- BDSM
- Hers For Life Ch. 11
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We went to an expensive bar in a nice hotel, and I first met Casey, star football player, captain, he was wearing a suit and tie, all dark colors, and he was big, 6'4'' in great shape and very muscular, well over 200 lbs.
"You're the husband," he said.
"Yes."
"Sorry," he said without meaning it, the turned away from me to close me off as he faced Beth.
"Sorry? He should be thanking you for taking care of me so good," Beth said, peering around him to see me. "Well baby?"
And I thanked him, great start to the night, I was already humiliated.
We sat at a table, for drinks, Beth ordered for me, Shirley Temple and then her and her 'boyfriend', ordered cocktails.
They just talked, occasionally taking shots at me and my manhood.
After they had had two drinks, Beth had me get a room, this was a really pricey hotel, it was almost a week's salary at my relatively new entry level job.
Then from over my shoulder, holding Casey's hand, Beth asked the clerk if they had a suite, and she said, yes, so she told me to get that. Now it was a week and a half's salary.
We got the room keys and Beth took them from me, right in front of the desk, then took Casey's arm and walked to the elevators as I followed lamely behind them. It hurt even more to admit to what a stunning couple they made.
They kissed heavily in the elevator.
Beth gave me a key to open the door and hold it for them to go in.
They looked around the place as Beth told me to get a bottle of champagne sent up, expensive, between this room, the champagne and the bar tab, my last 2 week paycheck would go entirely to this night.
As I ordered, they were looking around the suite, it was big, and obviously really nice.
Then the champagne came and I tipped him and then the two of them starting making out against a wall as I just sat in a chair, kind of facing them.
As I watched this big linebacker paw at my wife, his tongue going down her throat, his hands on her breasts, her moans, how lusty she looked, I imagined her panties were getting wet. I knew they were.
It got more and more intense, and harder to watch, but I couldn't look away, it was like a car crash.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 1 year agoWell, it's evident that this is a story about two people who don't give two shits about each other, and, as a result...there is no eroticism between them whatsoever.
I can't decide who in this story is more unlikable. Beth is a cheating slut who deliberately hurts her husband while putting him at risk. She doesn't give a fuck about his mental, physical or spiritual health, and it would be better for her if they broke up and went their separate ways. That way, she could sleep with whoever she wanted without the stigma of becoming nasty.
But Casey is just as bad (if not worse) because not only is he not doing anything to stop Beth...he's also not doing anything to improve himself. He just kind of whimpers from one scene to the next while balling his eyes out whenever she does something painful to him.
Do you know what I think? I believe that he has no genuine desire to sleep with his wife or be physical with her (which would make sense... he probably doesn't want her herpes). Oh, he might claim to be 'hurt' and all this nonsense, but guess what? He's a grown man. He can walk out at any time he wants.
He can also learn to eat pussy, give foot rubs, clean the apartment and take pills to make his dick bigger. Yet, he does none of these things. He doesn't care about or want Beth, and I don't blame him. Hell, he probably put on weight and likes his chastity cage because they give him an automatic 'out' when it comes to her.
But the dishonesty here is what's really disgusting. It's he that's writing this story. Is this nasty little piece his way of garnering revenge against someone who has presumably hurt him?
He's such a fucking martyr. Woe to the great Casey and all the agony he's forced to endure! He's such a saint for dealing with his slutty, mentally-challenged spouse!
LMAO. What a crock of shit.
This is the very definition of a toxic relationship. Why are these two together? What does Casey or Beth gain from being around one another?
If they actually gave two craps about themselves, each other, and their health...they would break up immediately. But they won't do that, will they?
It will be one nightmare abuse after another, punctuated by a bunch of run-on sentences, absent psychology, and non-sensical backward stories that add nothing to the overall tale. Good times! Have fun presenting your trash!
But, as always...have a nice day.
Anonymousalmost 11 years agoWonder if he'll get sick of the shit and leave?
