I never thought my husband could be that stupid.
Then again, desperate times call for desperate measures, and I think that saying provides a perfect explanation for why hubby was willing to ardently support Tronald Dump, a far-right politician who supported highly conservative policies.
Don’t get me wrong, I think that some of President Dump’s actions were beneficial, at least in the beginning, as they helped jumpstart economic growth.
However, by the time he ran for a second term, I was less enthusiastic.
My husband seemed to support President Dump mind, body and soul, and his complete confidence in his candidate combined with his growing love of gambling to create a very interesting situation.
It wasn’t enough for my husband to be right. He had to rub it in everyone else’s face.
My husband took great advantage the first time President Dump won, bragging on social media for months that he had accurately predicted the election.
Unfortunately for my husband, this personality trait ended up being his downfall.
When another man in our town, a self-described liberal, predicted that President Dump would lose his reelection bid, hubby couldn’t help but get involved.
Jim, the man who made the forecast, was a highly successful entrepreneur who seemed very progressive. I didn’t always agree with his views, but at the same time, I found him to be rather well-spoken.
A handsome, blonde-haired man with amazing blue eyes and a fit figure, Jim espoused messages of hope and optimism. He was a strong supporter of legal immigration and advocated for universal health care.
Overall, he believed that by working together, we could solve our problems. While people might not always agree, he claimed we could still make progress through collaboration.
I really liked this approach, and it was like a breath of fresh air after listening to never-ending reports of division and hostility between the different factions that existed in our country.
Every time I heard Jim speak, I felt like I was being drawn in. His personality was magnetic, and compared to our present reality of polarization, his vision of a unified nation was very compelling.
My husband, of course, hated Jim’s viewpoint, and once President Dump’s opponent was announced in the General Election, hubby just had to place a wager on the outcome.
While I had been in favor of certain aspects of the president’s platform, I couldn’t help but feel enticed by the more optimistic messages communicated by his opponent, Bo Jiden.
My upbringing had been a bit old-fashioned, but I realized we lived in a world characterized by constant change and therefore needed to adapt.
I listened to Bo Jiden intently, secretly researching his policies when hubby wasn’t around. As Election Day approached, I felt myself becoming increasingly sympathetic to his point of view, and deep inside, I really did want him to win.
A part of me longed to vote for him, but I also didn’t want endless arguments with my husband. I didn’t want to spend time and energy struggling with him over which candidate I should back.
However, things took a turn one day when I found out how bad my husband’s gambling problems really were.
He had apparently made small bets with people all over my neighborhood about the outcome of the election.
However, it didn’t stop there. Jim - and my husband - had spent weeks trying to outdo each other, arguing online and writing the most thoughtful, provacative arguments they could in favor of their respective candidates.
This situation escalated, as they started placing increasingly large bets on who would win the White House.
When my husband had nothing left to bet, he did the unthinkable. He bet me.
Upon finding out, I was shocked! How could he do this?
After spending some time experiencing utter bewilderment, my temperament changed, and I started feeling outraged!
I wasn’t some object for my husband to bet, yet here we were.
Hubby told me that if his candidate was victorious, Jim would give him a significant cash payment.
However, if Bo Jiden succeeded in becoming president, I would live with Jim - and he His - for the duration of Jiden’s term.
Long story short, hubby used me as a wager, and if his candidate lost, I would undergo a Trial Separation where I would live with Jim.
At this point, I was so angry at my husband, and so tired of his incessant partisan nagging, that a big part of me truly hoped he lost the bet.
Jim was always attractive to me, and I had been slowly developing feelings for him. His optimistic approach always warmed me up, and the thought of being his for a time provoked some wonderful fantasies.
What would he do to me if I offered myself? Would he treat me like the gentleman he always appeared to be?
I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to live with Jim. I doubted he would try to force anything on me.
At the same time, he was so attractive that if he did make any advances, I might not be able to resist.
Being wagered in a bet was humiliating, but it was also taboo and erotic. I resented being treated like an object, but at the same time, it turned me on.
I was a bit surprised at how receptive I felt to the idea of being offered to Jim like that.
Recently, my marriage had been in hot water, and while hubby and I had been happy one at some points, things had started to deteriorate.
I could only imagine how good it would feel if Jim swept me off my feet. Fortunately, I would find out soon enough.
As the election drew closer, I saw more and more Dump 2020 memes posted by my husband, as well as his fellow Dump Supporters.
While these people could have invested their precious time and energy into spreading positive messages about their candidate, that didn’t seem to interest them.
They seemed too busy attacking “The Libs,” “The Dems,” and anyone who didn’t agree with their approach, which seemed like a policy platform designed to take us back to the 1950s.
Listening to their rhetoric was draining, and I found myself becoming increasingly resentful of their brazen attacks.
I started talking to Jim more often, eagerly listening to anything he was willing to tell me about Bo Jiden. Simply hearing him speak drew me in, and I felt my budding feelings for this delicious man continue to develop.
When the big dance finally took place and everybody voted, I cast my ballot in favor of Bo Jiden, refusing to tell anyone about this choice.
The next several days were exhausting, as election staff counted ballots cast both in-person and sent through regular mail.
When Bo Jiden was finally declared the winner, I was jubilant, as I truly wanted him to be in the White House for the next four years.
Hubby didn’t take it very well, especially since the terms of his agreement required him to help me pack my things and then move them to Jim’s so we could start the Trial Separation.
I must admit the simple act of having hubby help me gather my most crucial items was a turn-on.
I was so mad at him for losing me in a bet, that it felt good knowing he would have to deliver me to his rival.
We drove in silence to Jim’s house, and as we made our way there, the tension was palpable. Upon arriving, I was blown away by how nice my new residence looked. I knew Jim was wealthy, but I didn’t know he was this well-off.
Jim came outside, greeting me with a smile. He took some of my bags, helping me bring them into the house. Once all my bags had been moved inside, I said goodbye to my husband and told him I would be in touch.
I went with Jim, entering his place to begin the Trial Separation.
Right from the beginning, Jim was very nice to me, assuring me that I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want.
At the same time, he made it clear that he was attracted to me.
I had to admit that the attraction was mutual.
Jim told me to relax, and we sat down on one of his luxurious couches. He offered me some ice cream, describing it as a great way to chill, and I took him up on the offer.
We got to talking, and simply listening to him speak helped draw me in like a magnet. It felt like his very presence was intoxicating. My husband hadn’t made me feel this way in years.
I started realizing that I might truly enjoy this Trial Separation.
Jim and I spent some time getting to know one another, discussing our interests and watching some of our favorite shows on Netflix.
When the day was over, he showed me to my room, which was spacious and gave me plenty of space.
The next day, we woke up and went about our business, working from home and then spending time together once the evening rolled around.
We continued to acquaint ourselves with one another, our connection slowly building.
I spent more and more time thinking about Jim, fantasizing about what it would be like to feel his soft lips finally pressing against mine.
My pussy was becoming increasingly moist every time I was around him.
Eventually, I became openly flirtatious, cuddling with him on the couch while we talked about our days and watched TV.
I did my best to hold his athletic body against mine.
When I looked into his eyes, I could see love glowing inside them. It made me feel so good, because I knew I wasn’t the only one whose feelings were growing stronger.
Jim and I kept getting steadily closer, and eventually, we shared our first kiss.
It felt so good when his soft lips pressed against mine. We started out slowly, kissing each other gently and really enjoying the intimacy of the situation.
When he turned things up a bit by placing his tongue at the entrance to my mouth, I eagerly received him.