The Hottest Person You Never Deserved

haha i intended this thread to go in the direction of "that girl i should've married when i was young and not a retard"

 

Nope, I married the right one. "Out of my league" =/= "long term relationship".

 

I used to be thin. That's when everyone I dated was pretty much out of my league, including LBC. She just made me fat again.

 

Deserve/schmeserve, I haven't deserved any of the fine ladies that I've been blessed with, least of which my new wife. I was just looking at our wedding photos, and one of me and her dancing, and all I could think of was Beauty and the Beast. I'm a thick bastid and she's a ballet dancer, with a J-Lo booty, nice rack and thin waist, pretty to boot. Me, see that pic of Barney Rubble there <---- (avatar)? Well, I almost look that good.

 

I have two, one of them I am still married too, however we have been separated for over a year and are now "dating". I won't say who the other one is, at least not publicly.

 

I deserve Jessica Alba; but damn, she just won't return my calls.

I'm not sure where "deserve" fits in with consenting adults. Anyone I've dated has agreed to the date, who am I to dispute whether or not I deserve it.

 

Every body I've ever been intimate with burned me eventually, & I don't think I deserved any of it. It was all fun, though.

 

I still wonder sometimes if I deserve S from the hawtness factor. From the rest, I totally do.
He's just got these lips...

Annnyway, nope, never have had one I deserved but got away. Mr. Italian Midget with Brain Damage was the only guy other than S that I actually went out with, and that was disasterous. Yeah... next thread.

 

sweet baby 6 pound 4 oz jesus you must tell this story

 

Well, he was a cocky Italian midget...

 

I'm pretty sure that I have one of those sleeping on my couch every night. Thank god he pays rent.

 

Topics like these always seem to take me back to the times, I was in my twenties...

Probably because I've been with hubby for ages. Never get to hear such nice things some men here say about their wives. Sniff, lol... Makes me wonder, don't I deserve to hear them, hm.

But then again, I chose functionality as well. I've never been into guys that look too good, especially in their own mind.

Often though, when I've met men, that seem very nice and considerate, I wonder, could they be true. Too hot for me would be someone, whom I could really talk to about anything, and they wouldn't get frustrated... I had that for a while with a person, I learned to know via net, but to be fair, I spoiled it myself.

 

Now that I think of it, I might not have deserved the good looking ladies, but I also didn't deserve to be crapped on by most of them either...

 

That’s easy my wife. She’s the quintessential Hot Wife. She’s younger than I and very sexually active. Still we have fun with sex as it should be.

 

Back in the early 90s, I was best man at a friends wedding (just outside Charleston, SC.) I'm from the west coast (Oregon), so my wife and I flew out to participate. After the wedding, the reception was held at a nearby rented hall, which had what seemed to me like a hugely out-of-proportion landing lot. Since I was driving a rental car and didn't want to get it scratched, I parked in the furthest corner of the lot, away from the building. This is South Carolina in June, so we were all sweating like pigs and everyone in the wedding party (even the locals) were dying to get out of formal clothes and into some casual lightweight stuff. When I went to take my (rental) tux out to my (rental) car, I discovered that several other drivers apparently had the same idea I had about protecting their cars because my rental was now surrounded by a cluster of half a dozen or so additional cars. Anyway, I unlocked my car and opened the rear driver's side door to lay my suit-bag down on the seat. When I stood back up and turned around, there stood Kristy, the maid-of-honor (also the brides best friend and, like me, married.) She'd changed into a halter-top sun dress with a back that was open so low, you could see the top of her (very attractive) butt crack. I don't know what kind of material this dress was made of but it was so thin and light that, when she stood with the sun behind her (as she was doing then), it was damn near transparent! It was thin enough that I could see her nipples and could tell that she wasn't wearing any underwear!

Kristie was breathtaking. (At the time, I felt that my friend was marrying the wrong woman. Time has proven that he made the right choice after all.) As I stood there gawking, she stepped forward, put her arms around my neck, pressed her entire body solidly up against mine and, with her gorgeous face no more than three inches from mine, breathily murmured, "I think you made a GREAT BEST MAN." Then, with no warning at all, she closed the gap between her face and mine, and kissed me. This wasn't some little chaste kiss on the cheek. This was an open-mouthed-tongue-down-your-thoat-tooth-grinding kiss that just shouted I want you to fuck me until I go horse from screaming! More out of reflex than another else, I wrapped my arms around her back, pulled her even harder against me, and returned the kiss. She felt, and tasted, heavenly!

Given my positive response, she pushed her tits even harder into my t-shirt covered chest and started grinding her pelvis against mine. I don't know how long that clinch lasted but we eventually came up for air. Then she looked over my shoulder at the open back door of my rental car, and the mostly empty back seat. Then she looked at me and then back to the back seat. At that point, I would have had to have been a month dead not to figure out that she wanted me to fuck her, right then and there. Up until this point, it'd been fun, if not more than a little puzzling. (According to my wife and a number of other female friends, I was apparently not terribly hard on the eyes back then. Even so, I'd never been jumped quite that forcefully before by any woman, let along a stunningly beautiful married one!)

To this day, I regret that I didn't take her up on it. (I told my wife about it later and asked her how she would have felt if I'd fucked Kristy. My wife told me that she'd have felt extremely smug about it. Sort of , you can borrow him but I know he'll always come home to me!) My only real issue was Joe, Kristy's husband. If I'd been certain I could have nailed her without him ever knowing, I'd have done it in a heartbeat. However, even with us being out that far in the parking lot and pretty much hidden from everyone else back at the reception, the last thing I wanted was having Joe drive a tire iron through my spine while I was thrusting in between his wife's legs.

If I could turn back time to that moment, I definitely fuck her brains out!

(There was another opportunity missed in my youth, with a different woman, but I'll save that one for another time.)

 

All the thread necromancy has brought up some good ones. This one I don't quite get the question at a logical level. I've been with some truly beautiful women, some good looking enough they were paid solely based on their looks, but deserve or not deserve is an odd way to put it. Anyone in such a position could maybe feel they were out of their league, but they obviously wern't.

 

Had my share of sexy men...that's all I'll say about that...