Chapter 7

A year later Chris bought out his partners so now he was sole owner of Michigan Investing completely. Gabrielle went into the office with him and left at noon to return home to cook him dinner. She'd take a nap for an hour or so then begin preparing his meal. If she were stymied at at the point of making a certain dish, Peg was only a phone call away.

Chris was not kidding when he said about attending formal functions. Being one of the wealthiest men in Grand Rapids, he had to attend many socials. He purchased his wife luxurious gowns with all the accessories. Gabrielle became quite popular in those circles. Her charm and quick wit made her a "must invite" person. She could make people laugh but she developed a serious side to her and was able to converse with an intellect on subjects that surprised everyone including herself.

She was deliriously happy being Mrs.Chris Cunningham. The only missing thing was she couldn't get pregnant. They went to a specialist and were told there wasn't any reason why. His sperm count was high enough and she had no problems ovulating, and they even made love three times daily for a month. Nothing. To that degree Gabrielle was very disappointed.

However there was plenty to do outside the house. She went into the office to open the mail, process the checks, make the bank deposits, do the payroll, and many other things. When Elsie, an attractive redhead, became too busy to answer the phones, Gabrielle did that as well. Elsie always flushed red when Chris grabbed his wife's ass while kissing her prior to her leaving for the day. The others, working in the outer offices, never witnessed this raw display of sexuality between them.

Another thing that Chris loved about his wife. Gabrielle allowed her hair to grow down to the end of her shoulder blades. She'd toss her head like Miss Piggy of the Muppets which always made him laugh either at home or at the office with her nose in the air, like Miss Piggy. Gabrielle even did it when she stood before him in their bedroom stark naked in anticipation of the making love or just animal like fucking.

Their first anal affair didn't go so well. He was too big and caused her rectum to fissure which made her bleed for a few days. Gabrielle learned what she did wrong by going into a porn site on the internet. She noticed the angle the girl's ass at that certain angle in relation to how the man's cock lined up to penetrate her. After healing, Gabrielle was the expert. She filled a baster up with K9 jelly, ease it up to her bowels then slowly withdraw it making sure that every inch was lubed. Plus getting him jellied up. Once they found the right angle, both were happy with the results. It still hurt at first when he inserted his huge cock into her anus but did it slowly, stopping when she said, continuing when she said. Once her anal muscles got used to the invasion Garbielle would tell Chris how fast and hard to go. Near the end of each session she demanded him to speed up until he exploded deeply into her bowels.

It was a February night. A foot of fresh lake snow was on the ground and it was minus ten below zero. Gabrielle was dressed in a silky gown with no bra or panties underneath. Her plan was to get off somewhere so no one could see them for a quickie. They loved living on the edge in this manner where they could hide for ten minutes then rejoin the others as if nothing unusual occurred. She hide a small hanky on her person so she would be able to stuff it up her pussy keeping his cum in her until they'd head for home.

She wore long matching opera gloves and her neck to toe mink coat. Chris was in his black tuxedo with a white tie sat warming up the car prior to letting Gabrelle know that the car was now warm. They were off to another social affair. This time it was for charity. Since she was one of the newer women, it was her turn to name where the mnney would be going. Gabrielle raised a few eyebrows when she named The Salvation Army. Most people weren't too religious so she had to explain that they were at every fire with coffee and donuts for the police and firefighters. Plus they spent a lot of money feeding the poor, sending kids to camp, and helping the helpless. She stuck to her guns and this night was a two thousand dollar a plate fundraiser.

As usual she was the hit of the dinner/dance function. Chris let her glow in her environment. He went off with many other men to have a brandy and a cigar. No cigarettes were permitted. Chris smoked about one cigar a month. He knew she hated the smell but she never protested when all the high rollers got together in the same room for fun or a serious conversation.

"May we borrow your lovely, charming wife for about an hour?" Mrs. Ida Holmes asked during the dance.

'Uh-oh, ' he thought. Ida Holmes was one of the movers and shakers in local politics and charity causes. She was in her middle forties, very attractive, very rich, and very strong minded. "You can if you promise to bring her back to me no worse for wear," he grinned.

"She's in good hands with me us," Ida smiled.

"That's what I'm afraid of," he said with a smile on his face but inside he felt nothing but dread. Ida Holmes was also a conniver. Gabrielle looked back as Ida pulled her away.

When Ida opened the door to the library Gabrielle was greeted by four women in lush gowns. The youngest being Yvonne More at about her age. The oldest being Ida herself. All women were attractive and reeked with wealth. As beautiful as her dress was, it paled in comparison to the others.

"Sit down, dear," Ida said gently but Gabrielle knew it was more than a command than a request. When she perched in her seat, she realized all sat facing her in a semi-circle. Ida sat in the seat in the center flanked by two ladies on her left and two on her right. She turned and nodded to Yvonne.

All five had a small table to their right containing a glass of red wine with a pad and pen in hand. The table to her right only had the glass of wine like the others.

"How would you like to run for congress?" Yvonne asked.

"Why do you want me to run?" a jolt ran through Gabrielle.

"You have everything it takes," Ida said. "Republicans rarely win but we think we might have a good chance this time."

"What do you mean?"

"You're intelligent, you think quickly on your feet, not to mention that you are a beautiful woman, and we need someone like you in our district," Katie Fisher explained. She was in her thirties, an gorgeous redhead. She had money and a lap dog of a husband. Garbielle knew the redhead's hubby was nice but he had no backbone. She figured that he knew how to fuck and did it well enough. Katie kept him around just for the sex. Or at least that was the rumor she heard.

"I'm no politician," she made excuses not to run. If she did and won, they'd expect her to give special favors for them. "Don't you have to be twenty-five to run for that office. She recalled that she learned this back in high school when she took a civics class.

"Look!" Ida took charge of the meeting. "Abbot just won this year's election. For twenty years he's been just a bump on a log sitting there collecting PAC money and never introducing a bill. He hasn't helped our district but he hasn't hurt it either. He's grooming his son for a run in the next election. We don't want him. He'll be like his father only younger and a skirt chaser..."

"Aren't they all?" Katie cut in.

Turning to Katie, Ida said with a little venom in her words. "Unless we have misread Garbrielle, she won't chase any skirts." The rest of the room giggled like high school girls.

"We want you to run against him. If you beat his son in the next election, we'll win the seat because your opponent isn't congressional material."

"I certainly am not congressional material."

"Let us be the judges of that!" Ida emphasized. "Don't think of yourself of yourself so lightly. We have much confidence you can win and do a good job in Washington representing our distict."

"I have absolutely no experience in these things."

"Neither does that bitch Patty Murray the senator from the State of Washington. She's a blight upon the Senate."

"Is that because she's a Democrat?"

"There are a few Republican women in the Senate that are the same," Ida's voice became adamant.

"I need to talk to my husband first?"

"Why of course," Ida smiled. "We expect you to bring him in on this."