Losing the Bet and Losing My Marriage **PM Interest**

[xTerrax]

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My hubbie and I met about eight years ago when we were in college. It all started around Sophomore year when both of us were taking Calculus together, when he gave me a loving stare and I gave one back. Jeremy was my first, and only relationship that I ever had. As for him, well, he had about three girlfriends before I came along in his life. Did it bother me? Maybe a little; knowing that he was with other women before me. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't a problematic or anything, but every so often he'd slip up and mention a memory of one of them and I would feel the bitter sting of jealousy. I just loved him so much and sometimes I would get jealous, even if these women weren't in his life anymore. The reason that I'm mentioning this now is sometimes I worry that my insecurities have gotten to him. After all, for past couple of months now, he's been desperately trying to get me to agree to do something that I never had any intention of doing; dating another man. The first time he brought it up was over dinner, which nearly caused me to choke on my glass of wine! I remember being so upset with him that night, until he apologized and told me that it was just because I hated how he had a few girlfriends before me and just wanted to set things straight. Maybe this should have been my first clue that something was wrong, seeing as we've been together eight years (three of which in marriage) and it wasn't until now that he brought this up.

"Oh god Jeremy, that's so disgusting." I would tell him whenever he brought up the fact that he'd be okay with setting me up, as it wouldn't be a problem because guys would be lining up. As if that was the problem.

You see, I'm a model and I make a decent amount of money every year to make guys want me. While I am a more of a conservative kind of gal, I know for a fact that there is no shortage of guys who would want to be with me. I guess you could say that I had the body that was 'in' right now; I was tall - about 5'10" if I remember correctly - and had that hourglass body that drove guys crazy. I also guess that I'm considered 'thick', considering my ass and thighs. I think that it was my butt that made me a six digit salary; it was the obsession of many men online, if my social media pages had anything to say about it. I couldn't see why - I tried my darn hardest to get rid of it, whether it was through exercise, dieting or something in between. It was always there, uncomfortably jiggling whenever I would move too fast. Besides this, my chest got the attention of many, being busty wearing a 38DD cup and all. The point is that the fact that my husband made it seem as if a shortage of guys were my main reason for saying no, bothered the ever living heck out of me. Still, I didn't agree to his stupid request. At least not yet.

What changed everything was that stupid football game during February. After a photoshoot, I found myself at a pub with some work friends and I. I think that I might have had a few too many beers, because unlike my usual self, I found myself texting my husband in a very teasing way. "Oh poor hubbie, your precious Patriots are being beaten so bad " I can recall texting him, watching the Falcons absolutely demolish The Patriots. My husband replied with something along the lines of "Oh come on, you don't have to be mean about it..." which, even in my almost tipsy state, made me feel a bit bad. Then I'm not sure what go to me first - maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that the thrill of the game made me want to risk something to make it even more exciting. Whatever the reason, I found myself eagerly texting my husband back "Don't feel bad! If the Patriots win, I'll do it."

Jeremy must have been so confused, since he texted me back "do what?"

"Your dumb thing. I'll date another man."

"Really?!"

"Yes, really. But don't count on it "

I'm sure you know what happened next. A couple of hours later, the impossible happened - The Patriots had made a major comeback from halftime and won. I remember my co-workers and I booing at the screen, cursing Tom Brady most of all. Truthfully, I had completely forgotten about the little bet that I had made with Jeremy..that is until I felt my phone buzz on my leg. When I opened it, I was greeted with this message:

"A deal is a deal! "

My heart sank at that moment, realizing the mess that I had gotten into. I remember sighing, before I texted him back:

"I can't believe it..."

...

It took a few days before Jeremy brought it up, and he did so when I had finally started to forget about the bet that I had made. I remember, sitting down on our couch, reading a magazine and preparing myself for a small house party we'd be having to celebrate us buying this three floor home. There was maybe, at most, two hours left before our guests would arrive when Jeremy, my husband for over three years now, sat down next to me and said: "Okay, so I picked who."

My heart froze.

"What do you mean?" I asked nonchalantly, my eyes still on my magazine because I did not want to face reality. My husband laughed, before wrapping his hand around my shoulder, squeezing me close and tight before kissing me hard on the cheek. Finally turning my face to see him, he grinned and added "Our bet. Tonight, you won't be rejecting the advances of one man. You ready to find out?"

Not really knowing what he meant by that, seeing as I thought that he meant a date when this bet came up, I looked at him with a very puzzled face. Hesitantly, I nodded before Jeremy finally added:

"Derrick Smith!"

"Are you kidding me?!" I asked, dropping my magazine to the floor and getting up.

In case you didn't know, Derrick Smith was one of our classmates back in college. I had met him when Jeremy and I began dating, seeing as they were roommates and all. The thing is that unlike Jeremy who is a kind, genuinely selfless person, Derrick was the biggest sleazeball around campus. I'm not even exaggerating; people around campus would call him "Plower", because he'd 'plow' every woman that he set his eyes on. Well, that is until he met me. I wasn't the type to fall for awful people, anyone who would objectify me in any single way, and I think that frustrated Derrick. Either way, when our relationship started getting serious, I told Derrick off and he backed away from my life. Well, that unless you count social media. You see, he must have thought that he was clever or something, because there was a specific account that would comment and like my pictures over sites like Instagram. How did I know that it was Derrick? It's because this unknown account would leave lewd comments, calling me by nicknames like "Thunder thighs" and "Fat Ass"; lewd nicknames that Derrick passed around campus for me, specifically for my thighs and butt.

For example, check out this picture I put up on my instagram page:

http://i.imgur.com/EbNr5yq.jpg?1

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unknown.account: Nice picture thunder thighs. I'd love to have you sit on my face like that ​

I always took down his comments because I knew deep down, that this was Derrick. When I told Jeremy this, he didn't seem to care. Or at least, told me that it could have been anyone, that the internet is a big place...you know, that whole spiel. I eventually gave up, but kept removing the comments from this user. I was so sure that it was that prick from college and now, here Jeremy was, saying that I had to humor him.

Still, a bet was a bet, and I figured that Derrick would have gotten respectable since the three or so years that I've seen him.

Later that night is when it all began.

I was dressed in a simple dark blouse and a pair of tight fitting jeans, getting ready in our bedroom. I remember staring at myself in a mirror a whole lot, wondering to myself whether I'd play nice with Derrick, or give him a piece of my mind again. It wasn't until I began putting on my hoop earrings did I begin to wonder what I would do if he got too lewd for my liking again. Once I got that thought in the way, I scoffed at the idea of his nickname. If I had to take a bet, I would say that he came up with it himself. Heck, I'd even go as far as to say that he made up all those rumors of him having a gigantic dick. He was prideful enough to have done so, or at least that's what I truly believed. I turned around, glancing at my own ass. Big round cheeks, put together with my hide hips. This is what Derrick was after for so many years and he didn't get it. I grinned at that realization, before the door bell rang and I hurried downstairs. There, Jeremy stopped me and said:

"Remember our bet! If Derrick makes any advances, you can't turn him down. If he asks you to go on a date, if you just go with it. You don't have to be super ecstatic about everything, he'd see through that...but you have to humor him at the very least. Got that?"

And before I could say anything, Jeremy opened the door.