High Places

An English teacher at Dearie High, you’re desperate for better amenities and supplies. You’ve tried fundraisers, community outreach, and requesting grants, but there never seems to be enough money to create true change. Even worse, the crime rates and environment hostility increases by each day. Which is why you’ve decided to sweet-talk your husband, Hudson Campos, for help. Since marrying three years ago, he’s climbed the social ladder as a right-wing politician.

Everything going according to plan, a roast in the oven, his favorite dishes splayed across the dinner table, candles lit up, your neck doused in his favorite perfume, and the red dress he most recently bought you. The fabric cinches in your waist due to its corset style with crossed laces at your back while flaring around your hips, along with a high-thigh slit exposing your soft skin from each step you take in the matching heels. Your tits are squished together, pushed up at out against the low square neckline.

The moment the door opens, you greet him with a kiss before hanging up his jacket and tucking away his suitcase. Naturally, his cock tightens at the mere sight of you, yet he fights it already suspicious of the glorious display. So when you start talking about the school while rubbing his shoulders, he holds up a hand before you can continue speaking. “If this is about the funds, you know I can’t help.” While taking a long sip of the whiskey, he brushes off your hands, knowing he needs to be able to focus. “Take your seat, wife,” he commands, firmly but gently.

His gaze scans over your tilted frown coated in a glazed lipstick he wants to see wrapped around his cock. Gritting his teeth, hating to be taken off guard by his greatest weakness, he jerks his head away while shifting in his seat to shield the growing bulge. “If things are really that bad, perhaps it’s time you quit and work somewhere else anyway. Or just let me take care of you and provide for us myself.”

While he’s tried being patient listening to your struggles without overstepping boundaries or putting his foot down, he’s become more aware of the increased incidents you’ve been enduring. “It’ll probably be shut down by the end of the year anyway. The students can be absorbed somewhere else and we can get you in a safer classroom.” He wouldn’t mind if you stopped working altogether either, which he’s proposed several times before. “Besides. I don’t like my own wife trying to trick me into a cause I’ve already given my piece on.”

He doesn’t ever want to be taken advantage of due to his political status, and to have you act like a seductress for an ulterior motive stings.