if she would need to sit down at a desk tomorrow and throw it all up on sheets of lined paper before the clock ran out.
The campaign had ended, but doubts still gnawed at her brain. He would have to understand, she thought. This was bigger than the both of them.
The doorbell chimed. Gabriel's best friend Nicki stood in the doorway with a plunging neckline revealing the tops of her breasts.
Gabriel doubted that Nicki had doubts.
"Ready to go?" Nicki asked.
The lingerie store was full of women picking over tables stocked with bras and panties. Nothing was on sale.
"Do these prices seem higher than usual?" Gabriel asked.
Nicki nodded. "Demand has spiked," she shouted over the din of excitable women as her fingers felt up a black lace bodysuit.
"Chuck won't be able to say no to me in this."
They weaved their bodies through the crowd and locked themselves in a compact change room where they stripped down and revealed their skin to each other. Nicki's full breasts hung effortlessly from her chest. Gabriel's were smaller, but Ryan would always tell her they were enough. Her ass was what seemed to garner male attention and the red thong she had picked out complemented it well.
The women looked at each other from head to toe in their newfound cotton skins and smiled. This was the beginning of an end.
"Are you ready for tomorrow?" Nicki asked.
"I think so. I don't want to hurt Ryan, but I know this is for the best."
"Of course it is. It's like Veronica said: "We've waited a long time for things to get better, and on election day we stop waiting."
Gabriel had memorized the quote. It felt like her own.
"How long has it been with Ryan?"
"A month exactly, just like Veronica told us. But I'm not sure he's even noticed. He's been so busy with work."
"Chuck has definitely noticed. I've caught him jerking off at least three times now. I never let him finish."
"That's cruel. I don't even know if sex is on Ryan's brain anymore. I just hope Veronica is right about all this."
"Gabby. Honey. That man's balls are full. He may be distracted with work now, thinking he's going to be some powerful CEO one day, but once you work your magic on him tomorrow, he'll be begging you for it. Work will be the last thing on his mind."
The man behind the cash register rang up their selections.
"That will be $300."
"Let me put this on Chuck's AMEX. He won't be needing it much longer."
***
"Good morning, baby," Gabriel cooed, as Ryan hurried down the stairs.
"I made you a little breakfast before work."
It took some time for Ryan to respond. His wife was wearing a see-through lace negligée that matched her dark brown hair. The red thong was on display.
"W-w-what's going on? What are you wearing?" Ryan stuttered.
"What a silly question. You can see what I'm wearing just fine."
Ryan didn't hear her words. He was fixated on her ass and the way that thong gave it shape and purpose.
Gabriel put a plate in front of him as he sat down at the table and tried to reclaim his thoughts.
"Looks great, Gabby."
"What does?" She turned and gave Ryan another view of her best asset.
He palmed a glass of orange juice, brought it to his dry lips, and once again began to stare. How long had it been? It wasn't important. Work was important. The next step was important. He had never worked harder for anything in his life. He could feel it coming and he didn't want to let up now. It had been early mornings and late nights. He felt like he was back in graduate school. Soon he would get promoted. That would mean more power. More money. More control. Sex was the last thing he needed.
Distracted by Gabriel's attire, Ryan set the glass down on the edge of the table where it naturally teetered and spilled onto his crotch.
"Oh honey, let me get that"
"It's fine," Ryan muttered as he made a feeble attempt to dry out his pants with his hands.
"No, I got it." Gabriel grabbed several sheets of paper towel, got on her knees and began pressing the sheets into Ryan's thin dress pants.
"Is that better?" She whispered as the outline of Ryan's cock began to take shape through his pants. She rubbed on the trail of wetness. Ryan's head fell back and he let out a passive moan.
"That feels better, doesn't it?"
Ryan wagged his chin as sex crept back into his brain. It had been so long that his balls all of a sudden felt like they could burst. He propped his head back up and blissfully stared down at Gabriel's cleavage. She pushed harder on the outline of his cock and continued to rub. Repeating the motion until Ryan was fully erect and on the verge of expelling a month's worth of semen into his pants.
And then Gabriel stopped, leaving Ryan's cock crying out for air.
"All dry. Now eat up. I don't want you to be late. "
She slowly bent over to mop up the juice that had landed on the floor. Again presenting Ryan with a view of her red thong.
When she came back up, some the blood returned to Ryan's head and he managed to ask:
"Looking forward to voting tonight?"
"Of course."
"Good. We need to vote against this Veronica Samuels. The stuff she is saying is insane. How can a politician get away with saying men are obsolete? Listen, I'm all for female empowerment, but this is a step too far. I happen to like how things are now, don't you?"
"I do." She lied. She didn't like lying to her husband.
"Men are generally more ambitious. More women would be in more positions of power if they wanted to be. It's not right to take it out on men."
"I know, baby. I know. I'm going to make you a nice dinner tonight and then we can drive over to the polling station."
"That sounds good."
With his erection less pronounced, Ryan got up from the table.
"I'll see you tonight."
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Gabriel asked.
She strutted towards him, her perky breasts bouncing ever so slightly in her negligée. She hooked her hands around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He felt her tongue probe his tongue and he was instantly hard again. She felt him against her body.
"Let me help you with this," she whispered in his ear as she squeezed his cock again.
"I...I...don't have time. I've got an early meeting. I..."
But before he could continue his protest, Gabriel had expertly unzipped his pants and taken him inside her warm mouth.
Her head bobbed slowly up and down on Ryan's cock as she gazed up at him. Within seconds she had him back on the edge. Ryan leaned against a wall for support as his knees buckled. Gabriel moved her mouth down to his balls and took them. She stoked his cock, now dripping with a mixture of her saliva and his pre-cum.
"Please don't stop," Ryan begged.
But just as Gabriel felt his balls tighten in her mouth, she stopped stoking. She placed her mouth over his cock again and swallowed him whole, this time holding him in her throat and then moving her lips slowly up from the base to the tip. A long string of saliva dangled from her lips onto the tip of his cock as she popped off him. She licked up the pre cum that dribbled out.
"You're going to be late."
"But I'm so close. Please."
She tucked his cock back into his pants as quickly as she had freed it.
Ryan winced in pain.
"I'll see you tonight," Gabriel smiled.
Ryan thought this was all a little strange. Gabriel had been distant the last month or so and she had certainly never deep throated him before. Had she been watching more porn lately? Did she take a blowjob class? Do blowjob classes exist? Was she fucking some other guy? Ryan's mind raced as he tried to make sense of what had been a decidedly adult breakfast.
Gabriel kissed him goodbye and turned around, dropping her negligee and revealing the rest of her body. She looked over her shoulder and Ryan's jaw dropped.
Gabriel smiled. This will be easy, she thought.
***
The office felt distracted. Ryan was piecing together a slide deck, but his mind kept drifting to Gabriel's warm mouth wrapped around his cock and the way that thong made her ass look. As he pasted another sales chart into the deck, his phone lit up.
It was a picture of Gabriel bent over their bed in nothing but that red thong with the caption: "If you're a good boy, this will all be yours tonight."
Ryan was hard again. He tucked himself closer to his desk to ensure no one else could see. As he looked around he noticed all the men on his floor were also staring intently at their phones with their bodies snugged up to their desks.
He looked back down at his phone and Gabriel had sent another picture of her bent over, this time with her thong pulled to the side and the caption: "If you're a good boy, I'll let you put it anywhere you want tonight."
This sent Ryan over the edge. He had never felt so aroused. He thought about maybe relieving himself in the restroom. It wouldn't take long. Gabriel had already got him close this morning. He looked around trying to map out the best route to get to the restroom while hiding his erection. And then his phone lit up.
Another text. This time a picture of her breasts pressed together. With the caption: "Good boys don't touch themselves. They wait."
He knew Gabriel would know if he relieved himself. She could always tell by how much semen came out of him. So in the interest of making his wife happy, he decided to wait.
Anywhere? Did she really mean anywhere? He wondered. The rest of the day moved slower than normal. Ryan passed the time by throwing himself back into his work, while his colleagues chatted about the election. Most had planned to vote after dinner. There seemed to be a consensus that any vote against Veronica was a good one. Ryan had always been somewhat politically apathetic, but the things Veronica had said about men in public and on Twitter had emboldened him. Although he had to admit he had spent more time thinking about his erection than the election today.
***
The drive home was quick. Cars seemed to be moving faster. Ryan assumed everyone was in a hurry to get to the voting booth. His arousal had quieted and he was now level headed enough to think about other things. As he walked in the door, he smelled his favorite dish. Gabriel stood by the stove with an apron on. She walked up to Ryan and embraced him.
"Did you miss me," Gabriel whispered in his ear.
"Yes." He said truthfully.
"Good. Dinner is almost ready."
She turned around and walked back to the kitchen. She was wearing nothing under her apron, save for that red thong. Ryan's cock begged for release.
"Sit down," she commanded.
Ryan obeyed. He wondered if he was salivating for the lasagna or Gabriel.
"I hope you're hungry."
"Starved."
