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.
We started making out passionately, with Jim using his tongue to explore every inch of my mouth.
The sensations went straight to my pussy, causing me to feel more and more turned on as our kissing continued.
Jim took things a bit further, cupping my left breast with his right hand and using his thumb to stimulate my left nipple.
The sensations were incredible, and I sped things up a bit, removing the t-shirt I was wearing and pulling my breasts out of my bra.
He stimulated my left breast with his mouth, tracing his tongue around my areola before sucking my nipple like a starving man.
Bolts of pleasure went straight to my pussy, and I almost came. Jim kept making love to my left nipple, before switching to the right one and providing it with the same exquisite treatment.
I held my breasts together for him, enabling his conquest. He kept making love to my breasts while I moaned uncontrollably.
I could feel the pleasure build inside me, the heating growing more and more intense until I felt an explosion!
Waves of pleasure surged through me, and I arched my back, titled my head and moaned quite loudly while the incredible orgasm ravaged my body.
When I finally came to, he looked me in the eye, giving me a mischievous grin before digging his thumbs into my panties.
I knew where this was going, and I lifted myself off the couch so he could continue removing my pants.
Next came my underwear, and then I was completely naked in front of Jim, the handsome man who had won me in a bet.
Grinning at me enthusiastically, Jim started moving my legs apart.
Smiling back at him, I spread my legs, quite eager for what would come next.
Jim put his face right over my recently shaved pussy, taking a minute to breathe in the sweet aroma before placing his tongue at the entrance to my womanhood and then slowly tracing his tongue up my folds.
He traced my pussy from bottom to top a few more times, before focusing on my clit, licking the hard nub intently. Jim started becoming more passionate in his ministrations, stimulating my sensitive button as incredible pleasure moved all throughout my body.
I could feel the heat building in my core, growing hotter and hotter until I once again embraced orgasm, causing more incredible waves of pleasure to surge through me.
Once I calmed down, he sat down next to me on the couch, pulling his hard cock out of his pants.
I knew what he wanted.
Taking a minute to process the situation, I thought about my husband, who had lost me in an egregious bet.
Hubby and I had grown increasingly distant lately, and I had a strong sense that what I was doing was for the best.
Smiling at Jim from ear to ear, I mounted him slowly, straddling his legs.
Maintaining eye contact the whole time, I placed the head of his cock to the entrance of my pussy, briefly pausing to take in the fateful nature of what I was about to do.
After the slightest hesitation, I began my slow descent. Hubby and I had not had sex in several months, and I was rather tight.
His cockhead gradually entered the most intimate part of my body, and once he was lodged inside me, I continued to fall on him.
Jim was bigger than my husband, and I could feel the difference. His thick cock was stretching my pussy walls, and while it hurt a little, the experience was a good one.
I relished taking inch after inch of his manhood inside my body, and when he finally reached maximum depth, I rested briefly, relishing the fullness.
He was touching places inside me that no man had ever reached before, and it was incredible to feel so feminine and receptive.
A wide smile played across my lips, reflecting the joy I was feeling in my heart. I wished I could have Jim inside me like this forever, allowing us to savor this sacred union.
When I finally decided to rise up on his generous manhood, he helped me, using his hands to gently lift me up.
I rose until only the tip of his hard cock was inside me, before descending once again, maintaining a very slow pace.
We kept this up, building a nice, steady rhythm.
Wonderful sensations spread out from my pussy and flowed all throughout my being, putting me on cloud nine.
Bliss, joy and euphoria spread through me, helping me experience a delicious cocktail of incredibly satisfying emotions.
I felt like I was swimming in a sea of intimacy and arousal, staring into the beautiful blue eyes of Jim, a man whose positivity and optimism I found impossible to resist.
It was incredible forging an amazing new connection like this, and we made love for what felt like hours, with him filling every last inch of my pussy.
When I could tell he was getting close, I kept up our slow lovemaking, as I desperately wanted to feel his cum inside me.
Once I pushed him past the point of no return, he reached maximum hardness, spurting inside me again and again as he filled me with his warmth.
I collapsed on top of him, and we fell asleep, resting to make up for all of our exertion.
When I woke up, I took his hard cock in my hand, getting him ready for round two, before guiding him inside my body once more.
We made love all throughout the night, and I was incredibly grateful neither of us had to work the next day.
Jim and I started acting like a couple, spending all our time together and expressing our fondness for each other through simple acts like buying gifts.
As our love for each other grew, long-dormant desires started to rise up within me.
I had always wanted a baby, and finding out that my sister was having a child made my longing even more intense.
While we had tried for years, hubby had been unable to get me pregnant. I had felt completely dejected, but now there was light at the end of the tunnel.
I couldn’t help but smile at the simple thought of my new man getting me pregnant, and when it came time to pick up my latest bottle of birth control pills, I wasn’t sure I wanted to take them.
Jim could tell I had been even more elated than usual lately, and asked me what was making me so happy.
I explained that we had been having tons of unprotected sex, and while I was taking the pill, I knew it could fail at any time.
Beyond that, a part of me wanted it to.
I told him that I really did want a child, but my husband had been unable to give me one. I told Jim that I deeply, truly cared for him, to the point where I felt like I was falling in love, and one thing I truly desired was a baby.
Jim smiled widely, telling me that while he had always had a crush on me, his feelings had intensified quite a bit lately, to the point where he would love to give me that gift.
After speaking with a pharmacist, I decided to go off the pill for him, and it was only a matter of time before I was pregnant with his child.
I let hubby know I was expecting, telling him that while I was sorry if this development was painful for him, I had always wanted a baby, and now I was going to have one.
My husband seemed hurt, but at the same time, hubby acknowledged that our marriage had been on the rocks lately, and he also wanted to move on.
Over the next several months, my pregnancy advanced. My breasts became more sensitive, and my baby bump slowly appeared, growing larger and larger over time.
Word quickly got around that I was pregnant by a liberal, something that was rather taboo in the conservative circles where I was used to swimming.
The people in my husband’s family certainly weren’t happy.
They felt like I was humiliating my husband by carrying this baby, and they were right.
Don’t get me wrong, I felt bad for hubby, but at the same time, it was a turn-on for me to do this to him.
Having Someone Else’s Baby felt very empowering, and the simple thought of having a baby by a liberal man — who espoused views so different from those of my upbringing — turned me on to no end.
Carrying that baby would be so taboo, at least in the eyes of many. I knew that some people in my social circle would consider it a betrayal of the culture I had belonged to for many years.
Jim was also sympathetic toward my husband, offering him the cash that would have been won in the original bet.
My new lover told me that he wanted to be compassionate, and hopefully, this approach would soften the pain my husband must be feeling.
While this was a kind gesture, it ended up backfiring. Hubby was apparently incorrigible, going on a bender to end all benders and draining his financial resources.
He added drinking to his list of vices, and between alcohol and gambling, he lost all his money, and Jim had to buy my old house to keep it from foreclosing and ruining my credit.
My boyfriend bought hubby a trailer, where he could keep his costs as low as possible and live in a community filled with his fellow Dump Supporters.
Jim and I truly relished the last several months of my pregnancy, as my belly slowly became impossible to miss and my breasts swelled up with milk.
He was very considerate during those months, waiting on me hand and foot and making sure I had every kind of food necessary to keep my cravings satisfied.
When I finally gave birth, I had a beautiful baby boy with blue eyes who looked just like Jim. We named him James, after his father, with plans to call him junior as he grew up.
Hubby endured this humiliation, and then he agreed to an uncontested divorce. One reason he was so agreeable to all this is that toward the end of our difficult marriage, he met someone, a person who shared the same highly conservative views, and fell in love.
I may have cuckolded him in a very public way, but in the end, everything worked out.