Rejected Wife Of The President

pleasuring Myself

Chapter 2

Pov: Valerie

My life has been a living hell since we got married, actually, I think it’s been a living hell since that night that Travis was caught trying to elope with Sarah. Yes I know he hates me, he still thinks that I tried to betray him, and I know he is still in love with my sister. But why is he tormenting and frustrating my life, why is he making me feel so worthless?

It’s been more than two years since we got married, and yes, it’s more than two years since he touched me as well. I haven’t had the opportunity to trick him again because he has refused to attend all the family gatherings, choosing to stay away from everyone. At first I thought he was just feeling guilty for screwing his brothers wife. But when I discovered that she has been speaking with him since that night and claiming she had been the virgin he f****d, I knew she was up to no good.

But I let it go because my life is already messy, I can’t start a fight with Sarah at this point in my life. I’ll just be adding to my problems, and if she rats me out to Travis, I’ll be completely ruined. So I just kept mute, like the perfect wife, and I let him live his life as if I do not exist. I’m starved of affection, and I’m giving starved of s*x. But that’s okay, I have a plan. First I need to get pregnant for him, then I can finally summon the courage to speak with him about the incident that happened many years ago.

Since we got married I’ve tried twice to clear my name, but each time I being it up, he gets so furious to the point that he breaks anything he could lay his hands on. It brings out the monster in him whenever I try to speak of that night, so I’ve decided to let it go, for now. When I get pregnant, he would then realized that I would do anything to have him, and he would be forced to listen to my explanation and accept me. Until then, I’m forced to live a miserable and lonely life. But I don’t let it get to me, actually, I try to make myself happy sometimes, and I think I’m getting good at it.

I gently pushed the door open, I’m being so careful so the hinges do not squeak too much. It’s one of those special night’s when I’m lucky to watch Travis f*****g his whores in our matrimonial bedroom, or should I say his bedroom because he has never let me in there since we got married. I don’t even know why I’m doing this, I guess you can call me a s*x deprived woman that would do anything for an orgasm. I saw him kissing her from the parking lot down to the front door, so it’s pretty clear that he brought her home to mock me and make me feel even worse than I already do.

I was setting the table for dinner for dinner when his car drove in, I didn’t know be would be coming back with one of his whores tonight, if I did, I would have just stayed in my room and waited for the show to begin. I love it when he brings them home, he may think that he is hurting me, but he is not. At least I get the chance to watch him screw them, and at the end of the day, I get aroused and I get a chance to stimulate my burning p***y to orgasm. Funny how this ruthless Travis is my husband, but he hates my guts, he f*****g hates me.

He rubs his affairs on my face, daring me to ask for a divorce because we signed a prenup that forces him to be my husband for as long as I want this marriage to last. He can only divorce me if that is what I desire. But how can I divorce a man I have loved him my whole life, how can I let him go after giving him my heart, body and money. I’m the reason he got his inheritance and I’ll be damned if I let him screw me over after making him a freaking billionaire. I don’t care how he treats me, I’m never giving up on us.

I watched them make-out on the couch, while I had my dinner in silence, forcing my food down my throat. I watched him walk past me with his mistress in his arms, taking her into the masters bedroom that is supposed to be our matrimonial room. It’s funny how his many girlfriends have been in that room, except for me, his damn wife!

But that’s okay. One day the truth would surface, and he would find out that I never betrayed him. Then he would have no choice but to love me unconditionally, just like I love him. I waited until I heard the door to his room being opened, then I hurriedly packed up my dishes and hurried upstairs so I don’t miss out on the show. I could hear the sound of her moans as I climbed the stairs. The closer I got to the room, the more her moans intensified. The first time I’d stumbled on him screwing one of his whores, I’d crept in on them and peeked from the keyhole so I don’t get caught. I never knew I would get addicted to this, I never knew I would love it this much.

Surprisingly, the next day I tried it, I found the door slightly ajar, and it has been this way since then. He knows I wouldn’t dare to challenge him, so he feels free to do whatever he likes, daring me to walk out of this marriage. I have found a way to pleasure myself and be happy, so he can keep dreaming and hoping in vain for a divorce.

As usual, when I got to the door, it was slightly ajar, but it wasn’t open enough for a good view, which is why I decided to push it a little to get a better view. And I got exactly what I wanted, a much better view. I saw her lying on the bed, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her face and mouth contorted in pleasure as she moaned at the top of her voice. Her hands were handcuffed to the headboard, and she is completely nude, with her legs spread wide apart to grant him easy access to her dripping wet p***y.

He hovered over her and was roughly squeezing her n****e with one hand, while the other hand played with her p***y. He toyed with her clit a little before fisting her p***y mercilessly. She squirmed in pleasure under him, the more she squirmed, the faster he pumped his fist into her p***y, pinching her n****e so hard that she had a mind rippling orgasm from the pleasure and pain.

God, I wish I was the one being ravished by him this way. I would give anything to have my husband look at me with desire and not disgust. I stared at the movement of his hand and I was mesmerized. My body was reacting just as expected, my n*****s were harder and my panties were getting wetter by the second. I found myself squeezing my thighs together to curb my desires. I couldn’t help imagining myself in her position, I wished he could touch me, just once.

On their own accord, my hand flew to my chest as I squeezed and caressed my boobs, imagining his hands were working his magic on my body. I caught myself in time before a moan escaped me, and I turned around and fled back to my room before I lose control out there and get myself exposed. I left the door ajar, I’m sure he won’t remember if he has shut it or not.

As soon as I got into my room, I threw myself on the bed and spread my legs apart, I let my hand slid down to my panties, pushing it aside to play with my clit. My other hand worked on my boobs, just like I saw him doing just now. I keep the mental picture in my head and I imagined him pleasuring him like he did to her. This time I couldn’t stop myself from moaning as I pushed two fingers in while pressing my thumb on my clit to build up that heat that can only be turned off by a mind blowing orgasm. I stretched my arm and reached under my pillow for my s*x toy.

Yes, I have a f*****g dildo!

When you are married to a man that detests you, then you have no choice but to get acquainted with your s*x toys. I have this particular Rabbit toy that moves in a “come hither” motion mimicking fingers inside me. With this you and the image of Travis in my head, my night is always perfect. Although, it would have been much better if he pleasures me himself. But since I’m in this unfortunate situation, I’m now forced to settle for the pleasure I can provide myself. And guess what?

It’s awesome as well,

So f*****g perfect!

I feel so good after my orgasms, and that is all that matters, for now.

I turned on the vibrations on the lowest settings and place the toy over my boobs, circling around the n*****s, feeling my entire body vibrating in ecstasy, letting out soft moans, melodic moans that sounded better than his whores. With his image in my head, it’s just as if he is here right now, pleasuring me. If you ask me, I think I’m having more fun than that b***h. For all we know, she could be taking it to please him. But here I am, having real fun with the image of his hands working magic on that girl as if I was the one he had been with.

I Slid my toy over my lower belly and inner thighs, building more heat and teasing myself a little. I’m over the edge already, all I need is some serious stimulation to bring me my much needed, mind-blowing pleasure. At this point I an dripping wet, I could feel the pressure building up so I spread my thighs further apart and I began thrusting in, slowly at first.

As I thrust the toy in and out, the nub kept moving on and off my c******s in a teasing way, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head, just like that b***h that is being pleasured by my husband.

Slowly, I increased my pace, searching for that spot that will put me out of my misery. I inserted my toy inside, and I rocked my hips grinding my g-spot and c******s on the toy, moaning so loudly as I called his name repeatedly, keeping that mental picture of him close by.

Thinking about him pleasuring his whores is the fastest way to an intense blended orgasm that will surely make my night more beautiful. I couldn’t control my moans anymore. I was falling over a cliff, and there is no stopping me now. I had to hold my mouth firmly to reduce my moans so I don’t expose myself. I was moving faster now, and my hips was moving in sync with my toy, creating a rhythm that always drives me insane.

Thrusting in so fast helped me find the best spot and position to stimulate my g-spot with the perfect curve of my s*x toy. Combine that with the teasing stimulation of the clit, and it brought me an extraordinary combination for pleasure, bringing me closer and closer to the bottom of that cliff.

I’m close…

So f*****g close...

Just a little more thrust…

Yeah, baby…

Right there, that’s it…

Yeahhhh…

Mmmm….

Yes, Trav…

I’m there!

I’m close!

I’m…

“Stop!

Don’t you f*****g dare!

You are not permitted to have an orgasm, except it is from me.”

That voice stopped me from my much desired orgasm. I was so close, so f*****g close. I opened my eyes and saw him gawking at my p***y, smirking with pleasure, desiring me.

No, you are wrong…

Its not my husband, this person is certainly not Travis…

It’s the devil himself!