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... through with sending out the pic and the video. She's a spiteful bitch. I can't bear to lose my job and have all my friends and family looking at me like I'm a whore."

"Ok, Katie. I understand," I said calmly. "Then if you are going to complete your bet tonight, you need to grin and bear it. No more tears, no more sobs. Sal is right, you were the one that wanted to bet and kept upping the ante. I tried to stop you, and you shut me down. I'm not trying to say I told you so, but I am telling you that to get through this, you have to follow through."

She sniffled and took a couple of hitching breaths, "I understand."

"No, you don't," I said with more anger than I intended. "You don't understand. I'm your husband and you're going to be exposing yourself and sucking other guys' cocks. I'm the only one that should be seeing that, doing that." She let out another sob and wiped away a tear. "Get it out now. Get your tears out, because I'm not going to watch you pay off your debt as if you hate it, as if you're being tortured, when there is nothing I can do. I don't expect you to like it. God, I hope you don't. I hope you hate it. But you can't act like that, or it will rip my heart out."

Katie's mouth fell open, "I, I, it's not my fault...don't be mad,"

My anger continued to rise, "The fuck it's not your fault! Don't be mad? You're my wife. Your humiliation is my humiliation. Don't be mad? Kate, this is ALL YOUR FAULT."

I had been keeping calm during the game, ...

... trying to keep her calm. Trying to win. Now I couldn't contain it anymore. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, then another. The anger seeped out of me as I decided I wasn't going to share this humiliation with her."It's not fair that you involved me in this, so you know what? I'm divorcing you for the next hour."

"What? Oh my God!" she wailed.

"Katie, shut up and listen. I blame you, you fucked up. We got involved in this bet because of you, it became crazy because of you, and honestly, we lost because of you. It wasn't a family bet, it was your bet. So for however long it takes to get from this pool room into our car, I'm just a patron of Bucky's Tavern watching a naked girl that made a stupid bet get humiliated. When we walk out of this bathroom I'm not your husband until you get into our car. Then I will love you and cherish you again, more than ever." I looked at her, waiting for her to respond.

"Ok, Dave. I get it. You're right. It IS all my fault and you shouldn't have to take the walk of shame with me." She slipped off her wedding ring and handed it to me.

I leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "You're on your own when we walk out of here. The bet was to strip naked, go out to the stage with the beer bottle, spread your legs, fuck yourself with the bottle and suck any cock that wants it?"

"And swallow every drop," Kate added.

"Yeah, and swallow every drop. Do you need to do anything to your pussy?"

"What? For what?"

"The bottle needs to go ...