Author's Note: While this IS a work of fiction, I do already have one "real-life" friend who after reading this story decided to put her husband on the plan...more or less. Sorry John. Erica LOVED the idea.

"The Cuckold Diet Challenge"

My name is Rick. Richard Earl Anderson is the full–blown version, but for the purposes of our relationship, you can call me Rick. The story I am about to share with you is frightening on many levels. First, because never in my wildest dreams would I have thought my wife Danielle to be capable of such cruelty. Second, because even if I had imagined her doing so, I never could have seen myself being drawn into such a trap. Finally, given the state of the average American male's waistline, My story should frighten the men among you and possibly encourage the women among you to similar acts of treachery.

It all began about a year ago. Danielle and I were a happy, well-adjusted couple. I was 44 years old, Danielle a shining 35. I suppose I ought to give you a bit more background than that, so here you go.

I met Danielle when she interned at my law firm after her first year of law school. She was a bright, eager student, five foot four inches tall, 110 pounds, with beautiful, slightly curly red hair, dancing green eyes, a beautiful, full smile, nice legs, a 34b cup and that freckled pale white skin that ONLY works on redheads. I was a freshly minted partner, five foot ten, 170 pounds, grey eyes, black, professional hair and an athletic build. I was attracted to Danielle instantly, but the firm had let it be known that dating interns was a "hanging offense." I followed protocol meticulously, but we did occasionally run into each other in the break room, and even had a lunch or two together when we happened to be out with the same group. She gave me a smile here, I gave her a nod there, and towards the end of the summer she crooked her pretty, little finger and drew me across the room like I was on a string to help her with a file. At that point, I was toast.

On her last day, Danielle walked up to me and said, "Mr. Anderson, I know I haven't worked for you directly, but I was hoping I could leave a copy of my resume with you anyway. This firm doesn't like to use interns twice, and frankly, I feel I could broaden my experience by interning in a non-profit firm next year. If you know of one that might be hiring part-time or needs an intern for next summer, would you mind sharing my resume?"

"I'd be delighted," I choked. Smooth Rick, real smooth. "In fact, I have a friend from law school who has a small, non-profit shop. He can probably use some part time help during the school year. I'll call him tomorrow. Do you mind if I call and tell you what he said?"

"You can call me anytime, Mr. Anderson," she coyly replied.

I did call my friend, he did hire her, and Danielle and I started dating shortly thereafter. We got along well, and the sex was really good. She was adventurous, and we always had a good time in bed. She loved receiving oral, and I loved to give it, so we got along in bed as well as out. We fell in love, and married the summer after her second year. For those of you struggling with the math, I was 33 and she had just turned 24.

Danielle finished law school and went to work with my friend full time, making sure the poorest among our fair city had legal representation when they needed it. She took time off a year later to have our twins, Erin and Eric, and went back to work part-time six months later. I advanced at my firm, becoming the managing partner (a great stepping stone to senior partner) at the age of 38. With luck, I would be the boss by the time I was 45. My extremely "for profit" work provided Danielle with the income she needed to pursue her more charitable goals. It worked for us.

The twins grew, and when they were in kindergarten, Danielle resumed a more full-time professional schedule. She was a litigator at heart, but only took cases and clients she believed in. She still managed to keep her figure, but I did not.

The lunches that I once spent at the gym had become lunches at my desk or rich, club lunches with the senior partner. When I finally got off work, I wanted to take Erin to dance or coach Eric's baseball team. I've never been a morning person, so the thought of getting up at 5 A.M. to exercise was repugnant to me. What was the result you may ask? My once svelte, 170 pound body had seriously changed. By the time I was 44, I was up to 255. Ouch, that hurts to even type.

Over the years, Danielle had been patient with me about my weight, still taking the time and effort to be sexy for me, and taking very good care of me in bed. However, she also bought my clothes, and my ever expanding waistline was not lost on her when she had to get larger sizes for my suits. We had donated a veritable fortune in used suits to younger associates, her clients, and the local half-way house (they need decent clothes for job interviews). My weight had become a sore point with Danielle a couple of years prior, and it continued to grow as my clothing did. She reached the tipping point at a most unusual time – the day I made senior partner. She showed up at the firm and smiled as I was made the boss, went to dinner with the outgoing senior, the new managing partner and their wives, and was the perfect lady in public. On the long drive home, she finally decided to broach the subject she had been seething about head on.

"Rick," she stared, "I'm so proud of everything you've accomplished professionally. You're a great lawyer, a good manager, and I'm certain you're going to take that firm to new heights. You're a good provider, a good husband, and an even better father. I adore you and the twins a re certain you hung the moon."

"I sense a 'but' coming," I interjected.

"No one has ever accused you of being dumb, either," she smiled. "We need to talk about our sex life."

"What's wrong with it? I mean, I know I've put on a couple of pounds, but..."

"A couple? You call 85 pounds in 11 years "a couple'? Please."

"If I'm so gross, how come you still have sex with me?"

"Because you're my husband and I love you. I like making you happy."

"So I'm another one of your pro-bono cases?"

"Pro 'boner,' but yes, that's what you have become sexually for me. I need some relief."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying I need sex that's good for me."

"How do you propose getting that if not with me?"

"I'm soooooo glad you asked," she answered a bit too quickly. "I have a three-pronged plan of attack. First, you need to decide what kind of boss you want to be. You want your employees to keep their lives in balance, so YOU have to keep your life in balance. Hire an extra assistant, rely on the junior partners, give counsel, don't do everything yourself. Take that two hour lunch to go to the gym rather than drink with the partners. Hell, take one of them with you everyday. How does that sound so far?"

"That seems reasonable enough, I guess. We can afford another top-flite paralegal and another senior assistant. What else do you have in mind?"

"I'm glad you're with me so far," she continued. "I'm going to hire a cook at home. We can afford it, and we've been eating way too much fast food. I'm still going to come home at three, but my time will be spent working and playing with our children, not preparing the meals. Are you still with me?" she questioned.

"Absolutely. As long as there's no tofu."

Danielle smiled, chuckled, and continued, "It will be tofu free, I promise. We've covered diet and exercise. Now, to the third part of my plan of attack. Motivation. Tonight, we can do almost anything you want in bed, it's your big night. After tonight, things are going to change significantly. Starting tomorrow, you pay to play."

"You're sending me to a hooker?" I asked. "Between the new help and the cook, where am I going to get that kind of money?"

"Ha-ha. No, you WISH I was sending you to a hooker," Danielle replied sarcastically. "You have to pay me. But don't worry, I'll provide the money you'll be giving back to me. I have purchased a medical scale and placed it in our bathroom. You will weigh in tomorrow and each Saturday after that. Lose one pound in a week, get one credit, lose two pounds, get two, etc. You may redeem your credits with me at the following rates of service. A hand job will cost you one, a blow job three and intercourse five. Credits may be carried over from week to week."



"That seems a little steep." I was getting a bit concerned.

"Deal with it. I've been advancing you sex for years." Her tone told me I was right to be concerned.

"How does this help you have sex you enjoy?" I had to admit, I was intrigued.

"Two ways. First, I'll know you're trying and I can reward it. Second, there's a stick to go with the carrot."

"Okay, tell me about the stick," I said, totally unsure if I wanted to hear this.

"At least three times a month, I will get properly fucked by someone whose dick I don't have to hunt for beneath a layer of flab."

"What? YOU'RE going to screw around behind my back?"

"Heavens no," Danielle replied in a matter of fact tone, "I'm going to do it right in front of you!"

"Uh, excuse me?" I asked incredulously.

"You heard me correctly. Until your weight is at LEAST down to 200, I'm going 'out to eat. And if you gain weight in any week, it's going to get real ugly."

"What if I don't agree?" I asked, curious even if I didn't want to know the answer.

"You will," she said grimly.

"Why would I?"

"Because I know about Susan in Boston."

My heart sank, but I persisted, "Who's that?"

"The $3000 a night hooker you stayed with last time you were in Boston. Would you like to see the video? I have to be honest, that probably was the last straw. To be certain, I'll take your wallet. I have a new card for you, and I have set up a credit alert to see if you open any new personal or business accounts. Keep your firm card. I know you wouldn't use the firm's money for personal pleasure. That would cost way too much. Think of this as a reminder that screwing around on me costs way too much as well. To put it bluntly, you'll agree or you'll lose me AND the kids."



She had me over a barrel and I knew it. Every civil judge in the city adored Danielle. If she sued me for divorce for adultery, I would get totally wiped out. We pulled into the driveway and I said, "You've thought of everything, haven't you?"

"Indeed I have," she replied. Reaching into her briefcase, she pulled out a contract. "Read it carefully," she cooed. "This document is going to govern your pathetic sex life."

"I'll read it in the morning," I said, hoping she would forget about it.

"Ok, then. I'm going to bed. You need to bring that document, signed to our room by midnight, or you can forget about the last free night I promised."

She left the car, walked through the garage and into the house. I sat in the car and read the contract. There was a lot of legalese, but the major points boiled down to:

1.I would hire another executive assistant and an additional associate to work directly for me. If the partner's objected, I would offer to pay for it out of my own pocket.

2.I would hire a cook of Danielle's choosing.

3.I would use the extra time I was creating with the additional staff to exercise at least four days Monday – Friday, and would exercise on ether Saturday or Sunday.

4.I would limit myself to three alcoholic drinks a week.

5.I would get one credit certificate for each pound lost in a week. Credits would be redeemable at the rate of one per hand job, three per blow job and five for intercourse (all forms of foreplay included). Anal was specifically not available for purchase using credits.

6.I would wear a locked, semi-hard chastity device under my pants when I was away from the house.

7.I would not be allowed to masturbate at home. Any evidence of masturbation would forfeit any credits I had earned that week. Other penalties, as deemed necessary by Danielle, would be in place regarding violation of the masturbation policy.

8.At least three times a month, Danielle would have sex with someone other than me. The time, place and partners were to be of her choosing. I would be present or be required to see all encounters on video. My participation may or may not be required during said encounters. Additional encounters could be added by Danielle as punishment for my failures or by purchase with her body.

I had to hand it to her. She really HAD thought of everything. I signed and dated the contract, folded it, put it in my coat pocket and walked into the house. I stopped by the first floor master suite and knocked on the door. "Come in," Danielle called politely.

I walked in, and saw her sitting on the Queen Anne bench at the foot of the bed, still fully dressed in her emerald green suit, complete with matching heels. I walked in, pulled the contract out and handed it to her. She grinned and said, "Good boy. Now go get me a bottle of white wine on ice and a glass. I need o be a little drunk to let you do everything you want tonight. Then go upstairs, kiss the kids goodnight, pay Jennifer for watching the twins and drive her home. Knock on our bedroom door again when you have returned."

"Yes, Dear," I replied, and left to do her bidding. I was SO turned on.

The 15 minute drive to Jennifer's house was the longest of my life. Our 15 year-old babysitter attempted small talk, but I was pre-occupied. All I cared about was delivering her safely and getting back home. I willed myself to drive faster, and made great time on the return trip.

I knocked on the door and entered our bedroom when I was invited. The wine bottle was empty and turned upside down in the ice bucket. Danielle threw back the last of it in her glass, grinned, put the glass own and said, "Get your fat ass over here. I'm yours for the night. I want you to know everything you did with that whore in Boston. I looked at her web site. Like the outfit I bought after going there?" She stood up and did a twirl.

I did like it very much. The black, satin corset had lace at both the top and the bottom, and the top pushed Danielle's perfect breasts up just right. The matching opera gloves were sheer black lace, the matching thong had garters that attached to black stockings, which led down my wife's shapely leg to her spiked black heels. She had a sheer piece of black mesh thrown around her shoulders. My button down, conservative, non-profit attorney did in fact look like a VERY expensive pro.

"What do you think?" she slurred. "Would someone pay three grand for me?"

"Absolutely," I said, my voice choked with desire.

"Then get over here and treat me like you treated your whore. Don't forget, this is your freebie. In the morning, the whore is gone, and you become MY bitch."

I needed no further instruction. I walked over to Danielle and said, "Susan undressed me." I got slapped for my trouble.

"You will not use her name again. To remind you of your transgressions all night you will refer to her as 'the whore' or she.' Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes, Dear."

"Good. Now you say she undressed you?" I nodded, and Danielle began to slowly undress me and tease me all the while. A nibble on my ear, a graze of my crotch, a kiss on my nipple – I was in agony.



When she was done, Danielle asked, "What did she do next?"

"She took one of my balls in her mouth and sucked it gently, then the other, all while stroking my cock. Slowly and lightly."

"Like this?"

"Ohhhh, yes. Just like that." I was hard as a rock. "Then she took both of them in her mouth at the same time." Danielle complied. "And sucked harder, and harder until I thought they were going to come off." She continued working as I described and I moaned in sweet pain. "Then she pulled her lips off with the tension still on each ball. I remember the 'pop' it made for each one."

Pull, then pop went one nut, then the other. I almost cried. We continued on with oral to completion, and for the first time in our marriage Danielle swallowed. I went down on her while my dick was reloading and stayed down till she came in my mouth, something she normally won't do for me.

When I was ready to go again, we did it doggy style on the edge of the bed, and when I came deep inside Danielle, I knelt down behind her and licked it all out of her and down my throat. I flipped her over and continued eating her until she came again. Then I was ready to go for the third time, and I wanted her ass. Danielle's never let me go there before, and started to balk when I leaned onto her asshole. "But SHE let me, Dear" I said.

"Well, if she let you, then I guess I should too." She apparently had not thought of EVERY possibility.

I laid her down on her stomach and stood behind her. I did something else I had never done with Danielle and spanked her perfect little ass until it was red. I then spread my legs and pushed hers together. I grabbed her hair and pulled her face up so I could hear her when I entered her virgin ass for the first time. Slowly, I pushed in, causing her to whimper in pain, so I drew back to the lip of her anus and put my dick all the way in.

"Ahoww! Damn, that hurts. Make it so it doesn't hurt," she begged.

"Only one way to do that," I said. I kept thrusting until the "ows" turned into "ohs." Finally, when she came hard, I was able to cum inside her ass. I pulled out, watched it seep out of her asshole and then fell down beside her on the bed

"Anything else?" Danielle asked when she had caught her breath.

"She cleaned my up with a nice, hot, wet towel," I replied.

Danielle pushed herself off the bed and went into the bathroom. She returned with the hot towel and cleaned my up very well. She then kissed me goodnight, said, "Three grand, huh? Did she do anything better than I just did it?"

"It was sooooo much better with you," I answered.

"Then why haven't you ever asked me for or taken those kind of liberties with me?"

"Because you're my wife, not a whore. And because you never even let me lick you to completion, much less drink your cum."

"Hmm...interesting. I have to sleep on that one. Good night. I'm going to take a bath. Remember, new rules in the morning."

"Yes, Dear." I said and floated off to sleep.

The next morning, Danielle met me in the bathroom and I weighed in. 253 pounds. Ugh. She didn't chide me, she simply wrote it on a spread sheet on a clipboard and said, "Ok. Let's get this device on you."

The chastity device she had chosen was like a curved, hard plastic cast for my cock. I could use my male organ fine in the restroom (the head would keep me from "falling back"), but in the bedroom I would be totally useless in this thing. Any attempt at an erection would result in severe pain. When Danielle had finished locking me away, she stood up, smiled, and said, "Now then, what shall we make the kids for breakfast?"

We went out to the kitchen and we could hear that the twins were in the great room watching cartoons already. Danielle was seriously hung over and it had been a very late night for my 44 year-old body, so I started the coffee. I then padded off to the great room to ask the kids what they wanted for breakfast.

"Waffles with powdered sugar, Daddy," said Erin.

"Bacon, please," Eric chimed in.

"Sounds good to me," I replied, and headed back to the kitchen.

I slipped Danielle her coffee, and received a whispered, "God BLESS you" for my trouble. She looked a little like a red-haired "Cousin It" over her steaming mug. I wasn't sure if she was drinking it with her mouth or her beak, but she was content for the moment.

When breakfast was ready, I called everyone to the table. Two cups and six Tylenol later, Danielle was feeling a little better. She even managed to go get the paper and bring it back to the table. We tip well, so our paper is always at our door, not at the end of the driveway, which was probably what made the ordeal achievable for her. I put the plates of waffles and bacon in front of everyone and we said grace. The kids started to eat, and I picked up a piece of bacon and raised it to my lips. I got "the stare."
For those of you who are not married men, I will explain. The stare is a look that a woman gives her husband that has numerous possible interpretations, all of which come down to following: "You're a complete moron who has not heard a word of what I've been telling you."

The stare has been known to make grown men strip their transmissions to reverse direction at full speed to go back to the house for whatever it is their wives require immediately. It is sexual in nature, for if the stare is not obeyed immediately, marital sex will disappear over the horizon and out of the foreseeable future.

I truly believe there are contests among women to see who has the best stare, and I am CERTAIN Danielle is secretly the U.S. Open Staring champion. The bacon never made it to my lips.

"You know," I said, "I had a lot of steak at Texas DeBrazil last night. Do we have any raisin bran?" The stare changed to a smile, and I knew I had (for once) said the right thing.

The day went on, and so did chores, baseball practice, dance rehearsal, all the usual items on our Saturday agenda. As I was leaving baseball with Eric, my cell phone rang, and Danielle was on the other end. "Honey, don't forget I'm going out with Shelly tonight and you have the kids." Of course I had forgotten.

"I remember," I lied through my teeth. "I'll probably just take the kids to a movie and out for dinner."

"Great. See you at home in a few," Danielle replied, and then she was gone.

After the kids took their post practice showers, I plunked down in my easy chair with the paper. We were running later than I anticipated, so a matinee was out of the question. It would have to be dinner first, then a 9:20 movie. "Hey honey, do you think it would be ok to take the kids to the late show?" It was now 6:30.

Danielle came out of the master bedroom and into the great room. "I guess it will be ok. You'll have to deal with two very tired seven year-olds, but you did promise them a movie, and they do have to eat."

I looked up to see Danielle in a stunning, black cocktail dress, leaning over to get her left earring in. She had full make up on, and was in the new black heels from last night. No stockings, though. From her knee to her ankle was nothing but her perfect, freckled legs. I stared at my wife in dumbfounded lust. "You're wearing THAT for dinner with Shelly?"

"I said I was going out with Shelly. You assumed the dinner part. She's been depressed since she and Eric broke up, and I said I'd be her wing woman for the night. Don't worry, it'll be fine. Someone has to look after the poor thing."



Shelly was Danielle's best friend from college. She was a tall, leggy blonde, with great – assets. The CFO of a large accounting firm, Shelly was bright and accomplished. In fact, she was my firms accounting firm. She had one fatal flaw. If you put her in a room with 99 decent guys and one complete asshole, Shelly would wind up in the asshole's bed for at least a month – EVERY time.

"Poor thing? Dear, she picks the wrong guy – on purpose I think. How is it 'poor Shelly?' She's well-off, brilliant, NICE, and super hot. Shelly does not need looking after. It's whatever decent guys that will be there tonight who should be afraid. They should be VERY afraid. She will stomp on them and go home with the one jerk in the club. Where are you going, anyway?"

"I dunno, someplace Shelly likes. I'm sure it will be trendy and expensive. Good thing when I'm with her neither of us ever has to buy a drink. You think SHELLY'S 'super hot?' Boy, was THAT the wrong thing to say." The earring securely in place, Danielle twirled for me. "What am I, chopped liver?"

"More like the best filet mignon I've ever seen. I just meant that Shelly could have married a nice guy numerous times by now, but has not managed to do so. Instead, SHE pays alimony to two ex-husbands who were totally not right for her."

"You're absolutely right, and that's why I'm going. Someone has to help her in the selection process for husband number three." Her phone buzzed. "That's her. My town car apparently awaits."

"Town car? I need to negotiate better when her contract comes back up."

"Yes, you do that, dear," Danielle replied in her best baby doll voice. She kissed me on the forehead and switched back to a grown up. "Don't wait up...oh, and I'm going to tell your accountant you think she's super hot!"

I took a moment to evaluate my immediate situation. I created a list in my head.

1.It was 7:00 on a Saturday night.

2.I had my seven year old twins for the evening

3.Said twins had not yet had dinner.

4.I had promised a movie to the aforementioned children.

5.They would probably each ask if they could bring a friend.

6.My younger, sexy wife was on a mission regarding my weight and our sex life.

7.Said wife had just left the house dressed to kill with her single, equally hot friend.

8.I had to lose weight in the next week to have any sex the FOLLOWING week.

9.My cock was in a cast for which I did not have the key.

10.My lunch that day had been a double cheeseburger, fries and a chocolate shake.

Oh yeah, things were looking up for me. Wasn't it only yesterday I had become head of my law firm, had a nice, Brazilian steak dinner, and gotten to treat my pristine little wife like a total whore? With her complete permission? It had been a hell of a day, and it was only 7:00 PM.

I was right about the twins wanting company for the movie. They suggested Jimmy and Janet, two friends from twins club. I made the call, and their mom Tina said it would be awesome. But her husband Michael was working, so would it be all right if she came along too?

We decided on a restaurant and met there. A little hole in the wall Italian place called Antonio's. The kids decided to share a couple of pizzas, and Tina ordered the agnolozzi alla panna, my personal favorite. I had the grilled chicken Caesar salad with (wait for it) the light vinaigrette dressing. I wondered who on earth actually LIKED light vinaigrette. It made the romaine lettuce taste sour. I choked down my salad and looked longingly at the agnolozzi. Spinach and ricotta ravioli served in a light, asiago cheese sauce.

Tina made the agnolozzi look even better than it was. She had an elfin face, and short, dark hair. Picture Wynona Rider with a touch of mommy weight. She toyed with each bite of the pasta, and took long, slow drinks of the pinot grigio in front of her between bites. She didn't eat her meal as much as she had oral sex with it. Something started stirring in my pants, and then I winced. She knew I was paying attention. A little smirk crossed her pretty face. I paid the bill and we headed to the theatre.

"Kung Fu Panda" was just plain awful, but Tina and I put on a brave face for the kids. We walked back to the cars and parted ways. Tina gave me a hug and said, "Anytime you need an extra set of hands and I'm available, just call me. Congrats on the promotion, by the way. Danielle was so proud when she told me." With that, Tina gave me a peck on the cheek and vanished into her minivan.

It was almost midnight when we pulled into the garage. The house was still dark. I carried my sleeping children to bed one by one and got ready for bed myself. I plopped down to watch sports center and waited up for Danielle. I fell asleep, alone, around 1:00 AM. My inebriated spouse woke me at 3:00. She gave me a deep, French kiss, and there was a strange taste to her kiss I didn't recognize immediately – slightly salty. She pulled a dvd out of her purse. "Put it in, dear," she said. She pulled her shoes off and leaned back against the headboard.

"Get me some water first?" I went to the kitchen and got her water, then popped the dvd into the player. I had a sinking feeling I did NOT want to see this. I was right – for the moment.

I heard the usual "is this thing working?" crap with the lens cover on, saw a little shaking, some "drunk woman giggling" that was clearly coming from Shelly and Danielle. Then I saw my hot accountant's face up close.

"Hi Rick," she slurred. "Congratulations on the promotion. Danielle filled me in on her diet plan for you, so I decided to help last night. I found a very nice, young, hot, man at the bar, and in JUST a minute, he'll be joining us in my suite. I know what you're thinking? Why wouldn't I use my place? Well, let's just say I don't want 'cute but stupid' dropping by my house." I heard a knock in the background. "Check the time stamp and Danielle's clothes. I want you to know this actually happened tonight. I don't know whether to tell you to enjoy it or not – but here it -and he – comes!"

Shelly backed out of the screen and I saw the full suite come into view. Danielle was sitting on the edge of the bed, knees together, feet wide apart, still fully dressed. Shelly put the camcorder down and went to answer the door. In walked a very nice looking, early twenty-something guy. Judging by his height over the 5'10" Shelly, he was about 6'4". He was built like an NFL linebacker, with long, stringy, dirty blonde hair and tan muscles beneath his all black short sleeve shirt. Seeing this guy made me feel totally disgusting without even being in the room.

"Sweetie, this is the guy I found for you tonight. Meat – meet Sweetie. Sweetie, meet Meat," Shelly was always polite with the introductions. "I've explained to him that your husband has gotten old and fat, and never had much of a dick to start with, so you need someone to use for sex tonight. He saw you across the room, and agreed immediately. Rick, I know you can hear me. Note that another man needed to look at your beautiful wife ONCE and decided he HAD to fuck her."

The boy toy started to speak. "Hi," he said, sticking out his hand. "I'm...."

"No names, dear," Shelly interrupted. For tonight, you're 'Meat' and she's....let's see, 'Bitch."

"Let me call her something nicer. How about 'Baby Doll'? She doesn't look much like a 'Bitch.'"

"You know what? She's been my best friend for 15 years, and you're right. She is more of a 'Baby Doll.' You can call her that, just make sure you TREAT her like a bitch."

She turned to face the camera. "Rick, I want you to know that I have spent some time with Meat, and it's a TOTALLY appropriate nickname. I've seen his test results, so you have no health issues to fear. Meat," she said, turning back. "I've seen Baby Doll's test results. Her scummy husband went to a hooker, so she had to get tested. She's clean, and she has been on the pill since her twins were born, so you have no paternity issues to be worried about. All that being said, let's get ready to RUMBLE!!!!"

With that, Shelly stepped aside and took Meat by the hand. She walked him over to Danielle, who was still in her good girl pose on the end of the bed. Knees together, feet spread wide apart, her pale, freckled legs looked so innocent and inviting at the same time. I knew the look on her face. I'd seen it when she was waiting for a jury to come back with a big verdict for her client. She knew she had done very well, but was just a little unsure about the jury pool. I could tell that at this moment, she knew she was in for one hell of a ride, but was a little unsure of herself.

As he walked in front of Danielle, Meat spoke first. "You look so beautiful down there, Baby Doll."

" You look pretty good yourself, Meat," she responded, her eyes looking up at his Adonis like face, then evaluating him down to his already bulging crotch. "I need this. I want this. But understand that I haven't been with anyone but Rick since I was 23. That's 12 years and a set of twins ago."

"I'll be gentle."

"Don't you dare! I just wanted you to know how long it's been so you would understand why I'm nervous."

"You know you don't have to do this," Meat gently reminded her.

"The Hell I don't!" she spat. You're not getting out of this. You promised Shelly, and by God, I need it." She boldly reached out and grabbed his crotch underhanded so she had him by the balls. "I need everything these big balls have to give tonight. Oh, I need to be fucked by a big one!"

I knew my wife, and when Danielle had made up her mind, there was absolutely no sense in arguing. And in Meat's defense, why on earth would he want to argue with her? The hottest mommy / lawyer in the city was looking into his eyes and holding him by the balls and telling him to fuck her. I don't think the most devout straight guy on the planet could have said no. For that matter, I'm not sure many gay guys I know could have walked away.

"Mmmmm....that's not playing fair, Baby Doll."

"Hello. Successful lawyer," she said pointing at herself with her left hand. "We'll do ANYTHING to win."

"You don't lose much, do you?"

"Almost never."

"Then I guess I'd better do what you want."

"Damn straight."

"And what is that?"

"You know...."

"Yeah, I do. But I want that idiot husband of yours to see and hear you say it."

"We'll pretend it's a deposition, then." Still grasping poor Meat's balls, she turned her head to the left and looked straight at Shelly and the camcorder. "Hi. My name is Danielle Hensley Anderson, wife of Richard Earl Anderson. My husband has been a disgrace to me in the bedroom for several years, but I was still faithful. He not only gained 85 pounds, he capped it all off by cheating on me with a $3,000 a night whore. Tonight, payback, and I will be a total bitch. I hereby instruct this man Meat, a real man by the feel of what's in my hand, to make me his little whore. Meat, do your dirtiest. No permanent marks, no rough stuff, but other than that, use me like the little slut I want to be. Make Rick's Queen your slave girl."

Meat was worked into a total frenzy. "Unzip my pants, bitch."

"I thought you were going to call me Baby Doll."

"I changed my mind. Tonight, it will only be bitch, slut or whore. I'm not going to ask a third time. Unzip my pants, bitch!"

"With pleasure, Sir!" Danielle lustily replied. With that, she unzipped Meat's black pants and pulled down his boxer briefs. A python fell out. It had to be 9 inches long, and it was only SEMI-hard! It had a big, THICK head on it, and was probably 3 inches around. I felt my dick getting hard in it's plastic sheath and cringed at the pain.

"Oh, I'm SO sorry, Dear," Danielle cooed in my right ear as my eyes remained on the screen version of her. "I forgot about that. Let me get the key."

She went into her purse, pulled out the key and released me from my chastity device. She even rubbed my sore cock a little before saying, "Funny. I used to think this one was decent sized. Not anymore. Poor, pathetic baby. Keep watching...."

While she was talking to me in real life, television Danielle had taken Meat's meat in her mouth, as best her little mouth could take something that big. I was embarrassed that Danielle had easily deep throated me the night before. I watched like someone watching a train wreck. It was awful hideous, heartbreaking, and I couldn't pull my eyes off the screen if I had to.

Meat's 9 inches grew to 12. The girth expanded proportionately. Danielle moaned at what she was sucking hard. She could barely fit the whole tip into her mouth. Her cherry red lipstick smeared onto her face as Meat pushed himself deep inside her mouth.

"Remember, you set the ground rules, bitch," he warned. With that, Meat drew back, grabbed the back of my beautiful wife's head with both hands and slammed himself down her throat.

Though, it was not her first deep throat experience, Danielle gagged hard. "Relax, breath through your nose and suck it deeper down your throat, whore," Meat commanded. Danielle complied, whimpering as best she could with a foot long ear of thick, summer corn crammed past her esophagus.

After she had gotten the least little bit used to his size in her mouth and throat, Meat gave his next warning. "I hope you don't have to do any singing this weekend. Your mouth and throat are going to be VERY sore."

As he finished, Meat began to fuck Danielle's face in earnest. He slammed her head hard, fast, and continuously. There was no mercy in his eyes or his pounding. I had never seen any woman outside of a Jenna Jameson video get her face fucked as hard or as long as Meat fucked Danielle's. Meat was young, and I knew his cock would explode VERY soon at this rate. I also knew he was just taking the edge off so he could make Danielle his cum filled and cum soaked whore. Meat did not disappoint. I started to stroke my rejuvenated cock.

"Don't forget the contract, Sweetie," Danielle gently chided as she slapped my hand away. I watched in horror as I heard Meat groan like someone who was dying as he came in her mouth on screen.

He kept fucking her head as he continued to cum. Danielle did what she could to swallow all of it, but there was just tooooo much. Cum gushed from her now "chipmunk" cheeks as Meat yanked her head back. Some of the cum fell to the floor, some sprayed onto Danielle's cute, freckled face, some into her adorable red curls. "You better clean it all up, whore!" Meat yelled.

Danielle feverishly went to work to do just that, acting like a woman possessed. Some had slipped down to Meat's balls. Danielle licked them like they were her last meal.

"Good slut!" Meat encouraged her, moaning in pleasure. "You act like you've never had a full size cock in your mouth before."

"I apparently haven't," Danielle conceded.

"And?"

"I don't know how I'll ever go back to something smaller."

Meat laughed, "Beds and cocks. Once you go king size, nothing else will do!"

"I'm afraid you're right," Danielle purred.

"Come here, slut. You haven't gotten anything approaching what you're gonna get tonight."

With that, Meat lifted Danielle up by the hair and reached around behind her. He undid the dress with the ease of a pro. It fell to Danielle's ankles. She wore NOTHING underneath. She stood there in the new, black heels, her diamond choker and earrings, and nothing else. Meat walked her out of the dress into the middle of the room.

"Oh, my fucking God," Shelly editorialized. "You DID it!"

"Did what?" Meat demanded.

"She shaved her pussy. And hubby has been begging for her to do it for years!"

"But you didn't do it for him, did you, slut?" Meat asked.

Danielle slowly shook her head. As Meat walked around her, eyeing her like she was livestock he was considering purchasing, she whispered, "I did it for you, Sir."

"THAT is the right answer, bitch. Turn around and face the camera. Show your pathetic husband what you'll do for a real man you won't do for him."

Danielle did as she was told, and for the first time I saw her freshly shaven mound. Her pussy lips looked swollen, her clit at full attention. I could tell she was SERIOUSLY turned on.

"You've been a bad wife tonight, slut. Spread your legs and put your hands on the bed." Danielle did as he commanded. God, was this my accomplished, brilliant, confident wife? He was treating her like a $50 street whore.

Meat finally took his shirt off and revealed one of the most perfect, bulky, muscled cores I had ever seen. The guy could be a Chippendale dancer, except no one would ever question Meat's sexual orientation. Meat was an animal. In the same way sharks were eating machines, Meat was a fucking machine. You could tell just by looking at him it was all he cared about, and that he was world class at it.

Meat stepped to the side of Danielle and told her to spread her legs wider. His move prompted Shelly to walk around to the other side of the room. Meat traced around Danielle's perfect ass with his index finger and she shivered in pleasure. She moaned in anticipation. "Nice ass," he said. "I can tell you play tennis. Those legs and that ass belong to someone who chases a fuzzy yellow ball at least three times a week. Do you play tennis, slut?"
"Yes, sir."

"Where?"

"At our country club."

"Ah, so you're a country club slut...."

"I was a debutante, and now my husband and I have a membership at an even nicer club than my parents belong to."

"So hubby doesn't screw up EVERYTHING?"

"No, he makes a very nice living."

"Apparently, so did Daddy."

"Oh, yes."

"Were you daddy's darling?" She nodded.

"And hubby treats you like the Queen Bee?" She nodded again.

"I bet you never even got a spanking when you were a little girl...." She shook her head.

"And I'm sure wimp hubby has never raised a hand to you." She shook her head again.

"Pity. That ass is perfect for spanking. And I'm going to prove it. This is going to hurt, but don't you move or cover up."

With that, Meat traced around her ass one more time and drew his big gun back over his head. He brought it down with a force that would have crippled most people. "Boom!" Meat's hand exploded on her ass cheeks. In spite of her warning, Danielle cried out "AHHHH!"

Her breathing was ragged as Meat toyed with her ass some more. Shelly was so shocked she said, "Oh, shit. I can't believe this. It is SOOO hot. Her breathing became ragged with desire too. He drew back and spanked her again. And again, and again. Stroke after stroke, he had no mercy. Finally, Danielle fell forward onto the bed.

"I guess that will show you who belongs to who, but we're going to make sure." With that, Meat flipped Danielle over on her back with ease. He reached down to his pants and drew his belt out. My cock felt like it was about to explode. I dared not touch it.

On screen, Meat coiled his belt to shorten it, then began lightly spanking Danielle's freshly shaved clit. The sensation drove her wild. She tried to close her legs, but Meat stepped between her knees and warned her, "Take it...you need to be taught who owns you."

He stepped back an aimed between her legs. The flat coil caught her flush on her already inflamed pussy lips. Her nipples were fully erect. She protested with moans, but clearly, Danielle was in heat.

Meat beat HER meat for a few minutes, reached up and bit first one erect nipple, then the other, then drew away. He started finger thumping her clit and saying, "tell me what you want."

She had lost the power of speech. She moaned like the whore she was becoming, "You!"

"Tell me what you want..." he continued thumping her clit.

"Your cock," she cried between sobs.

"How do you want it?"

"Any way you want to give it to me. Just please do it from the front. I can only stand my pitiful husband from behind."

"Beg me...."

"Please..."

"That's not begging, debutante bitch."

"Please, fuck me hard. And let me watch."

"You don't need it, do you?"

"Oh God, I need it. I'll do anything you want, just fuck me like the whore I am!"

"Anything?" Thump. thump, thump.

"Anything!!! I promise...just please do it NOW!"

"Your wish is my command." Meat stepped back pulled Danielle's crotch roughly to the edge of the bed and lifted her little pussy up to his waist level. He drew back and slammed his now FULLY erect piece of meat into her tight, shaved hole.

"Unnnnnnnhhhhh!!!!" cried Danielle. "My God! I've never felt anything like it."

"I'm only two thirds in, bitch."

He pushed all the way in and she screamed. "Aahhhhhh! That fucking thing is going to tear me in two!!!!!" A knock on the door interrupted the action. Meat stayed buried in Danielle while I listened to Shelly answer the door."

"Ms. Martin, is everything ok?" the concerned bell boy asked.

"Perfect Tommy. Don't worry about it."

"But the guests in the room down the hall thought someone was being beaten in here."

"It was the tv Tommy. Tell them I'll turn it down. Here's a little something for you to keep them off my back. Come back later and I'll give you a different kind of tip. After you're off duty, of course. My tv is making me rather aroused...."

"Yes, Ms. Martin." And Tommy was gone.

Shelly came back, picked up the camcorder and said, "That ought to give us the time we need. Action!"

It was like they had been paused. Meat started moving again, drawing almost all the way out of Danielle with each stroke. I could see her pussy juice on his thick shaft and was jealous beyond belief. He stopped with the head at her opening and did something I couldn't see. Danielle gasped. "Do it again!!!! Flare the head right there."

He did it again, and I could see his abs contract. She cried in pleasure. Then he drew all the way out, drew his hips back and nailed her from six inches outside her lips. "Godddd help me!"

"Take it, slut!"

Meat started pile driving Danielle until her hips were sore. He pulled the spikes of her shoes to bring her legs up on his chest and shoulders and continued his merciless assault.

She cried when he bottomed out and hit her cervix. She cursed him and begged for more. Finally, she went completely over the edge. Danielle's abs contracted, and I could tell she was cumming. Only I had never made her cum like this.

"Mother fucking cock. Meat, more!!!!" She clenched her abs and I saw MEAT wince in pain at the muscles squeezing his massive hard on. He kept on fucking through her waves of pleasure, driving her into the throes once more. She was sweating profusely, and her pale face had turned beet red as she let a string of obscenities encouraging him to do more.

Finally, Meat started gasping as he tried to maintain his control. He could not. "AAAGGGGGHHHHHH! Take that, take all my cum!!!!" Danielle moaned as she came with Meat. He finally collapsed, falling off to her side.

"Damn!" said Shelly. "I need a cigarette. I've never had a full orgasm just WATCHING before, but you two were amazing!"

The two performers were too winded to talk. After a couple of minutes, Meat said, "We're not done, yet."

"Oh sir, my poor pussy couldn't take another stroke."

"Who said anything about your pussy?"

"You don't mean my ass?"

"I want it. Give it to me."

"Now? You can't be ready to go again yet..."

"Guess again. Take a look." Meat was true to his word. The python was uncurling. He stood up, flipped Danielle over and raised her up on her knees.

"But...."

"You said 'anything,'" he reminded her gently.

"I know, but...."

"I don't care."

Danielle gritted her teeth and prepared herself for the onslaught. "I just loss my anal cherry last night," she protested.

"I don't care. I gave you what you wanted, now you're going to give me what I want."

"You'll kill me."

"No, you'll just wish I had." He stepped back, gave her one, good smack on the ass and grabbed the small of her back with both hands around her tiny waist. "Here it comes!!!" he warned. He slammed his cock straight into her almost virgin ass. My puny dick the night before had not in any way prepared her for what was to come.

"AAAAAAHHHH!!!!" Danielle said as tears poured from her eyes. "You prick. Why?"

"Cuz you're a spoiled brat who needs to be taught a lesson." He drew back and began to fuck her tight hole in earnest. No mercy was given when she cried and begged. Because it had only been about ten minutes, since Meat had last cum, I knew this one was going to take a while. I noted the timer – 42 minutes.

At 58 minutes, Danielle's screams were muffled in the pillow and Shelly was in shock. SHE was moaning in pleasure again. Meat called Danielle a whore, a slut, a bitch, and more importantly – HIS. Finally, at 1:03 on the timer, Meat gave his all. I could see his balls contract as he poured every last drop of his cum into Danielle's ass. She came as loudly as he did – cursing like a woman possessed. When he pulled out, she collapsed forward on to the bed.

"Get up," Meat said, throwing Danielle's dress at her. Put it on right now.

"But I want to shower..." she protested.

"Nope. You're going home just like that."

"But I have your cum EVERYWHERE."

"Put it on."

Danielle did as she was told.

"Now take the whore's walk of shame through the lobby and get in the town car. It will be waiting. Shelly will give you my number. Are you going to call me?" Danielle nodded. "Good. Shelly's going to give me YOUR number at work and at home – and you can bet I'm going to call you."

Danielle turned, faced the camera, looked into my eyes and said, "I'm on my way home dear. Clean me up now. Use your tongue and clean all of this off and out of me. You're forgiven for Boston. But we still have a contract, and I expect you to live up to it."

"That's all folks!" Shelly chortled and stopped the camcorder.

I turned around and looked at my wife. She was a mess. Gently, lovingly, I removed the dress from her half limp body and began to follow the instructions on the tape. I licked everyplace there might be a drop of Meat or Danielle's cum. I sucked it out of her pussy. I sucked it out of her ass. I licked it off her legs. I kissed it off her cheeks and lips. As I kissed her deeply, my erection would be denied no longer. I came all over stomach. I went down and licked that up too.

When I was done cleaning Danielle, I went and drew her a hot, oil bath. I carried her to the tub, gently placed her in the steaming water and bathed her while she remained silent. I lifted her out of the tub, dried her gently and rubbed her red ass cheeks gently with lotion. I carried her to bed and put her under the covers. I went back to the bathroom, cleaned my cock off and went beck to bed. Danielle snuggled into me warmly. She seemed to be coming out of her sex induced haze.

I awoke the next morning to an empty bed. "9:30 sleepy head!" Danielle called over the hairdryer. "We don't want to be late for church!"

I got up, and went about the business of getting ready for Mass. I went to the kitchen, saw the kids fully dressed and eating doughnuts, grabbed my raisin bran and sat down. Danielle came out a few minutes later, struggling with the same earrings she had worn the night before, then slipping on the shiny black heels.

"Cool shoes, Mom." Eric said.

"Thanks, Honey," Danielle replied. "Daddy bought them for me. Rick, zip me up, will you?"

I stood to do my duty, and leaned in to kiss her on the neck. "Raisin bran," she whispered. "Good boy."

I knew at that point, it had not been a dream. It was real. We were headed to Mass, and I knew my wife would give her confession to Father Kelly. But it was I who would do the penance.

End of Chapter One