Chapter 1

Who ever said married life was easy? Everyday is a battle. Different personalities, different interests, different schedules, different jobs, conflicting goals. Every marriage face these trials and tribulations. It can make or break them. Many find common ground so they can push through and continue their lives together. Others crumble under the pressure. It destroys them both. The marriage to weak to stand and they spiral down, many coming to hate the other, making divorce inevitable. Then there are the rare few. Their marriage has broken down under the pressure, yet they stay together. It is unclear what keeps these couples going. They don’t talk, they don’t go on dates, they don’t have sex, they don’t even sleep in the same bed. Their marriage is fueled on pure spite.

That was the case for Jeremy and Sasha Spencer. They were in their 10th year of their marriage. At first, everything had been like a fairy tale. They had met, funny enough, through a lawsuit. Sasha was working as a paralegal for Shermer, Morgan and Swartz who were representing Omega Financials, an investment fund that Jeremy worked at. Jeremy was a confident, slightly cocky 25 year old. He was 6 feet tall, clean shaven, well groomed and handsome. Sasha was a beautiful 23 year old young woman. She was 5 foot 5, long dirty blonde hair, in great shape and intelligent. The two had hit it off immediately and began dating. Within a few months, they were engaged and a year later, married.

It was around year 7 that the problems began to really set in. It was a culmination of several things. Sasha was bitter because she had failed the LSAT three times now. All she ever wanted was to be a lawyer. She knew she was smart, but every time she took the entrance exam, she choked. Jeremy was doing well in his career. 2 years earlier he had become a senior investment manager, which came with quite a large pay raise, but longer hours. As Jeremy succeeded and Sasha felt like she was failing, it caused a rift in their relationship. Eventually, small problems became big issues and before they knew it, their relationship was all but dead.

Sasha entered the house and threw her keys into the bowl. Her brow was furrowed in frustration. Her life was nothing but frustration anymore. She hated being at the office. She could swear that she could feel the disappointment from the partners at her inability to progress. They all had high hopes for her, the firm told her that they would pay for her schooling, yet she had let them all down time and again. Then she had to come home to her painfully unbearable husband. All they ever did was fight anymore. Half the time, they didn’t even say a word to each other all night.

Sasha walked up the stairs to change out of her suit. When she reached the top, she heard a bump coming from the bedroom, then she heard the moans. She cursed to herself. Jeremy had a “guest” over. It really was no secret between them that he was fucking his secretary. At first he had done his best to hide it. He would rent motel rooms or go to her place, but as time went on, he stopped caring if she knew. The ironic part was that she didn’t care either. She was beyond caring what he did. The reason she hadn’t filed for divorce was because she liked the big house and the money. He was a resource to her, not a partner. That being said, he never fucked her in the house when Sasha was home. He knew what time she gets home from work. Apparently he didn’t care anymore about that, so why should she?

She opened the door and was greeted by the sound of skin slapping against skin. Jeremy had Gina’s hands cuffed to the headboard. Her legs were high in the air as Sasha’s husband was balls deep inside her. Gina’s eyes were closed, her face painted with an expression of pure ecstacy. Her moans were rapidly becoming screams. Her tits bounced with every thrust as Jeremy plowed into her as quickly as he could.

Neither one of them noticed Sasha standing there, watching them. She narrowed her eyes as she glared at Gina. Gina was a fresh faced 18 year old, barely out of high school. Jeremy was nearly 20 years older than her. She was quite cute, no denying that. It wasn’t long ago that Jeremy had Sasha moaning that way. Really, though, the reason Sasha didn’t like Gina was because Gina was threatening her lifestyle. As long as she knew her place, on her back, and didn’t try to press her luck, then Sasha could put up with the arrangement.

“Jesus, Jeremy. You’re fucking robbing the cradle, you know that, right?” Sasha finally said after a minute.

Gina’s eyes popped open and she gasped when she saw Sasha standing there, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed. Jeremy slowly raised his head and looked over at his wife.

“What can I say, she still has tight skin, and a tight pussy.” Jeremy retorted without breaking his rhythm, the sound of skin slapping breaking up his words.

Sasha ignored this obvious shot at her aging body and crossed the room to her closet.

“At least you have someone who can put up with your bullshit.” Sasha replied as she took off her jacket and blouse, throwing them into the dry cleaning hamper and fishing a T-shirt off the hanger. “Gotta go young and dumb, though. A woman your age would know better.”

Jeremy rolled off Gina and lay next to her while staring down Sasha in their daily battle of wits and insults.

“More like I prefer breasts and thighs than crows feet.”

Sasha took a deep breath as she kicked her shoes off and removed her pants. Her crows feet were a new thing but he was aware of how much it bugged her. One thing about these verbal sparring matches they had was that he didn’t care as much as she did. Most of what she said rolled off of him, but he knew the little comments that just cut her to her core. She turned and shot him a dirty look.

Gina’s eyes darted back and forth between them. She felt quite uncomfortable, naked on the bed, exposed, vulnerable.

“Umm, maybe I should go.” She finally muttered.

“You’re not going anywhere.” Jeremy snapped at her, silencing her before she could say another word. “You are not leaving until you have drained my balls.”

“Mr. Spencer, I’m really not comfortable here.” Gina said weakly as she fiddled with the cuffs, hoping to release herself so she could cover up.

“Yeah, Mr. Spencer.” Sasha said mockingly, her hands on her hips. “Let her go home. I’m sure her father is wondering where she is.”

Sasha could tell by how hard Gina blushed that this statement was not entirely wrong.

Jeremy shot Gina an angry look. He reached out and gave her a quick slap across the cheek that made her yelp in surprise.

“You are not going anywhere until you’ve finished your fucking job!” He said aggressively, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him in the eyes. “You are not in charge here, whore. You do as I tell you, understand?”

“Yes, Mr. Spencer!” Gina blurted out nervously.

“And you!” Jeremy said, turning and pointing at his wife. “You don’t like her being here? Well maybe if you made yourself pretty every once in a while, instead of walking around in an ugly, stained shirt, I wouldn’t be bringing her by!”

“The fuck you just say to me?!” Sasha shouted, taking a few steps towards Jeremy.

“You heard me!” He growled back, getting off the bed. “You walk around looking like a hobo! Ever heard of a little foundation? If can do wonders for you!”

Sasha reached out and slapped him hard across the face. They both stood in front of each other in surprise. Sasha had never hit him before. She had been tempted many times, but never had.

“I’m still a catch.” Sasha finally said, her voice trembling in anger. “Just because you can’t see it anymore doesn’t mean it’s not true. I’m still attractive.”

“You’re a failure.” Jeremy smirked at her. “You failed in your career and you failed in our marriage. You were once one of the prettiest women I ever met, and you failed to maintain that!”

Sasha reached out to slap him again. Jeremy was ready for this one and grabbed her wrist. He spun her around and wrapped his arm around her neck. He dragged her roughly across the room towards his bedside table while Gina screamed. He grabbed the spare set of cuffs he had there and locked her wrist into it.

“You going to hit me, bitch?” He said angrily. “I’ll show you some manners!”

Years ago, Sasha had taken up a pole dancing class so she could perform a strip tease for Jeremy. Her husband decided to have a brass pole installed at the end of the bed so he could enjoy the show. Over the last few years, it had gone mostly unused. He forced her over to the pole and twisted her hands around it, securing the cuffs to her free wrist and trapping her in place. She pulled against the restraints but only managed to cut up her arm. Jeremy kicked her legs out and fell down, landing on her butt.

“What the fuck are you doing? Let me go!” She yelled out furiously.

“You are not going anywhere.” Jeremy replied. He had calmed down now. He always did when he was in a position of power. “It’s about time you learned a lesson.”

He returned to the bed and unlocked Gina’s cuffs. Grabbing her by her elbow, he led her back around and pushed her to her knees, just inches away from Sasha. He hooked his thumb into her mouth and pulled her jaw open, pushing his cock into her mouth. Gina tried to pull back, but he placed his hand on the back of her head and held her in place. Jeremy locked eyes with his wife as his whore slurped on the head of his dick.

“This could have been you.” He said to Sasha. “But you pulled away. I gave you everything. Your lifestyle, a big house, a fancy car. I paid so you could get tutoring to prepare for the LSATs. I supported you when you failed, encouraged you to try again. You gave up on yourself and us.”

Sasha glared at him, hate filling her eyes. She had done her fair share of sabotage in their relationship, but he, too, held blame. When things started falling apart, he became quite nasty to her. He would humiliate and berate her over little things. For a while, sex was all they had. Within the last year, that too had stopped.

Every few seconds, Gina’s eyes would quickly glance at her. She reached up and cupped his balls, playing with them. She slid her other hand up and down his shaft in unison with every head Bob. She clearly was quite experienced.