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The Cuckold Diet Challenge

By: razorlyt



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." 


The Cuckold Diet Challenge Ch. 02



The Cuckold Diet Challenge Ch.02

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Chapter 2: It's all about the contract

My continuation of the The Cuckold Diet Challenge by RazorLyt. (2/2/09)

http://www.literotica.com/s/the-cuckold-diet-challenge

When I first read this story, I was stunned. What kind of woman would suggest this? What kind of man would accept it? The writing was well above average, but the story itself was despicable. So of course, it had me thinking...

In the initial telling, Danielle surprises her husband, on the biggest day of his career, with an ultimatum. Sign a contract to lose weight, or she'll divorce him and take the kids. For adultery, since she has evidence of him meeting with a high-priced call-girl. The kicker is, he'll wear a cock-cage, be doled out sexual benefits for credits he earns by losing weight, while she's going to go out and get sex three times a month from strangers until he loses more than 50 lbs.

In exchange for signing, she gives him an incredible night of sex, then the punishment and humiliation start the very next evening. Danielle goes out with her best friend, picks up a stud at the bar with a 12" cock (the original author's size choice, hardly mine), and proceeds to get her brains fucked out, with her friend taping the whole scene. She comes home a mess and makes Rick, her husband, watch the tape, where he's made fun of and humiliated. At the end, she requires him to lick her clean, and he goes along.

Thus the table is set. She has him over a barrel, and he's doomed to be a cuckold until he gets in shape...or is he?

This is a very long continuation. It's a complex situation, with the husband cheating first, and agreeing to a revenge which goes way over the top. There is no violence in this one, maybe a little on the periphery, but not instigated by the protagonist. 

There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed. If I find a story that's been left hanging for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps. 

For information on how I decide which stories to continue, please check my profile.

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After church, I told my wife that I needed to go shopping. She was right, I had let myself get out of shape, and there was no excuse for that. I was going to turn my basement into a gym.

Why my basement? There was no way I was going to go to a public gym wearing a damn chastity device. No fuckin' way!

I also wanted to get away from her. I'd been caught up in the moment the previous night, and now I felt humiliated and disgusted with myself. I didn't understand how I could get excited watching my wife get used and abused. I couldn't stand to face her or my kids.

She encouraged me to go, even gave me a credit card to pay with, since she'd taken mine away. Shortly afterward I had purchased over $3,000 worth of equipment to be delivered the following day. It only took a little more than an hour, which was important. I had more on my mind than shopping for exercise gear.

Tom took my call, and agreed to see me immediately. He was one of the equity partners, and long time friend. It was he who had opened the firm's door a crack, giving me a peek inside, and I'd made the most of the opportunity. I'd known both him and his wife since college. If I was going to deal with this situation, I would need help. The first person I considered was Tom.

"Rick! Come in, can I get you something to drink?" He waved his open beer at me. 

"Only water. I'm trying to lose a little weight."

He nodded. "Probably not a bad idea. You're letting the work and stress get to your waistline."

I followed him into the kitchen, accepting the bottled water. "Actually, that's part of why I'm here. I've gotten myself into a bit of a mess."

I followed him out to the porch, and informed him of my predicament. I'd known Tom forever, my closest friend at the firm. I felt I could trust him implicitly, and I held nothing back. Nothing.

"You agreed to it?" he asked.

"Pretty stupid, right?"

"Why? You know better than that."

"She caught me off-guard, hit me with the cheating, and the ultimatum. She made it sound like the choices were go along, and get some of the best sex of my life, or face divorce and loss of the kids. I was half drunk, high on my recent promotion, and seriously horny. I certainly wasn't expecting what she did, the very first night of our agreement. Now I'm screwed."

"She screwed around, made you watch a DVD of it, and you took care of her afterward? What the fuck, Rick!"

"God, Tom. It sounds so stupid now. I figured I owed her, you know. I did fuck around on her. One time, but still. When she said she was going to get some of her own, I figured she'd at least be discrete, go out, get laid, and come home to rub my face in it a little. My punishment. After the first time, I figured she'd take it easy. I don't think that's what she has in mind."

"I never knew her to be such a cold, calculating, vindictive bitch."

I shrugged. "I think she's just hurt. She has a point, I have let myself go."

"Fuck. Listen to yourself. She has a point? You deserve to be treated that way? Fuck that. You let her get away with this, you'll be eating creampies out of the slut every night for the rest of your pitiful life! First time the partners hear of this, you'll be gone faster than you can imagine. We can't have that kind of shit getting around."

"What am I supposed to do? She caught me. I signed the fucking paper. It's already started."

"Take your fuckin' wuss cuck hat off, and remember what you are. You're a lawyer, a damn good one. There's not a contract in the world that can't be broken or subverted. Especially not yours."

"I know it's not strictly legal. Still, I did agree to it. If I go and break it, any chance of holding my family together is probably doomed."

"Buddy, you go along with this, you don't have a family. Your kids will never respect you, and it's obvious your wife doesn't. You've got to pull yourself together. You've got the biggest balls in the boardroom that I know of. Do you just leave them there when you go home?"

"She's my wife, Tom! Eleven years of marriage. Twins. I don't want to lose them. It's just that damned contract. Why the hell did I ever sign it?" It was embarrassing, I was on the verge of crying. He was right, when did I tear off my balls, lock them up, and hand her the key?

"So let's look it over. Maybe we can keep the contract, and deal with the situation appropriately. Let's face it, she needs you. She's used to a certain lifestyle you provide. You have the twins, and more than a decade of raising them ahead of you. She controls the pussy, but you control the bankroll."

"Not completely. She's always handled the money and the bills."

Tom shook his head. "For a brilliant attorney, you're pretty fucking stupid. You let her control everything?"

"I trusted her. She had the time. I was working 60-70 hour weeks as the managing partner. She puts in maybe 30 at her job. With the kids in school for the last couple of years, I let her take over all the finances."

"Alright, shut up before I have to slap you. At least tell me that you understand any threat of divorce for adultery is now eliminated."

It only took me a second to realize he was right. "She had sex with me."

Tom nodded. "Exactly. Once she'd confronted you with the cheating, and then allowed you to have whatever you wanted in bed that night, it was a de facto acceptance. She should have known that."

I started looking at it, as if it was happening to someone else, not me. I was getting excited. "Plus, now I have the evidence of her adultery, and I did not have sex with her afterward."

"And..."

"And I can divorce her for adultery. I have the video proof. I have witnesses. I have not accepted it."

He grimaced. "That last part's not completely true. You did agree to let her have sex three times a month. In writing."

My balloon of happiness popped. "Shit. That sucks."

"But..." Tom said, waiting.

"But..." I thought about it and smiled. "If she does it more than three times, she's completely fucked. Plus, it was signed under coercion, blackmail, essentially."

He smiled. "Now that's the Rick I remember. What do you want to do about this whole situation? Divorce her? Make her pay?"

I thought about it. "I love her. She's a good mother. The sex is pretty damned hot. I just can't stand her being with other guys, this whole humiliation and torture shit, and the disrespect. Fuck, Tom, she told her best friend, and made her a part of it! I think she told another friend of hers, Tina. I'm not sure about that, but it sure seemed weird with her. I wonder who else the bitch told?"

I sighed. "If I can't get her to stop, I guess it's over. Divorce probably, under my terms. Yes, I cheated on her. I hired an escort, discretely, no humiliation, no rubbing it in her face. I paid to get what she won't give to me. What she's doing is complete bullshit. It's revenge, mean and hateful. She's willing to do the things she denied me, with some local big-dick low-life. Went out and got the biggest cock she could find. If she wants to be a slut, punish and humiliate me, she's going to do it on her own and pay."

"So, how are you going to take over control?"

"I guess I need to start with the finances. Make sure I won't have to pay through the ass if it all goes sour. Find a way to neutralize that contract, and see if I can make her understand how hurtful and unfair this all is. Make sure she knows I'm not going to be her willing, wimp cuckold."

"You ever use your sabbatical?" Tom asked.

Sabbatical. I had never even thought about that. "No. I thought most of the partners saved that until the end of their careers, sort of a bonus."

"Most, but not all. Remember Dean? He took a round the world cruise. You've put your ten years in as a partner. You've got three months coming, full salary, or six months, half salary. In your position, I'd say the full salary makes a lot more sense at this point. You'll lose your end of year bonus if you go the six month route."

"I just made Senior Partner. I hardly think that's going to go over well," I reminded him.

"Hell, Uncle Mike will love to stay on, until you're ready. He's only letting go of the reins 'cause Aunt Meg is insisting. He won't be hard to convince. He was only cutting back to part-time anyway. No, we can deal with you taking a sabbatical now."

"But what does that really gain me?"

"God damn it, Rick! Step back and look at this like it was happening to a client. Stop pitying yourself, and do what you need to here! You're a lawyer; think like one!"

I thought about it. Ramifications of leaving work for three months. What I could do with the time. How we could handle the perceived shortage of funds. Possibilities started to appear in my mind's eye. I heard my friend chuckling when I started to smile. "Oh yeah. The shoe's on the other foot now."

Tom grinned. "Tell me what you're thinking."

"I'll tell her I quit. I'll need you guys to go along with me. We'll have no money coming in. I'll hide the money I do get. Spend all my time working out and getting in shape, as well as taking care of the kids. She'll no longer be the primary caregiver. It won't take me a year to lose the weight, probably won't take more than four months. When money gets tight, let her get a real job for a while, and deal with the stress. Let's see her find time for all the country-club tennis, and afternoon workouts. Fuck, of course she's in shape, she had time to take care of herself. She doesn't do anything."

"Still, you gonna let her fuck around three times a month, while you get squat?"

"Fuck that. Let's break this contract."

I pulled out my copy, and laid it in front of him. We went over the conditions point by point.

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

We read through the full legal verbiage, and I was almost ashamed for her. My associates put together better contracts.

"First problem. You're not working, what are you going to do with an assistant?"

"Easy. I'll hire an executive assistant who will also serve as my personal trainer. I don't expect to be totally idle work-wise for the next few months, so I'll also find an associate to work with me on any legal work I need to handle. Hotties, both. I don't imagine you'd be willing to pay for them, would you Mr. Partner?"

Tom laughed. "No, I don't imagine any of the partners will agree to paying for assistants on your sabbatical. That's coming out of your own pocket. Sounds to me like the good ship moneybags has sprung a leak." He was looking over the contract. "By the way, if you'd like we could throw a little pro bono work your way. You can get a chance to see how her side of the aisle does things."

I would hire a cook of Danielle's choosing.

"Any issues with number 2?" Tom asked. The wording was cut and dried. No surprise on that one.

"None. She's a lousy cook anyway. If I'm fat, her culinary skills contributed. She works 30 hours a week at most, and we still eat fast food half the time. I could use a good chef. Plus, it's one more way to drain the ready cash reserves."

"Done. Next?"

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.

"Again, any problems with this?" Tom asked.

"No", I answered. "I'll be working out 7 days a week, it's my new job. She's right about that. I'm tired of being fat and out of shape."

He reviewed the wording. "This contract is crap. Nowhere does it specify the duration or intensity of the workouts. Seriously, 10 minutes of beer-can curls could qualify."

I would limit myself to three alcoholic drinks a week.

"Alcohol?" Tom asked.

"Reasonable. I don't drink that much as it is, except for business functions. If I want to push it, I can always pour myself a pitcher of beer, and drink from it. No specific quantities attached to the drink specification. Another glaring hole," I explained. "Hell, if she had stuck with the first 4 points, I'd have no problem with any of it."

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

Tom sounded angry when he spoke. "Now we come to the bullshit. You see what she's doing here, right? Average weekly weight loss on a diet is around two pounds. The way she has it, if you get one handjob a week, it'll be over a month between fucking. She'll get hers, and you'll get none."

"I know. I told her I thought the cost was pretty steep. She wouldn't budge. She told me to deal with it."

"What do you want to do about these credits?" Tom asked.

"Any suggestions?"

Tom was reading through all the legalese, and chuckled. "One obvious point. I can't believe she missed it. Does it specify who will do the redeeming?"

I grinned. He was abso-fucking-lutely right. "You know, when she broached the subject she said it would be with her, but it is definitely not spelled out that way in the contract. I can work with this. I won't be using the credits. Not to be with her, after she's been fucking around bareback with random strangers. If she doesn't straighten out and make things right, I'll use 'em, but not with her cheating ass. If she wants an open marriage, if she gets to fuck around on the side, I'm sure as hell going to do the same for the short duration the marriage lasts." 

"Nice," Tom laughed. "When you're hiring your assistants, you sure as shit best keep these credits in mind. Hell, it's actually a damn good motivation. Every five pounds you lose, you get to fuck some hot young thing. What husband wouldn't go on that diet plan?"

I laughed. "See? You're not half as useless as you look."

"And nobody's half as useless as you look, old friend."

I flipped him the bird.

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

"This seems like a deal breaker on the surface," Tom noted, reading the details.

Not to me. Not anymore. I was back on my game, thinking like an attorney, not some wimp cuckolded husband. I checked the verbiage carefully. "Really? Think about it," I answered, grinning.

He sat back concentrating and I saw the awareness hit. "You got it with you now?" he asked.

I nodded, "Wearing it, like an idiot. Fuck, what was I thinking?" Once again, I couldn't believe how easily I had rolled over, accepting her unreasonable demands. Those days were over. 

"When you leave here, I'd stop by that sex store on Maple Ave. They carry a long line of those things. I'm sure you can pick up a spare key."

"And how would you know about that?" I teased.

He turned red. "Nothing's wrong with a little kink with the wife, as long as it's mutually agreed upon, and it pays off."

I smiled. "Married to your wife, I imagine it pays off pretty handsomely."

"No complaints on my part. Ever. Luckiest mother-fucker alive, most of the time."

"You see anything wrong with wearing it strapped to my leg, not around my tool? Fits the criteria, right?"

"As long as you keep it locked." He was grinning now.

I nodded. "Of course. I don't want to break our deal, do I?"

He laughed again, reading the next item.

I would not 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.

"At this point, that rule is pointless," Tom observed. "You can do anything you want but masturbate at home. A handjob from your new cute assistant would solve that, and only cost you one credit."

"Yeah, and anything I do away from home, no issues. Contractually, once I'm outside the door, I'm free to do what I want. I think I'll have to look into what exactly a home is. I believe the porch is fair game."

"Since your chastity device won't get in the way, I guess that won't be a problem either."

"Not at all," I answered, grinning. This was becoming a game. Fun almost, subverting her amateurish contract. She picked the wrong guy to fuck with. "Next."

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 as punishment for my failures or by purchase with her body.

"You're a fool if you don't dump the bitch. You signed these kind of terms? She just wants to be a slut, and wants you to go along with it. How the fuck did you sign this part? Especially the wimp words, 'At least three times', 'Additional encounters'? Who gets to decide if you fail or not? She could get laid every night."

"I was an idiot. We both agree. She caught me off-guard. Thank God she has to keep all of it on video. More evidence when it all goes south."

"What about the participation?" he asked.

"She can insist if she wants. I'll make it hell on her and everyone involved if she does. Nowhere does it say how my participation has to be. If she wants me there, I'll spend every moment telling her not to do it, that I don't accept it, that it's grounds for divorce. More fuel for the fire."




The Cuckold Diet Challenge Ch. 02



"The additional encounters?" he asked.

"Guess I better not give her any excuses. Sure as shit, she's not going to be buying more times with her body."

We sat back and I put the contract away. I couldn't believe the difference in feeling, from when I'd walked into Tom's home less than an hour earlier. She wanted a fight? Wanted to control me, fuck around, rub my face in it? It was a fight she'd get. No more mister nice guy. I'd fucking catered to her for far too long. This was my reward?

"You know Shelly Daniels, from our accounting firm? She helped my wife with her first encounter, provided the place, chose the man, and did the taping. She may even be the one who filled her in on my straying. I wasn't very careful with the charges, and she has access to all my expense reports."

Tom shook his head. "Ignorant slut. Broke every morality and secrecy clause in their contract with us. Her firm agreed to do their job legally, ethically and morally. Undermining the marriage of the senior partner certainly fails that test. You want us to burn her?"

"Totally. Burn her, the company, and anyone they work with. If Danielle wants to get her friends involved, we'll make them pay through the teeth. All of them."

Tom sighed. "The company as well? They're good at what they do, been with us over a decade. It's going to be a bitch to replace them."

"Fine. If they'll fire her ass, why don't we let them keep our business?"

"We'll offer the carrot and stick. Keep her, they lose our business, and we'll make sure everyone knows why. We'll sue them as well. Fire her, and they'll not only keep our business, but we'll make them our preferred referral for anyone we work with."

"You're not going to have a problem with the other partners on this?" I asked.

"I don't think so. Once Dad and Uncle Mike understand the issues, they'll be on board. With four of us backing it, I don't see any problems. Especially when the old man is leading the charge."

"One more issue," I said.

"Let me guess. The guys she's fucking around with."

"Yeah. I'll have her watched. Anyone so much as touches her, I want them dealt with."

"It's not completely their fault, you know," Tom said.

"I understand. But she's telling them up front that she's married and punishing me. Actually spells out my name for the bastards. I don't need that kind of humiliation coming back to bite me in the ass. They start spreading word around and my reputation is shot. I want them taken care of."

"Alright. Are you going to use D&G Investigations?"

"They do a good job. Maybe I can get a 'friends and family' rate."

"Let me handle that. Keep your hands clean. I can file it under morality verification, one of the keys to your making senior partner. Perhaps we can offset some of the cost."

I grinned. "I knew I brought you into this for something."

Tom laughed. "You were two years behind me making partner."

"I didn't quite have your connections, did I?"

Tom slugged me. "Like Uncle Mike would choose me over you? If anything I had to work twice as hard."

"Not you, dip-shit. That smoking hot wife of yours. You know your whole family thinks she walks on water."

Tom shrugged. "Are you arguing she doesn't?"

I chuckled. "No way. Angela's everything I had and more, without the slut component. I always thought you and I had hit the jackpot."

"Damn straight," Tom said. "I really am sorry about that. I didn't think Danielle would ever pull this kind of shit. It's not like her."

"Me either. Live and learn, I guess."

"You'll be in the office next week?"

"Through Wednesday. I need to clean things up. I also need to meet with Jerry."

"Taxman Jerry? Taking care of assets, money, that stuff?"

"Absolutely. Limit whatever the bitch can rape me for. I'll use shell companies, off-shore accounts, family trusts, any way possible to hide & protect income." Divorce me? Take my kids? She'd walk away with nothing, if I could help it. How dare she threaten me?

"Good. I'll meet with the bigwigs Monday. Make sure you get your sabbatical request to me by the end of the day."

"Will do." I knew I was making some major changes. Going through a lot of crap. At least I wasn't in quicksand, sinking any more. It was good to have a true friend like Tom working with me. "I'll owe you for this one."

"The fuck you will! We'll call it even. Who the hell lined me up with Angela in the first place?"

"You've got a point there. If I'd had half a brain, I would have made the right choice back then."

"Too late, buddy. No take-backs."

~ * ~ * ~

At dinner, I played the good little wimp, and ate my 4 ounces of salmon, green beans, and water. Danielle told me she was proud of me. I didn't say out loud what I thought of her. I wouldn't do that, not in front of the kids.

She seemed surprised when I pulled my outfit together for the following day, and headed up to the guest room.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"To my room."

"The hell you are!" she snapped.

"I can't sleep beside you, not the way things are. Forbidden from even touching you according to your contract."

"This is not what I want, Rick," she said firmly.

"No, it's what I want. It's not all about you, Danielle. You want to sleep around. I understand. I've agreed. I never agreed to sleep with you. I won't. If you ever expect me to touch you again, you'll get tested."

"I told you, he was clean! Shelly verified it."

"That's right. That test was taken within the hour of you letting him own you, wasn't it? There's zero chance he was with anyone in between the time he took the test - it normally takes three to five days for results, right? - and when he fucked you."

She glared at me. "Fuck you, Rick. Don't touch me. Like any woman would want to be touched by a fat slob like you. Your chances of getting any sex this year at all, are rapidly approaching zero."

I turned and closed the door. I heard her slam our bedroom door a few minutes later.

I removed the chastity device from my pants and put it on the sideboard. I told myself I'd have the PI's bug our home the following day. I figured the slut would break our contract before I would. Three times in a month? She would probably be doing it that many times this week.

~ * ~ * ~

I set things up, and played the part of a good little husband. I ate clean, and broke in my exercise equipment. By Wednesday, my fears were confirmed. I came up from the basement, and my loving wife was dressed to the nines.

"I'm going out with Shelly. I don't know when I'll be home. I'll have a little show for you to watch."

Time to start breaking that contract. "But you already had your three for this month, Dear."

She looked at me like I was crazy. "No I didn't. The other night was the first and only time."

I shook my head. "You clearly specified you would have sex only three times. Sex, coitus, copulation, sexual intercourse. Defined as completed when the male ejaculates. You had oral, vaginal and anal sex, to completion, a total of three times."

She turned red. "That's not what I meant, and you know it! I said three times a month I'd have sex with someone other than you. Nothing about how many times I'd do it. It's an occasion, not an act."

"Actually, legally speaking it is an act. But I'm willing to overlook it. So that means if I cash in my credits for a blowjob, I'm entitled to as many as I want in one day?"

"Of course not! That's not the same at all. You're paying for the act."

"Really, Dear? I don't think you're being fair about this at all."

She smirked at me. "It's my rules. Deal with it."

I shook my head. "No. We have a contract. I'm not going to let you arbitrarily change the terms as we go. You're the one that wanted it in writing. You were the one that drew it up. Either you've had your three, or purchased sex is considered an occasion, not an act."

She sneered at me. "Whatever. You know you're being foolish. I was going to make it good for you. Great even. Now I may have to make you miserable. You heard the phrase no such thing as a bad blowjob? Looks like you're going to find out."

I nodded. "Fine. Have a good time. This will be number two for the month? It seems you're in quite the hurry. Two out of your three, all in the first 5 days?"

She looked irritated. "Yes."

"Today's what, the seventh? One more for the next 23 days right?"

"I said three. I'm entitled. You agreed."

"Of course, Dear. Wouldn't want you to have to get your pleasure from your husband. That would hardly be fair. Go ahead. Do what you have to."

She snapped. "I don't have to do anything. You drove me to this. Getting fat and out of shape, and whoring around behind my back."

"Have a wonderful time. You deserve it. You deserve everything you have coming."

"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked.

"Exactly what I said. You're the brilliant fuckin' attorney. Figure it out." I did a poor job of hiding my growing animosity and distaste for her.

I think she finally was getting the idea that I wasn't happy with where things were going. She walked over to me, reaching out to touch my arm, but I jerked it away. "I'm doing this for you. For us. You understand, don't you? Everything will be so much better, when it's all over."

"Of course. I'm sure that once I'm in shape, you'll never want to fuck around again, right? Once you've had those monster dicks in your stretched out cunt and ass, you'll be happy coming back to me, forever faithful. What did Meat say? 'Cocks and beds, once you've gone king-size, you can never go back'."

She looked stunned by the words I'd used, but recovered quickly. "Don't be silly, Rick. I love you. I'm yours and yours alone. This is a temporary thing. Motivation for you."

"How generous of you. Thank you so much. You better get going now. We wouldn't want your stud for the evening left hanging now, would we? Your new owner might not be happy about that."

"He's not my owner."

"Funny. That's not what it sounded like on the video. Tell me, did he call you or did you call him? Did he snap his fingers so you'd come running?" The truth was I already knew. My newly installed surveillance was paying off. The bastard had called her the night before. Of course she hadn't said anything, springing it on me at the last moment. She'd kept Shelly up-to-date, however. 

She didn't answer, and I didn't expect her to. It was really a lose-lose situation. 

"Like I said, you better go. You wouldn't want to keep your new owner waiting. I guess I'll just have to see what tonight's episode says. I'm looking forward to witnessing how much more humiliation my loving wife will be trying to heap on me tonight."

"It's not like that..." 

She was talking to my back, as I went up for my shower, flipping her the bird as I went. I guess she knew my feelings now. As soon as she was out the door, I called D&G, alerting them. No problem tracking the GPS on her car, and verifying what went on. I had to hand it to them, they were good.

A little after one in the morning, she was back. She was drunk and giggly. She pounded on my door. "Come on, cuck boy. Time for your show. Get your fat ass in gear."

I walked out naked, and she looked down. "Where's your toy?" she asked drunkenly. She looked like shit. Disheveled, clothing askew, rivulets of cum streaking her inner thighs, drying in her hair. She smelled even worse. It sickened me that I was still attracted to her at all. Something inside me wanted to throw her down and fuck her, prove my worth, while at the same time, I wanted to wrap my hands around her neck and shake her hard enough to rattle her teeth. Use a belt on her like her boy toy had, but a lot more viciously. I felt my hands shaking, as I tried to control my emotions.

"I removed it. The contract says I only have to wear it outside the house."

"How?"

"You left the key. I decided to help myself. It's not comfortable, you know. When this is over, I think I'll buy you a chastity belt. We'll see how you like it."

She pouted. "You didn't play with yourself, did you?"

"No. Of course not. I agreed not to. I'm a man of my word."

She grinned. "Good. Maybe you'll get a reward when we're done."

She dragged me down the stairs and into the bedroom, where I was forced to watch an hour and a half of her getting pounded by Meat again. He used her hard, all three holes, coming in all her openings. He also ordered her around, made her rim him, beat her ass, pussy and tits with his belt. I was disturbed to see how much my wife seemed to get off on it. Shelly was there again, observing and filming. It seemed to me she wanted to play along, but she managed to stay out of it. 

There was a lot of belittling me this time. More than the last time. "Cuckboy" was their new nickname. My 'pathetic' cock was laughed at. Shelly and that bastard egged her on. Could I fuck her as good as Meat? Did she come for me, like she came for him? Could she even feel me at all once he was done? Danielle was teasing me as we watched, but I forced myself to stay calm. There was no excitement this time, just disgust. Absolutely zero chance of my getting hard for her. 

"That's what real fucking looks like," she said, practically panting. "Clean me up now, Cuckboy. Clean me up good, and I may even let you jerk off on my tits."

"No thank you, Dear," I said.

"You have to!" she snapped.

"I don't believe so. Not according to our contract."

"You did the other night," she whined.

"I did. I owed you that one. I cheated on you, and you had your revenge. I believe you told me you forgave me, on tape. We're even. I won't do that again. Ever."

"Please," she begged. "I told him you would."

"And I should care about you lying to your new owner?"

"He's not my owner!" she yelled. "I wish you would stop saying that!"

"Shall I replay those parts for you, Dear?"

"I just said that for the video, to make it exciting. I didn't mean it."

"I don't believe you. I'm going to bed now. I'm exhausted from working out, doing my best to be the man you want me to be. I'm so glad to see that I'm not the only one concerned about our marriage, and each other's needs."

"Why do you have to ruin everything?" she whined as I walked out the door.

~ * ~ * ~

She was moving slowly the next morning. I'm sure she was sore. 

I was eating my egg white omelet, and sipping on my coffee. She sat down waiting for me to serve her. She'd be waiting a long time. She finally went to the kitchen and got her own coffee, glaring at me. The Look. Like I cared any more. What was she gonna do, cut me off from sex? 

She looked at me puzzled. "Why aren't you dressed for work?"

"I quit, Dear."

It took a few seconds for the words to sink through her haze. "You did what?"

"I quit. You're right. My physical welfare is more important than anything. Until I'm in perfect health, I'm dedicating my time and effort to getting back in shape. I don't want you to have to do anything distasteful any longer than absolutely necessary."

"But you just made senior partner!"

"Obviously that didn't matter to you. You chose the night of my promotion and celebration to start your slutting scheme. I thought about it carefully, and realized it doesn't matter to me, either. My health, family and marriage are more important than any title."

"You can't quit!"

"I did. We'll get by. We have plenty of money to get us through the next few months. CDs we can tap into if needed. We'll just have to tighten our belts for a while."

"This is insane!" she yelled, startling our children.

"Any more insane than our contract?" I asked.

She glared at me. "You will go and get your job back."

"No, Dear. I won't."

"Yes! I'm not going to stay married to a fat, unemployed, tiny-dick jerk."

"Fine. Do what you have to do. I never believed for a moment you cared about me, my health or my getting in shape. I see that all you care about is my job, and the size of my dick, or lack thereof. Thank you for enlightening me."

She glared at me. "This is not the place for this conversation. I'm going to work. When I get home, I expect you to be employed. This conversation is over."

~ * ~ * ~

She was home by 3:15, with the kids in tow. I heard her moving around upstairs, as Jenny sat back and watched me on the elliptical machine, from her desk.

Danielle came down the stairs and stopped, three from the bottom. "What the hell is going on Rick?"

"Working out," I said past my wheezing.

She turned to Jenny. "Who are you?"

My gorgeous new trainer stood and walked over, hand extended. "Jenny. His executive assistant. I understand I have you to thank for this opportunity."

Jennifer Towson was the hottest trainer I could find, willing to work for the salary I was paying. Standing 5'11" tall, she was stunning. Her current outfit of tight shorts and a tied off t-shirt made her excellent qualifications abundantly clear.

Danielle ignored her hand, facing me. "You have your job back?"

"No. Don't want it. This is more important."

"How are you going to pay for her? For everything?"

"We have savings. It'll be fine for a while."

"How long is 'a while'?" my wife snapped.

"Depends on how well we keep our spending in check, at least 4 or 5 months. More if we're careful."

Jenny's alarm went off. "Cool down time, Ricky."

I lowered the speed to 2 and slowed my pace.

"You're going to waste all of our savings? Don't you care about your family at all?"

"I love my family. You made it very, very clear what's most important. My losing weight's more important than your fidelity, my happiness, or our marriage. I understand. I agree. If I don't take care of myself, I may not even be around to take care of my family."

"You can't do this to us," Danielle whined.

"If it bothers you, you can always get a real job. You're a top-notch lawyer."

"I have a real job."

"A paying job." Her token salary at the non-profit was a joke. It didn't even pay for her wardrobe. It never had to, since she had me to cover the bills.

"You've got one week to get your job back," she growled. I saw her glancing at Jenny. I knew she didn't enjoy airing our dirty laundry in public. Unless it was with her friends, of course.

"Or what?"

"Or nothing. You'll do it. We can't afford this bullshit."

I stepped off the treadmill, and Jenny guided me over to the inclined sit-up ramp, making another check-mark on her clipboard. It was a little embarrassing that I reclined with my head at the top, instead of the bottom. Even with that help, I had difficulties. Damn, I had let myself go.

"Have you selected our...unh...cook yet?" I grunted, straining through the situp.

"Do you really think we can afford that?"

I paused, "We have a contract dear. I'm keeping my end up. I fully expect you to do the same. I'd appreciate it if you took care of that as soon as possible. If you don't chose one by this Friday, I'll do it."

"Damn you, Rick! Are you trying to make a mockery out of this?"

"I'm trying to get in shape. I thought you were going to work and play with the kids when you got home? Not interfere with my workout. Isn't that what we agreed?"

She stared at me. "We'll talk about this later."

"Yes, Dear."

She was right. We would.

~ * ~ * ~

I sat with Tom, sipping my diet coke, one of the three per week I permitted myself. The taste would still take some getting used to.

"How's it going so far?" he asked.

"Perfectly. She's not very happy at the moment."

He laughed. "Peter Rossi, aka Meat, is out of the picture."

"Any trouble?"

"None at all. He was very reasonable, when facing the alternatives. Risky business, fucking other men's wives. There were three others at least, one married to a wealthy, jealous man. Terrible thing if word got out, you know. He chose to accept a new job out of town. He knows better than to ever speak about what happened between him and your wife."




The Cuckold Diet Challenge Ch. 02



"Good. Shelly?"

"Her firm is weighing their options. They'll decide by Monday whether to stick with her or not."

"She knows?"

"No. Well, I don't think so. She didn't hear about it from us, and I doubt they'll talk about it with her, until they've made their decision. The excerpts from the two videos are pretty damning. Phone calls we have recorded are ample confirmation."

"Thanks. I appreciate it."

"Angela wants to get involved. See if she can talk some sense into your wife. She's hoping you two can work it out before things get out of hand."

"Why? We're done. The second time she went out and got laid, it was over. She acted even worse than the first time. I could accept the first one. I didn't like it, but I did cheat first. Now I'm just taking care of business until it's official."

"Give her a chance, Rick. You agreed to the terms. She thinks she's entitled. We have to help her understand how wrong this is."

"Not the way she's going about it. If she had been discrete, reasonable, maybe. Choosing a 12 inch dick and humiliating me destroyed any chances of working it out."

"Remember, Shelly chose the guy. I saw the video."

"Whatever. Angela wants to get involved, go ahead. I don't really care. It's not going to make a difference."

~ * ~ * ~

"Eleven pounds! That's incredible, Rick!" 

I was pretty proud of myself. Even though I knew that a lot of that was probably water weight. My first weigh-in had been after the biggest meal I'd eaten in years. It was hard to say no to unlimited steak. Even so, it was still a good first week.

She held up the 'piggy' bank she'd gotten for the occasion, and transferred eleven poker chips into it, one at a time. "Don't you think this is appropriate, baby? When you're no longer a piggy, we can destroy this bank and never think about it again."

I didn't laugh at her sick attempt at humor. What a bitch.

She'd been nicer the last couple of days, hardly commenting when my new associate Gina showed up, another stunning young woman. Her first task was to line up some pro bono work for me, so I could keep my hand in it, without lining the coffers. The partners had agreed, and were starting to throw some work my way.

Of course I knew Danielle's momentary niceness wouldn't last, but I'd take advantage of it while I could.

"What do you say we go out tonight, and when we get home you can cash in some of your credits," she suggested over breakfast.

"I'd love to go out." If I cashed in any credits it wouldn't be with her, but I wasn't about to tell her that. Not yet.

When I wasn't working out, I spent time with the kids. It was good, I rarely had enough time for them and they seemed to appreciate it. I was able to attend practice and activities after school, work with them on their homework. I even had them exercising with me, with Jenny guiding them. They appeared to get a kick out of that, and took to it like a fish to water.

When I had a break, I reviewed the latest information the investigators had captured. My wife's call to Shelly was interesting. 

"You haven't heard from him at all?" Danielle asked.

"Not a peep. Nobody's seen him. It's like he dropped off the face of the earth."

"Damn! That boy knew how to make a girl feel good. I thought for sure he'd be calling me for another session, right away."

Shelly spoke hesitantly. "It's only supposed to be three times a month, remember? You don't want this to get out of hand."

"It's working out so well, Shelly. He lost 11 pounds. Eleven! Except for the work thing, he's sticking to the plan."

"I'm sure he'll be able to get any job he wants when this is over. You don't think you went too far, do you? Some of the things you said on video were over the top."

"It was just sex talk. I told him. It means nothing."

"Are you sure? I don't know many men who would think making fun of their love-making, and calling them names would mean nothing. He's not taking this like we thought, is he?"

"It's working, isn't it? I've got it under control. Trust me."

Trust me, you don't, I thought.

~ * ~ * ~

I'll give her credit. She went all out for our dinner. She looked gorgeous. Figure hugging sheath dress, ending half way down her thighs. A green so dark it was almost black. Her makeup was meticulous. She wore her matching pearl necklace, earrings and bracelet, my 10th anniversary gift to her. Her anniversary gift to me was sex, as if that was the most precious gift in the world. That should have been a warning sign, even then. 

We went to a little French restaurant she loves, and I was able to stick to my diet, even though she was disappointed I wouldn't have a drink with her.

"You haven't had one drink all week, baby," she wheedled.

"I thought you'd be proud of me."

"I am! Eleven pounds. You've definitely earned yourself a treat," her sultry look told me what she thought that treat would be. Like I would want to fuck her stretched out, cheating, likely diseased pussy.

"Forty-four pounds to go. Forty-four before I have my wife back, my life back."

"Don't be silly, Rick. You have me now. You always will."

"Alright, let me correct that. Forty-four pounds before I have my faithful wife back, and I don't have to pay her for sex. At least I hope."

"That's not fair. I am being faithful. I'm doing nothing behind your back. You agreed to this."

"Did you give me any choice, Dear?"

"You always had a choice," she said quietly.

"That's right. Divorce, and losing my children if I don't let you fuck around."

She looked around at the people around us. I hadn't been quiet. "That's not it, and you know it! You're the one that got out of shape. I deserve better sex than I was getting. Until you can provide it, we have a deal."

"And I deserve a loving, faithful wife. Not whatever this is."

"You agreed!"

"How long did you have it planned out, Danielle? The day I'm promoted, you blackmail me. The very next day you're out chasing a big dick with your slut friend. You couldn't be reasonable, could you? You could have given me goals and a deadline, with the looming threat of you being with another man my motivation to stick to it. No, I have to lose 54 lbs, and the day after you drop the ultimatum, you're getting your ass fucked with a 12 inch cock, by your new owner." My anger was showing, my volume rising.

"God Damn it, Rick!" she hissed. "Keep it down."

"You said you shaved your pussy for him. Yet you claim you had never met him before. How does that work?"

She blushed. "It was just talk. That's all."

"For years I've asked you, and you said you'd never do it. Never. No, I don't think so. I think you've been cheating on me for a while now. You were way too good at deep-throating a foot-long dick for it to be your first time."

"Don't you dare accuse me! You're the cheater."

"One time. To do the things you deny me. What was your excuse?"

"Why are you doing this? I thought we'd have a nice dinner. Celebrate your accomplishment. Why do you always want to ruin everything?"

"I don't trust you. This was too easy for you. Too well thought out. You're a slut and you used my weight as an excuse. You didn't work with me, try to help me. No, you threatened me, and starting fucking around."

"I am helping you! You lost eleven pounds!"

"And a wife. Not a very fair trade."

"Don't do this, Rick. If you're unhappy with our deal, then we can talk about it. All I ever wanted was the best for you."

I stood up, opened my wallet and dropped two hundred dollar bills on the table. "I'm not going to stay here and be lied to."

She stared at me stunned, as I turned away. While I waited for the valet to bring the car, she ran up to me. "What is wrong with you?" she snapped.

"I don't know, you tell me, Danielle. I'm out with my supposed wife, celebrating. I haven't had sex with her in a week, but she's been fucked in every hole multiple times by her new owner. Seven times all told, not the three I agreed to. I know because I was forced to watch it. What could possibly be wrong?" I glared at her.

"I lost eleven pounds. I'm standing with my gorgeous wife, thinking about her bald pussy - not shaved for me of course - but I can't get hard 'cause I'm wearing a God-damned cock cage. My loving wife, the mother of my children says I'm disgusting, pathetic, a useless lover. She belittles me to a woman that works with me, humiliating me in front of my work peers. I have to fucking quit my job, give up 20 years of work, rather than face that bitch, and anyone she's told. Are you happy? Is this what you wanted? Destroy me, our family, every vestige of love I ever had for you!"

I walked around the car and tipped the valet, who was trying to act deaf. Danielle tried the door, but I locked it. "Call your new owner. Maybe he'll give you a ride. I know how much you love his rides."

She was yelling, tugging on the door handle as I drove off. In the rear-view mirror I saw the valet help her to her feet, her dress almost pushed up to her waist, her bald pussy exposed. She should have let go of the door handle.

I wasn't particularly surprised when she didn't come home that night. Strangely, I didn't really care.

~ * ~ * ~

She wasn't home in time for church, so I took the kids. We fielded a lot of questions, but I made excuses for her, to everyone but Father Kelly.

I asked for a few minutes of his time.

I had little doubt he'd make time for me. Hell, I'd paid for the damn stained glass window over the entrance. I met with him in the library, a casual open area, where the kids could play in the corner while we spoke.

To say he was a little concerned was an understatement. "She threatened the family? She's sleeping with other men?"

"Other man for now. At least I think it's just one. I have the videos if you'd like to see."

He shook his head. "I hardly think that's necessary. Do you think she'd join us for counseling?"

"I honestly don't know. I didn't even see her this morning. She never came home." I let him believe she was fucking around. It wasn't my job to clear up everything.

"You've made it clear to her that what she's doing is unacceptable," he said.

"Abundantly. I'm not sure she cares."

He closed his eyes. "Can you be patient with her? Help her through this?"

"I'm trying Father. I am. If she brings home one more video of her having sex with another man, insulting me, making fun of me, I'll have to do something."

"Please, don't do anything rash, Richard. This isn't like her. I've known you for years. Both of you. Married you, went through your initial marriage counseling. I baptized your children. We can get through this."

"I hope so, Father, but I have my doubts. Grave doubts."

What I really hoped was that I wouldn't go to hell for lying to my priest. I had doubts, yes, but I didn't hope we'd get through it.

~ * ~ * ~

I put an hour in on the treadmill, and fed the kids lunch before she deigned to grace our house with her presence. She had Shelly with her.

She walked past me without saying a word, heading to our bedroom. 

"I'll take the DVD, Shelly," I said.

"No DVD. She didn't do anything."

"Be still my heart. She couldn't get hold of her new owner on short notice?"

I knew the words struck home. "I don't want to be in the middle of this, Rick. If you have an issue, talk to her."

"You're already neck deep. I have you on video you know. Hours of it. You're her pimp."

She blushed. "I helped her. She asked me to. What was I supposed to do, say no? She's my best friend."

"A foot long dick, Shelly? You think that's going to help our marriage?"

"It doesn't matter, Rick. Trust me. Big, little, it's no big deal. It's how you use it."

"I know. And I'm pathetic. How did you put it? The scummy husband who is old and fat and never had much of a dick? What do you know about my dick, Shelly?"

"I was just repeating what she said. Her words, not mine."

"Why are you even here? Don't you have some low-life loser you need to spread your legs for? Husband number three must be waiting out there under a rock somewhere. You might want to check the holding cells down at the jail."

"There's no call to insult me. I'm not the one who got fat," she snapped.

"No, you're the slut who made a cheating whore out of my wife." I remembered Winston Churchill's words, deciding to paraphrase them. "Shelly, you're a slut. Soon I'll be in shape, and you'll still be a disgusting slut."

Danielle came down the stairs, dressed casually. She chased the kids off to their room, while I excused myself from her slut-friend, and poured myself a tall glass of water with an inch of OJ in the bottom. A little 30 calorie treat. I'd earned it. I was sorely tempted to add a shot of vodka.

She approached to within a few feet away from me. She looked good, no surprise. Me, I was sweaty, wearing a grimy t-shirt. "Can we please talk, Rick? It's important."

I nodded. "Of course, Dear. Do you mind if I change? My wonderful cock-cage is chafing something fierce. I never knew it would be so painful to wear it on a treadmill."

She flushed. "You don't have to do that. Don't wear it while exercising."

"Thank you for clearing that up. If you had been home, maybe you could have unlocked it for me."

I saw the look on her face. "I...you're the one who left me."

"So you didn't come home. I know I don't matter to you. The kids were wondering where you were, why you missed church. I thought you still had some vestiges of feeling for our children. One more mistake of mine. That's alright. I'll require a spare key in the future."

I was getting to her, and I knew it. She got that stone-faced look, her trial look, when she was trying to control herself. "Please, get comfortable, and when you're ready, we can talk out on the porch." She handed me a small key.

I didn't need it, but it was worth making a point. All the keys on these damn things were pretty much the same. It took all of 10 minutes to get one that fit. Hell, who am I kidding? I wasn't wearing it anyway.

I took my time, showering, shaving. I let them stew a little.

I found them on the porch. They shut up as soon as I opened the sliding door. I sat at the table across from them.

Shelly was the first to speak. "I can tell you've lost weight. Your face already looks thinner." 

Interesting opening salvo. "Thank you," I said, waiting to see what they wanted.

Danielle leaned her forearms on the table leaning toward me. "I'm sorry, Rick. I didn't know you were so unhappy. I thought things were going well. You've lost so much weight already. More than you have for years, and this in your first week."

"The diet's going well," I admitted.

"No more humiliation. No more insults. I...I never meant for it to go that far. I'm sorry about that."

"We can talk, Danielle, but I won't accept you lying to me."

"What lying?" she asked, sitting up surprised.

"You never meant for it to go that far? From the moment you gave me that contract and started your threats, you insulted and humiliated me. Let me see, you were going to get a proper fuck, as I recall, from someone whose dick you don't have to hunt for beneath a layer of flab." I stood up and dropped my shorts. "There it is. You don't have to hunt very far do you? Yes, my belly got bigger, and my dick's not a foot long, but that wasn't called for."

"Pull up your pants," she whispered, glancing at her friend.

I did, but in no hurry. "What else...oh, yeah. The contract you gave me to, how did you put it? Govern my pathetic sex life? The fat ass comments? That was even before you starting fucking your new owner."

"I was trying to make a point. Let's be honest, Rick. The sex hasn't been good for years."

"Yes, thank you so much for informing me of that a week ago, on your way out the door to get fucked. If it was such a big issue, you could have mentioned it earlier."

"I didn't want to hurt your feelings," she said.

"Oh, I'm supposed to believe that? You care for my feelings? After your show with your new owner, Meat? How come Shelly here says I don't have a dick to speak of?"

"It was just talk, honey. Talk. I said I'm sorry. It didn't mean anything."

"You're a God damn lawyer, Danielle! Words have meaning. You know that."

"I know. I've apologized. It won't happen anymore. Can we please get past this? You've said some pretty hurtful things in the last couple of days."

"Fine."

The silence hung on for a while. "We need you to go back to work."

"No. Not until I've lost my weight. I'm not going to give you any more excuses to get fucked by strangers than I have to."

"I thought you said it was about getting in shape," she smirked.

"If you don't wipe that stupid smile off your face this instant, this conversation is over, you fucking slut."

"Don't call me that!"

"Don't fuck other men."

Shelly reached over and grabbed her wrist. Danielle started to calm down. "No more names. Let's not make this worse. It's already getting out of hand. This is not what I wanted."

"I know. You just wanted to be able to fuck around, and hold it over my head forever. Cut me off, belittle me, insult me, ruin me at work, and spread your legs. Sorry I'm not cooperating, but I am following the letter of your contract."

"No baby. I want my man back. The handsome, fit man I married. Don't make this anything more than what it is. I had to do something."

"And this was your best choice?"

"You fucked a whore. I had to do something!"

"Yes I did. I made a mistake and I said I'm sorry. I wanted more than you were willing to give me, and that was selfish. Now that I know you're more than willing to do the stuff I wanted, just not with me, I realize I wasn't selfish. I was justified."

"That's not fair. I was faithful to you, while you let yourself go. So there were some things I was reluctant to do; that's no excuse for cheating."

"That's exactly what I said. It was wrong, until you decided you'd do it with someone else. Willingly, eagerly. Hell, you were begging for it. Then I knew it was just spitefulness on your part."

"Alright," she sighed. "I'm sorry. I didn't know, Ok? I know you wanted it, but I didn't know how important it was. I never believed it would drive you to a whore's bed."

"I know. It was wrong, and to make it up to you, I let you treat me like shit, getting yourself fucked senseless by a 12 inch cock, and I then watched it on video, and cleaned you up afterward. Bathed you, put you to bed, treated you like a Goddess, who I had failed. My penance. I gave you that one. You were angry, and I had screwed up. You still went over the top. I never humiliated you, abused you, or threatened you."

"I was angry. You have no idea how angry I was."

"I think I have a pretty good idea. Watching hours of you insulting me, getting fucked over and over again. I got your ass once in eleven years. That bastard got it three times in as many days."

"I didn't want that! You know it. You heard me," she argued.

"The first time. How about that second night? You begged for it. Twice."

"Let's not argue about this, Rick. Please. I want to make things better."

"You're done fucking around?"

She blushed. "Maybe we can adjust the terms."

"Adjust how?" I asked.

"How about if you lose at least 6 pounds in a week, I don't go out."

"How about if you stop fucking other men, while you're married to me."

Shelly was stupid enough to interfere. "That's not fair, Rick. You agreed. She's trying to reach a compromise. You keep losing weight, and it's exactly what you're asking for."

"Shut the fuck up, you stupid cunt. If I wanted your opinion I'd beat it out of you. This is between me and my whore of a wife."

My words and tone clearly shocked the both of them. Shelly turned three different shades of red. "I...I don't have to sit here and take this shit from you, you fat cuck."




The Cuckold Diet Challenge Ch. 03



~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ 

Chapter 3: Danielle's having second thoughts

My continuation of the The Cuckold Diet Challenge by RazorLyt, (2/2/09)

http://www.literotica.com/s/the-cuckold-diet-challenge

In chapter 2, Rick, with the help of his law-firm partner Tom, looks to circumvent the rules of his contract. He finds several loop-holes and starts to exploit them. He moves out of the bedroom with his wife, takes a sabbatical from work, telling Danielle he's quit, and starts a plan to protect his assets, and place himself in the best possible situation for a likely divorce.

Danielle goes back to her 12" cock, and makes him watch a video again. This time when she tells him to clean her up, he declines. Once was punishment enough for his infidelity. He hires two assistants, young hotties, and dedicates his time to working out and being with his kids. At the same time he starts dealing with his wife's friend, and the fuck-toys she's been using.

Seeing the unforeseen fallout from her plan, Danielle starts to show concern and offers to renegotiate their contract, but Rick wants all or nothing. Stop fucking other men, or he'll start screwing other women.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Monday, Danielle was cold to me, hardly speaking. Tuesday was different. She called and asked me to pick up the kids, said she had something she had to do. She didn't get home until after seven.

"Did you feed the kids?" she asked. She looked exhausted.

"Yes. You're four hours late. You have a DVD you want me to watch, I suppose."

Her eyes flashed in anger, then turned to sadness. "Please, Rick. Not today. Can we talk?"

"Of course."

We got the kids settled in playing a game. We went out to the privacy of the porch. Danielle had a tall drink in her hand.

"Rough day?" I asked.

"Shelly got fired. Do you know anything about that?"

I nodded. "Tom said it might happen. Once she started talking about what you two did to me, she was doomed."

"She didn't! She swears she didn't!"

"They must have had some evidence. They wouldn't take a drastic step without proof."

"She says that your quitting had a lot to do with it."

"I imagine it might have. I told Tom why I had to leave. I'm sure they're not happy losing one of their top people, because of a slut wife and her interfering, gossiping whore of a friend."

"How could you? You've destroyed her! She's my best friend. She never did anything to you!"

"She humiliated me! She partnered with you to ruin us. Hell, even if she never said a word, conspiring to cuckold the firm's senior partner, and helping to destroy his marriage is a breach of her contract's morality clause."

"I know you could stop it, Rick. Tell them she didn't do anything. They'll believe you."

"Why would I do that? Why would I lie for her? She betrayed me. Humiliated me on tape. Insulted me repeatedly. She's your fucking pimp, she picked out a 12 inch cock to cheat on me with. The moment she got involved cuckolding me, she brought it on herself."

"But I brought her in. She didn't even want to."

I stood. "What did I say about lying to me? You just can't stop, can you? How did I never notice that when your lips move, nothing but lies come out?"

She stood beside me, pulling me back down. "I'm sorry. Please, don't go. This is important."

"Not to me it isn't," I told her, but I let her push me back into my chair.

"Call Tom. Call his father, his uncle. You can stop this. Please. You have to do this for me."

"I have to?"

"I need you to. I couldn't stand the guilt if my getting her involved made her lose her job. I swear, do this for me, and I'll keep her out of it. No more talk about us or our problems." She bit her lip nervously. "I...I was going to surprise you. When you made your goal, she was going to be part of your reward. She still could be."

"Why would you think I'd want to have anything to do with her?"

She looked surprised. "You always liked her. You said yourself she was super hot."

"I did like her. Until she betrayed, insulted and humiliated me. Besides, even if she's hot, I wouldn't want to fuck her. Hell, I'd be fucking half the city indirectly."

"She's not that bad. You know that's not true. She's had bad luck with men, that's all."

"No, I have no interest in fucking her at all." Admittedly a lie, but it served its immediate purpose.

"Then help her for me, Rick? Please?"

"What's in it for me?"

She looked disappointed. "Whatever you want. I'll tear up that damn contract. Never let another man touch me."

"Oh, I get it. Your friend is more important than my health. You wouldn't tear up the contract to save our family and marriage, but you will to help your friend. Thanks. I see how important I am now."

"Don't twist things around. I hate where we're going. I'll do anything to set things right. Don't let my mistakes destroy someone else's life. I really thought I was doing the right thing for both of us. Maybe I was wrong. Don't punish her." She was crying openly now, something she rarely did. Unfortunately she was crying for Shelly, not for us.

"It's too late, if it's gone this far. I doubt her job could be saved. What were the terms of her dismissal?"

"She agreed to resign, and they'd give her eight weeks severance. They wouldn't bring any charges. No recommendation, but nothing against her either. She had to decide on the spot. They gave her one hour."

"What about the evidence?"

"She didn't get to see it. They would show her if she insisted, but then there'd be no severance, and possible charges."

What a dumb bitch.

"Listen. The job is gone. Accept that. It wouldn't do any good to save it, they'd never trust her again. She'd never get another promotion, nothing. We might be able to ease the transition."

"You could do that?"

"I'm the best fuckin' lawyer you know. Of course I could."

"Would you? Even after all this?"

"You're my wife. She's your best friend. For you, even now, I'll do what I can." I had an idea. I might be able to get even more mileage out of this little part of my payback.

She jumped over and leaped in my lap, hugging me.

"It hurts, baby. You're crushing my cock in that damn cock-cage."

"Oh, God, I'm so sorry, Rick. Take it off. Get rid of that damned thing."

"I can't. We agreed. I have a contract."

"Please? Fuck that stupid contract. It's been nothing but a disaster. Take it off."

She climbed off of my lap, and started grabbing at my pants. That wasn't good. I had taken to strapping it to my leg, for show, without actually wearing it. It fit the rules. And it had been pinching against my cock when she sat on me.

"Give me a second. Why don't we both change, and we'll start on a strategy."

She pulled my head down and kissed me fiercely. "Thank you, baby."

We got delayed with the kids, and a phone call from Shelly. Danielle wanted to invite her over, but I put the kibosh on that. "Afterward, once we have a plan."

We got the kids in bed, and relaxed in the living room. "What can we do for her?" Danielle asked.

"She was railroaded. We'll need a copy of her contract and employee manual. I imagine they broke some rules, rushing it through like that. We should be able to improve her severance, and get a positive letter of recommendation. She's good at her job. The letter is all that matters. She shouldn't be out of work for long. We might even be able to get her a couple of weeks on the books. That would let her look for her next job while still employed. Makes it a lot easier to find a job."

"You think that's really possible?"

"What I would suggest is, we ask for four months, with her still officially an employee for half that time, while she looks for new employment. We're willing to settle for three months, with one month on the books, and a personal letter of recommendation from her boss, if not from the company."

"How do we go about it?"

"I need a copy of the contract and their employee manual. I'll go over it, and do the brief. You'll represent her to the company. I can't, officially, it would be a clear conflict of interest. Call her, and make sure she doesn't talk about this to anyone. I doubt she'll keep it a secret. She's not very good at that."

Danielle was immensely appreciative. She even offered to reward me, credit free. "Were you tested?" I asked.

She turned red, lowering her head. "No, I'll get tested tomorrow. I'm sorry."

Was I a complete wimp for supporting Shelly in this? I don't think so. She lost her job. She wouldn't likely get one as good. Cut her down a notch. And I get to be the hero. Talk about guilt! She fucks me over, and I'm her savior. I knew that would eat away at her. We'd been friends, she'd turned on me. Now she owed me. Besides, this wasn't her fault. She made a stupid mistake allowing herself to get involved.

As for any extra severance, recommendation or time on the books, it was probably hers for the asking. Nobody takes the first offer. What an idiot.

~ * ~ * ~

You can imagine my anger when I got the latest investigator's report. The damn two of them were plotting to get my wife laid again, but this time they'd keep it secret. They figured she had it coming, it was in the contract. But since I was behaving so well, they wouldn't rub my face in it. Lucky me.

If that wasn't enough, she was late again Wednesday night, commiserating with Shelly. I was stuck with the twins, and picked them up after practice. They begged for their friends to be able to come visit for a while, so once again, the other twin terrors, Jimmy and Janet were visiting.

Tina came by to pick them up, and she wasn't there 5 minutes before she was vamping me hard, teasing the hell out of me. It was much worse than the previous time. I could only figure it was because we weren't in public, and the kids weren't around, still playing out back. I saw her glancing down at my crotch, when she'd trace her fingers across my arm, or lick her lips sultrily. She knew, God damn it. She knew about my wife's rules, and the damn chastity device. I excused myself and she laughed at my back. 

I decided to play along, and went upstairs to the guest room, instead of to the first floor master suite. It was a little difficult to slip the cage over me in my semi-excited state. I removed the sweats I'd been wearing and put on a very lightweight pair of shorts, that did little to hide what I was wearing underneath. 

I returned to the kitchen, where Tina was waiting. 

She grinned, "You didn't have to change for me."

"I, uh...was a little uncomfortable."

She sidled up next to me, her breasts pushing against my arm. "Really? I'd hate to think that I made you uncomfortable." She ran her fingers down my front, stopping at my waist band.

"Please don't, Tina."

"Why baby? Tell me why and maybe I'll stop."

"I'm married. You're married. This is wrong."

She nibbled on my shoulder, her fingers moving along my hip, downward. "That's not why you really want me to stop, is it?"

"I...I can't," I whispered, playing along.

"And why can't you? Be specific, sweet man."

"You know why, don't you?"

She laughed heartily, and slapped the back of her hand between my legs, feeling the solid impact of my cage. "Poor baby. Fooled around and got caught. Got all fat and sassy, now he's paying the price. It's pretty damn expensive, isn't it, Rick?"

"It will be for everyone," I said. Little did she know that her cost was rising with each little tease and humiliation.

"Not so much for her now, is it? How was it, seeing her with someone else. All you cheating bastards should have to watch that. Did you enjoy it? Did you get off on cleaning her up? Did you really come on her without even getting touched? You loved it didn't you?"

"She told you? Who else did she tell?"

"Don't worry, Cuckboy. Ours is a private group, just her closest friends. Wouldn't want word to get out to everybody would we?" She reached down and grabbed my caged cock, shaking it. "Where did she ever find one small enough for you?"

"Please, Tina. I'm asking nicely."

She laughed again. I watched her slip her hand inside her pants, then pull it out. She wiped her slimy fingers on my upper lip. "Something to remember me by." She turned away, and called out for her kids.

I let her think what she wanted. She'd be paying soon enough. She could thank Danielle for that. The extent of her payment? She could thank herself for making it so damn high.

~ * ~ * ~

Thursday I had the employment contracts in hand. Hell, I could have won Shelly an unlawful dismissal. Her company was as stupid as her. Obviously they didn't have my firm advising them. They left themselves wide open. Good for me. I'd get to be the hero twice over.

Friday morning, while my wife was getting her secret weekly pussy stretching, I was sitting with the CEO and counsel for Shelly's company.

"You screwed up, but we can still salvage it," I explained to Bill.

I laid out their issues. "If she gets herself a decent attorney, you'll be paying out the ass."

Bill looked upset. "God, this is such a fucking mess. Your damn wife hasn't helped things."

"I know. I'm sorry about that. Let me fix it."

"How?"

"I'll get my wife to accept a new offer that covers all the bases. We'll have to give them a little, but it shouldn't affect your bottom line at all. It may even save you some money."

"Seriously? Tell me more."

I outlined the solution. "You offered her two months severance. You'll have to pay her for her vacation and sick leave as well."

Bill looked at Linda, their Counsel who was largely responsible for the clusterfuck. I had little doubt she'd go along with anything that cleaned up the mess. Linda checked her file. "She has a little more than four weeks vacation coming, almost 80 hours of sick leave."

"Give her eight weeks on the books, in lieu of her vacation and sick leave. Write a positive letter of recommendation from you, personally, for the work she's done. Not a word about her morals or work ethic, nothing official from the company. You can't bad mouth her anyway, not legally."

"That's workable," Bill said. "You're Ok with this? You're the one she screwed the pooch over."

I nodded. "Three months severance, after the eight weeks. If she's employed by then, she gets no severance. She'll probably find a job, not as good a one, but that's her problem. Keep her around for a week to clean up any messes and transition her out. Make her take the rest from home, but she has to remain available for any issues."

"You think you can get her to agree to this?" Linda asked.

"I can. At least my wife can. She'll listen to me."

"What's in it for you?" Bill asked.

"Hell Bill, we've worked together for years. You're good at what you do, almost as good as me. I'll be back before you know it, and it's always nice to have friends who can do things for each other."

He nodded. No need to go into detail. You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours. "Make it happen. Linda will provide whatever you need. I'll owe you for this one, Rick. It could have been a damn mess. Now we get more business, and a problem employee off our hands."

"What are friends for?"

~ * ~ * ~

I checked in with the investigator, getting the pics and video. I also reminded him I wanted camera surveillance in the house, soon. Stupid Shelly was still using the same suite. It cost me less than $200 to grease a few palms and get it wired for video and sound, according to the P.I.

The guy was no Meat, but still big, and muscular with an above average dick. Maybe 9 inches. Bigger than mine. Shelly opened the door, and welcomed him into the suite, with a big hug and kiss. It was obvious they were very comfortable with each other. She took him by the hand and walked him over to the foot of the bed where Danielle was laying.

"Whattaya think, Randy? As fuckable as I said?" Shelly teased.

"Shit. That and more. Why the hell is she still dressed?"

"We thought you might like a little warm-up."

He grinned. "Yeah, that would be good. Let's make the slut strip for us."

Danielle sat up, and I could see she was excited. Kind of sick the way she seemed to like being insulted. "I'm your slut, whatever you want. Use me stud. Tell me what you want, what you need."

"I need you to get that ass shakin', is what I need. Gimme a striptease." He sat down on the edge of the bed, and Shelly turned up the background music. When she approached the bed, Randy pushed her roughly to her knees. "Strip me, bitch, and get me ready."

Shelly shook her head. "No baby, this is about her, not me. Not today." 

Randy grabbed her by the hair tightly, shaking her head. "You'll do what I said, Miss high-and-mighty. Get these pants off of me, and start suckin'!"

Danielle did her best sexy striptease, but she was clearly an amateur, and Randy seemed less than impressed. "Jesus. I hope you fuck better than you strip, slut." He had his hand tangled in Shelly's hair and was pounding her mouth with no concern for her at all. He finally just pushed her away, grabbed my wife by the head, pushed her to her knees, and shoved his cock between her lips. She gagged, choking as he immediately started skull-fucking her. 

I was getting upset, worried for her, but when he let go, she pulled away gasping and sneering. "That all you got? I've managed way bigger than this little thing."

I had no idea what she was up to, but if she was trying to get him pissed off, it worked. He fucked her face, holding her head tightly pressed against his belly, while his cock filled her throat. I thought she'd pass out, but after what seemed like an eternity, she would be free, gasping for air, before she willingly took him all the way again, and again. I heard him groan, as he finally came down her throat, holding her head with both hands, pumping his filth into my wife's belly.

"God, you're a nasty little whore, aren't you?" he growled. "Hubby not enough for you? Some little limp dick, I bet. That's what's got you itching for some real cock, isn't it?"

Danielle just grinned, but Shelly spoke up, surprising the hell out of me. "Leave her husband alone, Randy, or we're done. It'll be the last you'll see of either of us, understood?"

He shrugged. "Whatever. I could give less than a shit about the wimp, as long as I get to destroy his little Princess."

That's what he did, and it was obvious she enjoyed every minute of it. He didn't smack her around as much as Meat had, but he got off on insulting her, calling her a whore, cheap slut, fat ass, all the good stuff. He had her screaming and begging, getting off like crazy. It destroyed me, once again, to see how she behaved for these bastards.

He fucked her viciously, cunt and ass, and made Shelly suck him in between. I was somewhat surprised to hear that the two of them really had stopped insulting me. They even made him use a condom. The first two times. The third time I don't know if they ran out or just didn't care anymore. Went straight from Danielle's ass to her mouth, and she didn't blink an eye. Disgusting whore. The bitch kissed my children with that mouth.

A quick call to Tom, and he assured me that the guy would no longer be in the picture. Don't get me wrong, he wouldn't be assaulted or killed. We're lawyers, words do the job. Words and sometimes a few extra bucks. It's surprising how little cash was required. All it needed was a little leverage, and we had the resources to find it.

I spent the afternoon with Jenny working me hard, while Gina wrote up the deal I'd worked out for Shelly. I was horny as shit, hanging out with the two gorgeous young women. I hadn't been laid in two weeks. I'd have to do something about that. Then again, there were a lot of things that needed taking care of.

I went through a preliminary list in my head, while putting the miles on the treadmill.




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1. Contract issues - Still needed a cook to meet our obligations

2. Money issues - Needed to make the cash pinch hurt. Taxman Jerry had helped. I'm sure that's why Danielle was so worried. Checking our bank status now must have been scary. 

3. Work issues - Mike had taken over for me, but I had promised to help the new Managing Director, and I'd pretty much left him hanging. I'd need to do something about that.

4. Surveillance issues - Cameras in the house, audio in the car. Watch Shelly?

5. Danielle's Fuck-toys - Verify the second guy was dealt with, and that Meat was gone.

6. Danielle's Accomplices - Shelly dealt with, Tina: working on it.

7. Danielle - ???

That was the crux of the issue, wasn't it? What to do about my loving, adulterous, disrespectful wife. Too big of a deal to think about at the moment. I was better off knocking off some of the other issues.

"Jenny, I need you to find me a personal chef. Know anyone?"

"Probably. My friend Francine might work for you. She could make dinner, and prepare your breakfast and lunch for the following day. She's a certified nutritionist."

"Have her come in for an interview as soon as she can."

"Alright. Next week, I want to get you out of this hole, and running outdoors. You think you can handle that?"

"Whatever you think works. I'm yours."

She grinned. "Promises, promises."'

"Don't tease an old man," I warned her.

"Old man? I don't see any old man around here. Just a handsome, successful attorney, who's going to be hot as hell when I get done with him."

"I'm going to hold you to that."

She laughed. "Another double-digit week on the scales, and you can hold me anyway you want."

"See. Now that's real motivation. Let me crank this thing up."

She reached across, her hand stopping mine. "No. Keep the same pace. Don't push it. One injury and all our effort is wasted. You can give me an extra 10 minutes."

After the cool-down, Gina had me review her work. I made a few quick edits, and praised her for an excellent job. "How's the Smithfield work going?"

"I'll have it done by Monday morning, Mr. Anderson."

"No. Don't work on it all weekend. Trust me, it's not worth it. Wednesday morning's fine. And please call me Rick. Mr. Anderson sounds so old."

She blushed, "You're not old, Mist...Rick."

Jenny picked up the kids, and Gina entertained them while I showered and changed. She seemed reluctant to leave but I shooed her out the door, with a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to be alone with my traitorous wife when she got home.

Danielle showed up with Shelly, acting as innocent as a newborn babe. She gave me a hug and Shelly hung back nervously.

"Can we talk about her job?" Danielle asked.

"I was about to feed the kids. How about after dinner?"

Dinner was very normal, and in spite of my wife's sluttish actions, I was in a good mood. She and her friend cleaned up while I got the kids settled in with homework.

We sat across the same outdoor table as we had nearly a week earlier. I put the papers in front of her. "Done deal. Present it, and they'll agree."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. I'm not the liar at this table."

She flushed, but didn't say anything, reading. "Eight weeks on the books? I thought you said she'd only get four."

"Eight weeks. Seven from home."

"And then three more months of severance?"

"Paid bi-weekly, only if she doesn't find a job. If she does, it ends the severance. Full health benefits for up to five months from signing."

She looked at me like I was insane. "Letter of reference?"

"From the CEO. If it's not good enough, we'll make him redo it."

"How? How did you manage all this?" she asked. Shelly watched us both nervously.

"What can I say? I'm good. Maybe not in the sack, but I'm a damn good lawyer."

"I never said you're not good in the sack, baby."

I stood to walk away. "Lies. Always with the damn lies. I'm sick of it."

"No baby. Don't get mad. You and I were great. It's just the last few years. I'm sure it will be wonderful again." She was starting to whine.

Shelly nodded. "It's true. She always said you were wonderful, back then. You did let yourself go."

I glared at the ungrateful bitch, and she shut up.

"I'm sorry, Rick. Thank you for helping me," Shelly said softly, looking down.

Danielle reached into her purse, pulling out a piece of paper. "I got tested. Clean as a whistle. If you want, later we can spend a little time proving it's still great. No credits required. Consider it payment for services rendered."

I was disgusted by her. Did she really believe that I wouldn't be able to tell she'd had her brains fucked out of her this morning? She wanted to give me sloppy seconds as a reward? What a fucking bitch!

I took the paper from her, and looked it over.

"Shall we look at the DVD now?" I asked.

"DVD?" Danielle squeaked.

"From your morning fuck-fest. The latest betrayal. Your third this month as I recall."

"I didn't..."

"Are you going to lie again?" I snapped.

"We didn't video it," Shelly said quickly. "We didn't want to rub it in any more."

"What the fuck, Danielle! We have a contract. I'm required to watch, remember? How am I supposed to do that now?"

"I...I'm sorry."

"Great. I guess your promise about not doing anyone else this month was just another of your lies. That and your promise to no longer involve Shelly in our personal mess. That shit about tearing up the contract if I fixed things. Your dishonesty disgusts me."

She was tearing up. "One last one. We'd already arranged for it."

I tore up her paper. "This is pretty useless."

"No, baby. I made him use a condom. I swear I did."

"Show me the video."

"We don't have one."

"Then I don't believe you. I can't believe anything you say anymore. All I ever hear from you is lies and more lies."

"I'm sorry. You did agree to three."

I glared at Shelly. "Let me guess. This guy, he's another one of your big-dick idiot fuck-friends? You're still pimping my wife out, you ungrateful cunt?"

She lowered her eyes, not even bothering to deny it.

"Whatever. You're welcome for the free legal help. I'm going to go workout now. I'd appreciate it if you left me alone. I really don't want to look at your deceitful, treacherous face at this moment."

I left her crying, her friend holding her, seemingly as embarrassed as my slut-wife.

~ * ~ * ~

The morning weigh-in was awkward. She didn't want to be there, but I insisted. "Nine more pounds." I was more than happy. I had been hoping for five or six. Then again, I had lost my appetite. I could thank Danielle for that.

She forced a smile. "That's wonderful. Twenty pounds in two weeks. I knew you could do it." She started dropping the chips into the piggy bank. No comment this time about the appropriateness of the vessel.

"You knew it so well, you had to threaten and cuckold me. Thanks for the vote of confidence."

"Twenty pounds, Rick. Look at the good we've done. I screwed up, Ok, but you lost 20 lbs!"

"More like 140 lbs."

"A hundred and forty?" she asked.

"You weigh around 120 don't you?"

She ran out of the room, and I didn't see her for the rest of the morning. That pissed me off. I did my morning workout, then got ready to go out. "The kids are yours. I'm headed out," I shouted through the bedroom door.

She opened it seconds later. "Where are you going?"

"Not that it's any business of yours, but I need to buy clothing that fits."

She bit her lip nervously. "Let me know how much you spend, Ok? I might have to move some money around."

"I'll bring receipts."

I did my shopping, and caught a movie. Even had a small popcorn, no butter, and a diet Coke. Paid a short visit to Tom, updating him on everything. When I got home, the kids had been fed, and I dropped the receipt by my wife. "Nothing expensive. I figure they're all temporary."

She nodded. "Can we talk about our contract?"

"Not today. I'm not in much of a mood. I've had enough disappointment in the last 24 hours to last me a lifetime."

In the basement, I logged into the investigator's secure downloads and got the latest audio. Shelly called, worried. Angela had called again. Twice now, giving my wife a hard time, warning her she'd gone way too far. Too little, too late.

~ * ~ * ~

Church the next morning was interesting. We stayed after for confession, and Danielle came out of it white as a sheet.

"You told him?"

"I had to. Confession, you know. Lust, anger, gluttony, sloth, pride. I had a lot to get off my chest."

"But you told him I was sleeping around, and that I made you watch it," she hissed, trying to keep her voice down.

"You want me to lie to a priest? You were going to confess it anyway, weren't you?"

"He wants me to see him for counseling."

"Good. You probably could use it. No way a decent wife would come up with the solution for our problems that you did."

"Damn it, Rick! It's working. Twenty pounds!"

"Sure. I could have just cut off a leg. The ends justifies the means, right?"

"You agreed!"

"Under duress and while being threatened with loss of my children. Sign it by midnight, or else, I believe you said."

"Can we just stop? This is getting out of hand."

"Of course. Only 34 more pounds and we'll stop."

"How long are you going to punish me?" she whined.

"Punish you? I'm the one working my ass off. Starving myself to meet your demands. I haven't been laid in two weeks. Nothing. Haven't gotten off once. Can you say the same? I'm wearing a fucking cock-cage to Mass, damn you! You're getting your whoring ass fucked off! Who's punishing who?"

I have to admit, there was a certain amount of satisfaction in getting her to cry in front of our church.

~ * ~ * ~ The interview went great. Francine was a miracle worker in the kitchen. Dinner was amazing and she assured me it met my dietary requirements. She got the job. Danielle admitted the food was excellent, but was still adamant we couldn't afford it. Which brought up the latest issue.

"What happened to our joint account? There was a lot of money transferred in and out, and now I can't even log in."

"I had Gina take over the finances. You haven't been handling them very well. We had to cash in one of our CDs. I told you we'd have to tighten our belts, and somehow you spent over a thousand dollars during each of your special interludes with your friends." I was selecting my words carefully, with the kids at the table. 

"I...I don't think I spent that much," she argued.

"You did. The f...friggin' suite alone was over $600 a night." I had to watch my language with the twins nearby. "You had to get a luxury suite, didn't you. A simple room wouldn't do. Champagne? A new video camera? And what about your business lunches? Hundreds of dollars a week. Those should be reimbursed by your company, we shouldn't be paying for that."

"But Rick, you know they can't afford it. We've always done it this way."

"Seven hundred dollars for a dress I never even saw? Four hundred for shoes? Two-fifty for lingerie? What happened to the outfit from Neiman Marcus?"

She blushed. "It was kind of ruined that morning, uh...you remember."

"I don't remember. I never saw it, not on you, not on video. You can't be spending like this. I'm certain I made that clear."

"How about you?" she snapped. "What are you spending on your little f...friends?"

"First of all, it was you who insisted I hire them, you and your contract. Jenny gets paid less than two grand a month for 5 hours a day. Gina is working for me as an intern for the experience and a recommendation. She earns a pittance. Francine makes $350 a week for the couple of hours she'll spend here each evening. All of them combined cost less in a month than your three little outings cost us. Hell, Francine will actually save us money over the cost of eating out." 

"How about all that expensive exercise equipment you bought? Why couldn't you just go to a gym?" 

"I would have happily joined a gym, but I think you know why I can't wear exercise clothing in public. Your choice again, not mine. Besides, a year from now, the exercise gear will have paid itself off. Driving back and forth to the gym twice a day would cost a hundred dollars in gas a week. Don't forget the cost of gym membership."

"We wouldn't even have a problem if you'd just get a job," she snapped.

"It's not going to happen. You're going to have to use your salary for all your expenses. Your car payments, your clothing, your gas, your meals. No more money for your boy-toys. No fancy lunches."

"My car payment? That's half my paycheck alone! I can't afford that."

"Sorry. We have no more big checks coming in. It'll only be a few months, hopefully."

She was fuming. She'd be angrier when she found out I'd reduced all her credit card limits and wouldn't be paying for those either. I could hardly wait to see her get turned away from the club, since I'd sold our membership. Eighty-two grand, cash, squirreled away. I might have forgotten to tell her the firm would be paying for our membership as soon as I submitted the request. Senior partner perk, that and a new car. I wasn't in a hurry to explain that to her.

It was important to get control of the money away from her, as I slowly drained our accounts to secret stashes under my control. I still had a couple of months, it shouldn't be too difficult.

After dinner, I took Francine to the side, and thanked her profusely. The meal had been simply amazing. She showed me her process for organizing the next day's breakfast and lunch.

"The children don't need to have your caloric restrictions," she explained, showing me the separately labeled containers. 

Her words inspired me. 

"Actually, I'm the only one who really needs the healthier food. My wife has one of those crazy metabolisms, couldn't gain an ounce if she tried."

Francine smiled. "God, I hate that. So unfair. I have to be so careful with my own diet, preparing all these delicious meals, and only being able to take tiny tastes or I blow up like a balloon."

"I know. Crazy isn't it? That's been part of our problem. She and I eat the same. I've put on 80 pounds and she's still a stick. You don't have to stint on her meals. Cream, butter, all the good stuff. She may as well enjoy it."

Francine nodded. "Absolutely. I'll make sure that yours is the only one we watch calories on."

"And they'll all be like this one?"

She blushed. "Maybe not all of them. I had to bring out my best for the interview, you understand. They'll all be good, I can promise you that much."

"Sounds great to me. I think this is going to be the beginning of a long and very fruitful relationship."

~ * ~ * ~

Danielle stumbled upon me getting a blowjob on Thursday. She'd been walking on eggshells all week. The added expense of Francine cooking for us had her seriously worried, and watching her pennies was completely new to her. The loss of our club membership hit her hard. Her phone conversations made it very clear she knew things were bad. I was surprised to see she had actually started looking into a new job, although she never mentioned it to me. Things between us were coming to a head. Catching Gina sucking me made that abundantly clear.

"Rick?" she said nervously, seeing me sitting on the workout bench, Gina sucking my cock voraciously.

"Hi, Dear. Let me finish my workout and we can talk."

She stared at us for a few seconds, then turned and walked away.

Gina looked up at me nervously, her sexy mouth holding still for the first time in a few minutes. I brushed her raven hair back, smiling at her. "Don't worry. She and I have a deal. I'll still have 14 credits built up after this one, and expect to get several more on Saturday. Please continue, you're doing a fabulous job."

She slowly worked her mouth back down, taking all of me, before getting back to her wonderful sucking.

I hadn't quite promised her that I'd take her with me when I went back to work, but she was very, very appreciative of the potential opportunity. It's only fair to admit she was doing a damn good job so far. Besides, I think she had a crush on me. Heaven knows why, but I wasn't complaining.

I took my shower and retired to watch a little TV. Danielle came in and sat on the opposite end of the couch. "How could you, you bastard! That little stunt is going to cost you."

"What? I followed your rules. I paid her the three credits."

The look of surprise on her face was quite satisfying. "Three credits?"

"Three, for a blowjob. I still have fourteen left." Out of twenty. Let her do the math.

"What the fuck, Rick! You don't get to spend those credits on your little sluts. They can only be used with me."

"Really? I didn't see that in the contract. The wording was pretty specific. One credit per pound. Redeemable at a rate of three per blowjob."

"Damn it, Rick! You know what I meant."

"I know what you specified in your damn contract. I didn't break any of your fucking rules. Can you say the same?" I leaned toward her, shouting, venting my hostility.

She leaned backward, suddenly defensive. "I...I could have done that for you."

"Not without getting a clean bill of health. I was tired of waiting. Did you get tested yet?"

"You know I did!"

"Since your last fuck-fest?"

"I told you, we used protection!"

"And I told you I didn't believe you. No video, remember? You even agreed to get tested. More lies, I guess. I know how you are, Danielle. You might have asked him to use a condom the first time. Maybe even a second time. I know you wouldn't have used it when you blew him, or once he had you going. Go ahead. Lie to me, tell me that every time his cock entered your mouth, cunt and ass, it was covered."

She flushed, a combination of anger and embarrassment. "So if I get tested, you'll stop this? No more blowjobs from your little sluts? Just me?"

"At least you'll be an option. As it is, it's Gina, Jenny or nobody." I looked into the kitchen where Francine was finishing up dinner. "Francine doesn't want to play."

She was upset. I waited for her to blowup but she was determined to stay in control. "I'll stop if you will. All of it."

"How am I supposed to believe that? You haven't been very trustworthy, and now you're doing your cheating in secret."

"No more. I swear. And it wasn't cheating, it was one of my three. Give us a chance, Rick. Don't destroy everything because of my stupid mistake. I know you don't want to break up this family. I know you still love me. Let's stop this now."

"I wish I could. I don't trust you anymore, Dear. Not one bit. All you care about is getting more and more big cock from your lovers."

"He wasn't even all that big. Not like Meat. I just wanted that last one. It was stupid, and I'm sorry. We had our agreement, and I'd already made the plans."

"Yeah. I'm working my ass off trying to help your friend, and you're getting more fat cock, cuckolding me. The bitch is still helping you, after you promised to keep her out of it. I'm doing my best to save her career, and she's humiliating me. How can I ever trust you again, Danielle? How?"

"She didn't humiliate you, baby. She defended you. I swear she did."

"Right. Convenient there's no video for that. I know what I saw on the first two."

"Give me another chance, Rick. We had twelve great years. Don't I deserve that much? I gave you another chance after you cheated on me."

"Of course you did. After blackmailing and punishing me."

"Then punish me. Punish and forgive me, like I did you."

"I'll think about it."

She nodded slowly. "I didn't want this, you know. I thought you'd lose the weight, and everything would be wonderful. I'm scared now. I think I've lost you."




The Cuckold Diet Challenge Ch. 03



"You didn't lose me. You threw me away for some monster cocks."

"I never planned that. Shelly brought that freak into it."

"But you didn't turn it down did you? You enjoyed it. Went back for seconds. How am I ever supposed to compete against that?"

"I don't love him. It was only sex. You're my husband, the one I love. The father of my children."

"No. I'm your cuckold. 'Cuckboy' remember? I've got the video if you need to refresh your memory."

"I'm sorry. I'll get tested. No more screwing around. That's over. I've stopped. I hope you will, but I've stopped even if you won't."

"Funny, I heard that before."

"Believe it or don't. I'm done. I hate this, hate all of it. I hate what you've become."

"Skinnier? Isn't that what was so all-important to you?"

She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. She had tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry I hurt you. Sorry I wasn't a better wife. I pray one day you'll forgive me, before it's too late." She got up and walked away.

Maybe she meant it. I doubted it. Only time would tell.

~ * ~ * ~

I had nearly killed myself that week, at least 3 hours of cardio a day, following my diet, doing the weight training, and I only lost 7 pounds.

I know, I know. Seven pounds is still pretty huge, but I was used to the big numbers. I'd been hoping for double digits. After all, the only thing I did was work-out and diet. 

"Twenty-seven pounds! Can you believe it, baby? Three weeks, and you're already half-way to your goal. God, you're amazing. Who would ever have thought you could do it!?" Danielle gushed.

Jenny leaned in and gave me a big hug. "I knew he could do it. He's a machine. Heart of a lion. He can do anything." She gave me a tug on the arm. "Go on back to bed, Danielle. We've got a race to go to."

Danielle didn't seem too happy about that part. My personal assistant, trainer and now running partner was dragging me off to my first 5K. I had no expectations of doing anything other than finishing it without walking. My wife was less than exuberant about my going off to a race she knew nothing about.

I left her in the bathroom. "Don't forget my credit chips," I reminded her.

It felt good to be surrounded by thousands of other health-conscious runners. I limbered up, and Jenny reminded me of my goals. "I'll be maintaining an 8 minute a mile pace, your job is to stay on my ass. I know you can do this, Ricky."

"That's awfully fast. We've been doing closer to 10 minutes a mile."

She nodded. "Yes, but you've been doing that for an hour at a time. You've been putting the miles on your frame, and you're down to 225 lbs. I know you can do it."

I grinned. "At least I'll have a great view, as I crash and burn."

She walked up to me, and stood close, very close. "You're not going to 'crash and burn'. You're going to finish the race in under 25 minutes." She moved in even closer, her voice dropping, intimate. "You want some motivation, big guy? I'm going to run the race in 25 minutes on the nose. You beat me to the finish, you can have me. All five credits worth. No more one credit handjobs."

It was all the incentive I needed. I wasn't even hurting as I crossed the line a few strides ahead of her. The big time clock indicated 25:15, but we hadn't started near the front of the pack. My personal time should be better. Jenny caught me in a hug, as soon as we escaped the flow of the participants. "You did it. 24:28!"

I laughed, hugging her back. "You picked up the pace at the end, didn't you?"

"Just a little. Didn't want to take any chances. I could see you wouldn't have a problem. That wasn't so difficult, was it?"

"No. Not too difficult."

"So when I tell you that next week your new time to beat is 24 minutes, you're not going to have a problem with that?"

"I'm not going to say it will be easy, but I'll give it a go."

She took my hand in hers, walking with me. "I'm proud of you, Ricky. You're making great strides."

"Thanks, Jenny. You've been exactly what I needed."

"You want to tell me what's going on between you and your wife? This is all pretty weird you know. You say she actually approves of you going outside the marriage?"

I figured it wouldn't hurt to confess everything. "I wouldn't exactly say she approves. We have a contract, at her insistence."

I explained the contract, her effort to get me to lose the weight, and the penalties involved. It was a long walk back to the car, and I wasn't close to done by the time we got there. I unlocked the door for her, and was surprised by her slipping into my arms, kissing me. "Down payment," she teased.

As we drove back home, she slipped a sweatshirt on. "That may be the cruelest and stupidest thing I've ever heard. Does she really want to get rid of you that badly?"

"I don't think so. She didn't see the ramifications. She figured I'd do whatever she wanted. Sad to say, most of the marriage that's been true. I was never one to rock the boat much, and I've spoiled her rotten. If she wanted something, and it was in my power, she got it."

"Cheating on her was pretty damn stupid," Jenny said, and I heard the icy tone of her voice.

"It was. I was frustrated, and aggravated. The closeness we'd once had was on the wane. There were things I wanted to do that she wouldn't. None of that is a valid excuse. I know that. It was wrong. If she wanted to divorce me over it, I could understand. But not this."

She nodded. "Two wrongs don't make a right. I can't tell you what works or doesn't in a marriage. Never been there, and my parents weren't the best examples in the world. I don't see how what you two are doing can end up in anything but disaster."

"You're probably right. I think maybe she's realizing that."

"So when do you want your reward?" she asked.

"How about Monday? Can you come by a little early? The kids will be at school, and Danielle will be at work."

"You gonna hide it from her?"

"No, but I'm not going to rub her face in it either. That's her style, not mine. When she sees the credit chips missing from the bank, she'll know. I'll be discrete, but if she asks, I'll tell her."

"I don't want to break up your marriage. Your kids are great. It would be hell on them, you know."

"You're not breaking it up. You didn't threaten me, cheat on me, and rub my face in it. You didn't humiliate me. No, you did just the opposite. You supported me all the way. Never think I don't appreciate it. It's nice to know that not all women are like my damn slut wife."

"Alright. Monday it is. Go to bed early Sunday, you're going to need your rest."

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Sunday was a pleasant change. Tom and Angela had us over for a barbecue. The kids were invited to hang out with theirs. I have to admit the ribs were awfully tempting, but I ate grilled chicken breast and veggies, and made the most of it. Had my first beer in three weeks. A light one. Yuck.

After the meal, I joined Tom in his study for a bourbon and a cigar. I'm not sure what the women were up to, but I was fairly certain Angela was working on Danielle again, warning her.

We shot the shit for a few minutes then Tom got serious. "Rick, I hate to ask, but we need your help."

"Ask. It's not likely I'd ever say no."

He nodded. "I know that, but you're supposed to be on your sabbatical. It's the Weston account, we have a problem."

Weston was mine. A big win, and I pulled their ass out of the fire twice already. "Go on."

"Old man Weston has a personal issue this time. Doesn't want anyone but you working on it. It's your own fault you know, saving his bacon last time."

"How bad?"

"Nothing really. Anyone could handle it, if he'd let them. He insists on you. Any chance you could cover it?"

"Of course. How soon?"

"As soon as you can."

"I'll call him tomorrow, and set up a meeting as soon as he's ready."

"You need any help, you can bring us in. All the firm's resources are available to you, of course."

"I will if I need to. We'll see how it goes. I've got Gina to do any legwork necessary."

"She any good? I mean, she looks hot as hell, but she's just an intern."

"She's sharp. A lot better than I expected. I'll probably bring her with me when I come back."

"Into the pool?"

"Yeah. I don't want to be too obviously playing favorites. I'd still like to have her available to me."

"For work only. You can't be banging her. Not if she works for you."

"I know. Don't worry about that. She's a fun little distraction, but I'll end anything before I go back."

"Is there anything to end?" he asked, smirking.

"Seven credits worth."

He laughed. "You dog. Danielle knows?"

"Yeah. She walked in on the second BJ."

"I bet that went over like a lead balloon."

"It was good. Not the blowjob, that was good too, but her seeing it. I made it clear that she wouldn't be the one I'd be redeeming my credits with. She's talking about stopping everything now."

"You believe her?"

"Not a bit. I'll watch her though. Who knows? She might surprise me."

"Angie says Danielle knows she fucked up. She doesn't know how to get out of it."

"She could begin by not fucking around, not doing it behind my back, keeping her nosy friends out of it, stop lying, and trying to make up for it. That would be a nice start."

"The club thing is killing her. She's so embarrassed, she's afraid to show her face anywhere."

"You think that's bad? Wait until she misses her car payments and it gets repossessed."

"Shit, Rick! You can't do that. That would destroy your own credit."

"Naw. I talked to the bank. I told them if she missed her payments, I'd pay it off if they repossessed. They're amenable. They don't want to lose the business. I'm a pretty good customer."

"Damn. Now that's the lawyer Rick I expected to see. You put that whiny bastard that showed up at my house a few weeks ago out of his misery I hope."

I nodded. "It's still difficult. Twelve years, we were married. I still love her. Hell if I know why."

"And she loves you. She was an idiot, and thought she could make you her little submissive cuckold. She'll learn. Don't be too hard on her."

"Don't be hard on her? You're the one that told me I was right to dump the bitch."

He shrugged. "What do I know? I'm on the outside looking in. Half of me says to burn her to the ground, the other half says you won't find anyone like her. She loves you."

I sighed. "I guess we'll see. I don't trust her. I'm giving her enough rope; let's see if she hangs herself."

"Just don't be in a hurry to put the noose around her neck. Give her a fighting chance."

"It's difficult. The video's are hard to forget."

Tom shrugged. "I believe that. Get even, but don't get revenge if you don't have to." He took a sip of his bourbon. "That's my two cents, for whatever it's worth. An ugly divorce wouldn't be good for anyone, including your professional image."

He was right about that. Still, a man had to do what a man had to do. And this man wasn't going to let her go on making a wimp out of him. No way.

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That evening Danielle put on the hard press. Came to my room dressed in her naughtiest nightie.

"Rick, baby? Do you have some time for your foolish wife?"

"I always have time for my beautiful wife. What's up?"

She came in and sat down on my bed, where I was sitting up, doing some reading. Daniels' Running Formula. Jenny had insisted I study it. She was determined to make a runner out of me. She said it would help with the long-term weight control.

"I know you don't trust me, and I've handled everything horribly. I don't know what to do. I want to fix things between us, but I don't know how. Please help me."

Open and honest. That was new. "It's going to be difficult. I wish I could say otherwise, but I can't. When I look at you now, I still see the beautiful woman I married, the sexy goddess I've adored. The loving mother of my children. But I'm reminded that I disgust you, I'm useless in bed. Pathetic. I see you screaming out for your lovers, giving them what you promised was only for me. Things you wouldn't do for me. The way you responded, the incredible screaming orgasms. You've never been like that with me. I don't see how I can ever satisfy you now."

She nodded sadly. "I would say it's only sex, but that's so stupid. Obviously that's never true. All I have to do is remember that girl sucking your cock. I count the chips in your bank over and over again, wondering where they've gone. I hurt you, and it was so stupid to do it the way I did. I...I wouldn't have chosen someone like Meat. Yes, I enjoyed it during the moment, and it was a unique experience, but it wasn't something I'd want to do often. It hurt, and the way he belittled me was humiliating. It was the thought of doing it, the control, the revenge that made it so damn exciting. Now it makes me sick. I'm sorry."

"What about the third time?" I asked, seeing how honest she'd be.

"Another of Shelly's castoffs. I'm not going to lie. I enjoyed it. He had a nice big cock, but a size I could get comfortable with after a while. I did make him use a condom. I swear. But I think he either took it off or didn't use it the last time. I...I didn't want that, but once it was done, what could I do? I'm sorry. Sorry I did it, and sorry I lied about it. He treated me like dirt, and I was so down on myself, doing it with him, when I knew you were trying to help Shelly, that I actually enjoyed the abuse. I wanted him to treat me like the stupid whore I was. God, I hope I never have to see him again. I could barely even look at Shelly afterward. You were right, it was foolish to get her involved. I regret that, almost as much as doing it in the first place."

"You enjoyed humiliating me. You know you did. I don't know if I can get over that. Making me clean you up, after you fucked around. Trying to make me do it again. The name calling, the insults. I wonder now if you ever enjoyed sex with me. If you ever could. I don't understand how you could say those things if you didn't mean it. You destroyed me as a man. For the rest of my life, I won't be able to make love to you without wondering if you're disappointed, thinking about one of your lovers. Doubting that I'm big enough to satisfy you. I'll wonder if you're faking your orgasms. You never scream with me, beg me for more. How am I supposed to get past that, Danielle? How?"

"I...I don't know. I'd remind you we had twelve wonderful years before I became an idiot, but you can't trust me. You know I've lied to you, far too many times, digging my hole ever deeper. I don't know why I did that, I never used to. The weight was a problem. I didn't say it, but it was often uncomfortable, your big belly pushing on me. Sometimes it would press on my bladder, and I'd have to pee so bad it was distracting. You couldn't go as deep, and I missed the feeling of fullness. When you laid on me afterward, I used to love it, feeling your body again mine. For the last few years it was just painful. I couldn't breathe. That's why I started insisting on you doing it from behind. Maybe I should have said something earlier, insisted we work on it. When I found out you'd cheated on me, when I'd been suffering quietly through less than memorable sex, I just snapped."

She leaned over, head in her hands and started crying. "I'm sorry. I was so angry, and I talked to Shelly about it. We got a little crazy, thinking of all kinds of vicious revenge scenarios. It wasn't just her, but together, we...we went a little nuts. I forgot how important you are to me, and let my anger and desire for vengeance get carried away. I had to go and ruin your big day, the day you finally got your promotion. You hurt me, Rick. Hurt me horribly, but I was an ass about how I handled it."

She turned and threw her arms around me. "I don't want to lose you. I feel like you're already 90% out the door, and I don't know how to fix it. Please, baby. Please! Don't give up on us yet. Give me a chance. Give us a chance."

I held her, letting her tears moisten my chest. "You're right. We're hanging on by a thread. I wish it weren't true. I love you, but I don't know how I can ever get past all of it. I expect it will get worse before it gets better, if it ever does. I don't want to put you through that, but I'm lost. I don't see a path back. No respect, no trust, all my desire for you burned away by those images of you which are constantly running through my brain. Knowing I'm not enough for you, wondering why you'd even want me. I'm sick to death, Danielle. Disgusted by you and your vicious, slutty behavior."

She pulled away, nodding. "I'm just as sick of it as you, baby. I'm miserable. I want to make it up to you, at least get us headed in the right direction. I know I don't deserve it but could you please do a couple of things for me?"

"What?" I asked, not feeling particularly like complying.

"Throw away that damn chastity device. Burn that fucking contract."

"It's kind of late for that, don't you think?"

"Three weeks too late. I know. But we have to start with something. Do that for me? Please? Let's start putting this behind us."

"Is that it?"

She shook her head slowly. "One more thing. I know it'll be more difficult, but I need it. I need it so bad, I'll probably go crazy if you won't."

"This doesn't sound good. What is it?"

"Move back to our bedroom. Sleep beside me. You don't have to touch me, and I won't touch you if you don't want, but I need you there. I can't sleep anymore. I wake up reaching for you, listening for your breathing. I know it's a lot to ask, more than I deserve. I'll beg if you want." She was serious, she slid off the bed, on her knees. "I'm begging you, Rick. On my knees begging. Return to my bed. Our bed. I'll do whatever you want. Wear whatever you want. I don't know what else to do, baby. Please, if you ever loved me at all, even if you're going to leave me, leave from our bed. Not from here."

I heard the words, but looking down at her, groveling, all I could remember was the humiliation. The insults. Her true feelings, no matter how much she wanted to deny it now. How eagerly she invited those bastards to use her body, destroying any chance we might have. Seeing her on her knees, I saw images of her sucking their cocks like that, on her knees. Swallowing their seed, like she wouldn't for me. She was sorry now. Sorry because she might have to actually work for a living. Maybe sorry over how it would impact our kids. But was she sorry for what she did, so joyously? I didn't think so.

"I can't, Danielle. Not tonight. It's too soon. The pain is too raw. The disgust far too vivid. I'll think about it. I promise I will. I just can't do it yet."

I saw the sadness, the disappointment, and then the flash of anger. I was right. It was too soon.

"What do you want from me, Rick? Do I have to crawl on my belly? Will that be enough? Should I shave my head, and walk down the street beating myself in penance? What do you want?"

"Don't shave your head for me. You sure as hell wouldn't shave your pussy for me, but you did it for your damn lover quick enough," I snapped.

"I said I was sorry! What the hell do you want from me!"

"Faithfulness and respect would be a great start. Since I'm not going to get that, time will have to do. I need more time."

She slowly stood up. "Alright. Take all the time you need. I understand your wanting to punish me. Please remember, I'm only human. I made a mistake, but I can only take so much. You're not completely blameless. I put up with your slovenly ways for years. I forgave you for cheating on me. I went too far, but you pushed me that direction. I'm willing to do my part to make things better, but I can't do it alone."

I bit back any vicious retort. "I know. I think a little time without fanning the flames will help. Can we start with that? Nothing to make it worse, and a little time to get over the immediacy of the pain."




The Cuckold Diet Challenge Ch. 04



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Chapter 4: A turn for the worse

My continuation of the The Cuckold Diet Challenge by RazorLyt, (2/2/09)

In chapter 3, Rick's efforts start to payoff. He gets his wife's friend fired, for conspiring with her and humiliating him on tape. In the aftermath of her dismissal, he agrees to help smooth her transition to a new job, in a twist to make her beholden to him, and feel even more guilty for helping his wife.

While he's working to help Shelly, his wife's best-friend, Danielle decides to use her third outing of the month with another big-dicked stranger, but doesn't video tape it, not wanting to make him have to watch again, since he's being so helpful. She is surprised when he confronts her about it, knowing the entire situation since he's having her watched and is recording her conversations. 

Rick starts having sex with his assistants, first with an intern blowjob that his wife walks in on, and then with full-blown sex with his hot young trainer. Danielle finally recognizes the entire situation has gotten out of hand, and she tries to mend things, but Rick is having none of it. She went too far, too easily, and he's well on his way to bailing out of his marriage, unless someone can convince him otherwise.

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The meeting with Weston was anticlimactic. It took less than 2 hours and he was ebullient by the time I was done explaining the solution. I contacted Tom and let him know I had the situation in hand, and accepted some grilling as to whether I was going to try to work things out with Danielle. I was non-committal.

Jenny was teasing all week long, but that was all. She assured me several times that if I could run our 5K in under 24:00, I'd get another chance to spend 5 credits on her. I now knew that would be 5 credits incredibly well spent.

Gina was attentive, well beyond her job requirements. On Friday she showed up early, and when I woke, she was in my bed, naked. She smiled for me, and showed me a fistful of credits. "Am I worth 5, Rick?"

"Worth a hell of a lot more than that, beautiful. But tomorrow I'm going to see if I can work things out with my wife."

She dropped the credits noisily on the bed-stand, and slid into my arms. "Then I guess there's no better time than the present. Jenny won't be in until after 3:00, I let her know you'd be busy."

Gina was right. She kept me very busy. Her body wasn't as firm, flexible and strong as Jenny's. She was softer, curvier, sexier. She was also less direct, playful in bed, teasing, and toying with me. She was very orally accommodating, and enjoyed dragging things out, preventing me from coming, keeping me on edge. She was extremely responsive to my oral attention, and I wasn't as cruel, letting her come for me repeatedly. By lunch time, I had only come once for her, and still had not been inside her pussy.

We ate lunch naked, talking about the Weston case, a couple of new possibilities we could work on, and what life would be like as a new associate in the firm. She sat on my lap while we ate, and I enjoyed the ready access I had to her naked body. We returned to my bed, and I was determined to have her, no more teasing. She knew she was getting to me, and her smile lit up the room. "You want me, don't you Rick? You want to stick that big cock of yours inside my tight little pussy."

Her words hurt, although I'm sure she didn't intend it. My 'big' cock. I doubted I'd ever hear those words from my wife again. Even if she said them, how could I believe her? And Gina's tight pussy? Danielle's would hardly be tight. Not after hours of fucking her big-dicked studs. Would she even be able to feel me?

Gina wasn't aware of my thoughts, and didn't care. Her mouth got me hard, and she climbed on top of me, placing the head of my cock at her opening, teasing me. She slowly lowered herself onto my cock. She was tight, deliciously so, and had me groaning before I was fully sheathed. 

She'd only been riding me for a few minutes when the door opened, and Danielle walked into the room.

I paused, and pulled the sheet up, covering us, as Gina turned her face away in embarrassment. I didn't pull out of my sexy intern, but I held her still, stopping the action. I was buried all the way in her young pussy, throbbing.

"Hi Danielle," I said softly. "I'm sorry. I never wanted to rub your face in it."

She stood quietly, glanced at the pile of credits beside the bed, then nodded her head. "You're right. You never did. That was me. Would you mind if I stayed and watched?"

"Watch?" I wasn't sure I understood what she was saying.

"Please. I...I think I need to see what it was like for you, forcing you to watch what I did. I won't interfere, won't say a word." She pulled the desk chair around, facing the bed, and sat.

"I don't want to hurt you, Danielle. That's not my intention."

"No. That's what I do. Please go on, Rick."

I had conflicting feelings. I did want to punish her. Make her watch, see me enjoying sex with my young intern. I wanted to have my way with Gina, and keep the feelings going. At the same time, I was afraid of how I'd look compared to what Danielle had been sampling. Would she laugh at me and my pitiful cock? I wondered if I could perform up to par, measure up. I felt myself shrinking, and I slipped out of Gina's warm confines.

She rose up a little, her hands reaching up and holding my face. She kissed me softly. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. You are wonderful in bed," she said. "You're not small at all, and I won't listen to any bullshit about that." She paused a moment to glare at my wife. "Any woman that needs more than you have to offer has a problem. Do you think you left Jenny unsatisfied?"

I had to smile at that. Jenny seemed quite pleased with my performance. "No."

"Precisely. I expect at least as good as she got." She leaned down, her lips pressing against my ear. "Please, Rick. Don't let her ruin this for me. I fear this is going to be my only time with you. Make it memorable. Please."

She threw the sheets off the bed, defiantly. Moving down the mattress, she turned at an angle to me, and took my softening cock in her mouth, facing my wife. I let her pleasure me, feeling better about things, watching this hot young woman suck me to hardness, her eyes locked on my wife. 

Danielle didn't say anything, merely watching. I saw her eyes moisten, a couple of tears straggling down her face.

Gina was very straightforward, using only her mouth at first, sliding up and down. She brought her hands into play, stroking me, her mouth concentrating on the end of my cock, teasing wonderfully. I reached down and pulled her toward me. She acquiesced, moving her legs toward my head until she was straddling my face.

It was something that Danielle didn't like to do. Something her fuck toys hadn't done. She'd let me lick her, she enjoyed that, but rarely for very long, and almost never to completion. Gina had no such qualms. She was dripping wet, and I tongued her and sucked her to a sweet little orgasm, interrupting her blowjob.

"God, that's nice," she groaned, head resting on my thigh, as she quivered. I continued my ministrations, licking away joyfully, while she did just enough to keep me hard. I pulled her crotch down to my face, controlling her, holding her in place so she couldn't escape as I felt her nearing another one. She was gasping, grunting sweetly, grinding her hips down. Her fingers dug into my flesh, squeezing my cock, when she cried out, bathing my face with her juices.

I swatted her firm little ass cheeks, nibbling her lips while she collapsed on me, her full weight resting on my body. I opened her legs wider for a better look, and teased her back door. I gained another sexy moan for my effort, and wet my finger in my mouth, before penetrating her ass with it. 

I played with her a couple of more minutes before she climbed off of me. "That was fucking perfect, you wonderful man," she beamed before turning around and straddling my cock. "Now I need the real thing." She eased herself onto my cock, pushing back until I was buried inside of her.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Rick. I need this one. Afterward you can do what you want with me, but I have to have this one."

She was true to her word, fucking me wantonly, shifting her legs, moving around, looking for new ways to take my cock from above. She ended up squatting above me, my hands helping lift her ass, as I thrust up into her from below. Fast, hard and steady, I fucked her, watching her excitement level rise. For the first few minutes she seemed to simply accept me, then in a blink of an eye, I heard the change in her breathing, and the sexy groan as I started to get to her. "Fuck," she moaned, pushing back against me. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

It was all the incitement I needed, and I hammered her sweet young pussy. "Damn, baby girl. You're so sweet, so tight. I'd almost forgotten how good a tight young pussy could feel. You're driving me crazy."

"Take me, fill me. Give me your cum," she gasped.

She came hard for me shortly after that. I pulled her down, body prone, my arm around her shoulders holding her close, her head beside mine, the sound of her hard breathing a powerful aphrodisiac. My other hand held her ass cheek tightly while I pummeled her pussy. She came again, quickly, noisily, pushing me over the edge. I groaned through my own release, filling her.

I rolled with her, pulling out, spreading her legs and going down on her. She squealed in pleasure, holding my head, grinding her hips up against my face as I forced her body to come yet again. I thought I heard sobbing coming from the direction of my wife, but I didn't care. I loved making the young beauty respond to me. 

Several minutes of oral had me hard again, and I climbed on top of her, fucking her roughly. She was completely helpless, her body little more than a mass of nerve endings, beautiful gasping noises escaping her lips as I used her. It was hard to tell when she was coming, but she always seemed on edge. I played with her tits, still young and firm, nipples hard. "Damn, you have great tits. Perfect, round, firm."

"Mark them," she gasped.

My teeth and lips did as she asked, little bite marks and hickeys scattered across her immaculate flesh, while my cock continued driving into her. 

"Make me yours, Rick. All yours. Nobody but yours. I'll never cheat on you, I swear. You'll never have to worry about me. My pussy, my ass, my mouth, whatever you want. I'll never deny you. Claim me, baby." She was touching me, caressing my flesh, pressing back against my insistent pounding. "Tell me you love my tight little pussy, Rick. Tell me."

I gasped. "You're incredible, Gina. I love fucking you."

"Come for me. Fill me up. Put a baby up inside me, Rick. Fuck me and breed me."

I suspected the words were meant to taunt my wife. Gina had already told me she was on the pill. She was a wicked young thing.

"Soon," I warned her. "Too damn good to hold back, baby. Gotta fill this pussy."

She shut up, letting the ride work her up, driving her closer to her own orgasm. "Harder," she moaned.

I fucked her harder, leaning over her, driving deeply. 

"Don't Rick. Please don't," Danielle whined from her seat nearby.

It just made me angry. She could fuck around all she wanted. Big-dicked idiots. And now she wanted me to stop? I hammered my intern even harder.

Gina was whimpering beautifully, tensing up. Oh, yeah. I was gonna own that pussy.

I felt the impending finish, and started fucking her faster, holding back my release, until I couldn't stand it. "Ahhhh," I groaned, pumping her full of my juice, making the gorgeous young woman come on my cock, while I filled her.

I heard the door close softly, as Danielle left us. 

Not so fun, is it?

I wasn't done with the young hottie. The next one was just as wonderful. A little less fiery, more loving, but equally satisfying. We showered together, and I was pleasantly surprised when a naked Jenny climbed in the shower with us.

"Busy?" she teased Gina.

"Very," Gina giggled.

"As good as I said?" Jenny asked.

"God! Better. Incredible."

I let them wash me, while they chatted about me, as if I wasn't even there. After a couple of minutes, Jenny exited the shower, and dragged me after her. "He's mine now. That workout doesn't count."

Gina exited, grabbing a towel and rubbing her hair briskly. I loved the way her tits shook while she did it. "Do your magic, Jen. Make him a stud for me."

Jenny chuckled. "For you? No way. For me."

"For us?"

"Alright. For us. If her highness doesn't manage to steal him back," Jenny said, drying herself casually, as if the three of us standing there naked was the most natural thing in the world.

I put on my workout gear, and followed Jenny's tight little butt downstairs. 

Danielle was sitting in the living room, and as I walked past, she stood quickly. "Can I have a minute, Rick? Just a minute. I don't want to interfere with your workout. I have to go and get the kids anyway."

I nodded and swatted Jenny's tight buns. "I'll be down in a second."

I went over and sat down beside my wife. It was obvious she'd been crying. "I'm sorry, Ok? I didn't know. I couldn't stand watching you like that, with her. It destroyed me. I thought I could, but I...I couldn't. I'll always hate myself for making you watch. Please forgive me. Forgive me for that, if you can. Not the rest, not yet, but I did try to understand. I tried." She started crying again. "She's younger, prettier, bigger tits, tighter pussy. It's not fair, Rick. I bore our children, breastfed. My p...pussy, can't be tight like that. My tits are stretched and sagging, but it was for us! For our family!"

"Foot-long cock, Danielle?"

"I didn't choose that! Sheri did!"

"You chose. The second time. You chose that all on your own. My pathetic dick may not satisfy your loose, stretched out cunt, and gaping ass, but it seems to be more than enough for my girls."

"You satisfy me, baby. You have for twelve years."

"I don't see how. I'm pathetic, useless in bed. Hell, you had to get drunk to have sex with me the last time we were together. You said it yourself. You didn't know how you'd ever go back to anything smaller than Meat. I guess you don't have to."

"It was a mistake! A stupid, selfish mistake, alright? What I said was just sex talk, and trying to get some payback, it wasn't real. Please, can we stop?"

"You got your month's worth of big-cock. All paid up front, three times in 10 days. I've got one more weigh-in this month, two days from now. I'm going to use my credits for this month."

"Use them with me?" she pleaded.

"Just like you got the dick you needed from me, Dear?"

She sobbed piteously. "After, then. After you use these up, can we stop then? Nobody else? Please?"

I stood. She was eating into my workout time. "We'll talk about it, alright? I'll consider it. You have to admit, it's great motivation. Ingenious. I'm hoping for a real big number on Saturday. You wanted me to lose weight, and it's working."

"I love you, Rick. I've always loved you, even when I was being cruel and selfish. Even when you cheated on me. Please help me fix things. You said we weren't going to make things worse. You'd take some time, and give us a chance."

"It has to balance, Danielle. You humiliated me, in front of our friends, destroyed my career. You insisted on your damn contract, threatening me, our marriage, our family. You got your month's worth of cuckolding me. You made me watch. Made me lick and suck that bastard's cum off your body. Locked my cock up in a cage. I've got eleven credits, and expect to get several more Saturday. I'll be using them, and not with you. You still haven't proven you're clean after your last bareback fuck, with a stranger, despite your numerous promises. I don't know why your endless lies still surprise me."

She nodded, standing. "Use your credits, if you have to. I got tested yesterday, and I'll have the results in a couple of days. Then I pray you can stop punishing me and help me fix things. I don't want to break up our family, but I'm not gonna live like this forever."

"You wanted me to be your cuckold for months and months. How long did you think it was gonna take me, Danielle? Six months? A year? At least 200 lbs, you said. At least 3 times a month. You really thought you could buy more times cheating on me with your body? You said if I gained weight, it would get ugly, right? What was supposed to happen then? A gangbang? Make me watch and clean you up afterward? Was that your plan?" Every time I thought about what she had tried to do to me, I got angrier and angrier.

She shook her head. "No, no gangbangs. I don't know what I planned to do. Something stupid, I'm sure. I fucked up. I know it. I'm going to go get the kids now." She turned toward the door, then stopped. "You never even asked me why I came home early."

"Ok, I'll bite. Why did you come home early?"

"I got the job. I start next week, part-time, full-time the week after, after I've finished up at the old one. We'll be able to pay our bills, if we're careful, until you finish getting back in shape." She sighed. "I thought you'd be proud of me, that we could celebrate."

"Like we celebrated my promotion? By destroying me, our marriage and family with your God damn contract?"

"Yeah. I guess it's exactly like that," she said, walking away. I barely heard her whispered, "I'm sorry."

~ * ~ * ~

That night, after we'd put the kids down, and she'd gone to bed, I went to our bedroom. I undressed and slid under the sheets beside my wife. I tried to be quiet, not wake her. I knew she had an early day.

"Thank you," she whispered softly, several minutes after I had joined her, as far away on the mattress as I could get.

"I didn't ask you to watch. I'm sorry about that."

"I know. I...I thought I'd try to make us even, in that one small area. A start. I'm sorry I couldn't stick through it. It was too difficult."

"Believe me, baby, I know."

We were quiet for a while. I couldn't get to sleep, and I could tell she was having similar issues. 

"Hold me, Rick? I know I don't deserve it. Let me pretend things are getting better."

I turned and pulled her close, spooning with her. 

"Thank you," she whispered.

"You're forgiven, for making me watch," I said.

She hugged my arm to her chest, and cried herself to sleep. I was eventually able to free myself, and get some rest myself.

~ * ~ * ~

"Six pounds," Danielle announced. "Thirty-three pounds total. I'm proud of you, Rick."

She pulled out her poker chips, and I was surprised to see she had two different kinds. She started putting some in the jar. She'd gotten rid of the piggy bank, and switched to a huge glass jar. "Six more to do as you please," she said softly, adding the white and yellow striped discs. Then she showed me the new red chips. "And six more, which can only be used with me," she said, braving a little smile. "One chip is good for anything you want with me. I hope you'll start using them soon."

She showed me her slip from the doctor. "I'm clean. I'm available, and I'm very willing, Rick."

Jenny gave my arm a tug. "Gotta run, or we're gonna be late for the race."

I leaned over and gave Danielle a kiss on the cheek. "We should be back before lunch."

I saw her well before then. I crossed the finish line in 23:26, a good 10 yards ahead of Jenny, and saw my wife and children on the sideline, holding up a sign that said "Go Dad!" and cheering for me. I got hugs from all of them, in spite of my sweaty condition, and the kids hugged Jenny too. Danielle didn't, but she didn't make any kind of scene either. It's hard to describe how good their presence made me feel.




The Cuckold Diet Challenge Ch. 04



We went home for lunch, and Jenny said her goodbyes. My family had plans for me, and we made a day of it. It started with Eric's ballgame, then bowling, of all things. It was nice. I rarely thought of what Danielle had done to me, and enjoyed the time with the kids. We ate dinner out as a family, and I even stole a few french fries. After eating clean for more than a month, they seemed awfully greasy and very salty.

I was showering before bed, when Danielle opened the shower door. "May I join you?" she asked.

I wasn't going to have sex with her, but I was willing to offer an olive branch. "Please."

She slid into the shower, standing right in front of me, the water beating down on both of us. She put her arms around me, and held me. Nothing more than that, just a hug. After a while she let go, and looked down. "There was a time when that would have gotten a big response," she said sadly.

I put my arms around her, and turned so that the water was cascading down my back. I put some shampoo in my hand and started on her hair. I always loved her gorgeous red mane. "It's too early for that. I'm trying Danielle, but the images are too fresh, too vivid. I still hear all the words, every last one of them. The insults, the screams of pleasure given to someone else, the humiliation."

I turned with her and rinsed her hair. "Give me a little time, Ok? I'm hoping it will fade, and I won't be disgusted when I see you naked. I won't get nauseous, picturing you with them."

She smiled wryly as I ran my fingers through her hair. "And the turnaround's complete," she whispered. "At 250 lbs your body disgusted me, but at least you could lose weight. Now I disgust you, and I'll be damned if there's anything I can do about it."

I pulled her close. "Have patience, alright? The last two times I saw you naked was after you'd come home to me covered in your lover's cum, telling me to clean you. Making me watch those damn videos. In a month, the only two times I saw you naked, before today, were totally humiliating."

She hugged me tightly. "If there's anything I can do to make it better, let me know. I can't take it back. It's done. I would if I could. Now all I can do is try to fix it."

I turned off the water, and dried myself, while she did the same next to me. She put on a t-shirt. "I won't make you look at my body," she said.

I went to her, and pulled the shirt off. "No, I need to. It's part of the healing. Let me associate it with something better. Remember it like this, clean and beautiful, not marked and bruised. Not semen coated and stinking of adulterous sex."

Her eyes moistened, and she turned away from me, drying her hair. I brushed my teeth and climbed into the bed. A few minutes later she was climbing in on her side. She scooted toward me. "May I?"

I opened my arms to her, and let her lean against me, in a familiar embrace. "Anything I can do for you tonight?" she asked softly.

"Tell me a story. Remind me of the good times. Before it all went so sour."

She cuddled in closer. "That's easy. We had enough of them." She kissed my chest. "It would almost be cheating to recall our honeymoon, or any of our anniversaries," she mumbled, obviously giving it some thought. "I know, remember your business trip to Montreal?"

Did I? She chose a good one.

"I wanted to surprise you. I kept it all a secret, spending the entire week before shopping for outfits, teasing you in bed."

"I remember. I was expecting great sex before we went, and was crushed when you blew me off, to visit your sister."

Her hand was rubbing my side. "I know it was a little mean, but it did exactly what I wanted, didn't it?"

"I'll say it did."

"I was so nervous, flying up there alone, spending the day in the spa, making myself beautiful for you."

"I still don't understand that, gilding the lily. You've always been beautiful."

"I wanted it to be special. Miraculous. You called and told me you were having dinner in the hotel. I put on that naughty dress, do you remember it?"

"That much cleavage and leg showing, how could I ever forget?"

"I sat at the bar, up on the stool, my legs crossed, the slit in my dress exposing my entire thigh, showing the top of my thigh-highs. I must have turned down a dozen drinks before you even spotted me."

I chuckled. "I spotted you earlier, it took a while for it to sink in that it was you. I couldn't make the connection. I knew you were at home. That fiery mane of yours kept drawing my eyes back, but you never wore it that way."

In her cuddling, she managed to squeeze her leg between mine, and was moving it teasingly. "God, I almost laughed out loud when you choked on your drink, coughing loudly, staring at me."

"Yeah, and you switched your legs, giving me and anyone else looking a flash of those red panties. Deep red, lacy black trim."

"You remember?"

"There are some images you never forget. Ever." It wasn't until after I'd spoken, that my word's current implications came to mind.

We were both quiet for a few seconds. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

"I didn't mean it like that. Please keep going."

She cuddled in closer, desperately so. "Not a minute later, you walked away from your table, ignoring the rest of them, and came and got me. I never did ask, what did you say to them? I didn't expect you to abandon them like that."

I enjoyed holding her, and it was working, remembering the good times, putting the last few weeks out of my mind. I ran my hand down her smooth back, resting it on her firm ass. "I told them the most beautiful woman in the world had just flashed her panties at me, and I was going to take her to my room and have my way with her."

"The most beautiful? Did you really say that?"

"I've always thought so. I was the luckiest man around."

She was quiet. I think it had something to do with the 'was' in my statement. "They didn't say anything?"

I chuckled. "They looked confused, even angry. Wallace is old school, and he knew I was married. I thought he was going to tear in to me, when Dan stopped him. 'It's his wife. And she is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen'."

"Dan said that?"

"Oh yeah. Wallace got a shit-eating grin on his face. 'I think we're done here,' he said. 'Mr. Simmons can take care of the rest. Will we see you in the morning?'"

"Which was he?" Danielle asked.

"The taller one, almost bald." I thought about it a second. "The one directly across from me."

She giggled. "Oh yeah. He turned and looked at me while you were walking over. I...I winked at him. He couldn't tear his eyes off of me."

"Like every other man in the place," I reminded her. "Hell of a surprise, finding my wife in the bar I was at, dressed like that."

"Surprised? How about me? You didn't say anything! Not a word about what I was doing there, or how I looked after all my effort. No, you slammed a $50 bill on the bar, pulled the drink out of my hand, then picked me up and carried me away, like some neanderthal!"

It was my turn to laugh. "I...I couldn't help myself."

"I'll say. Through the bar, through the lobby, and into the elevator. I kept telling you to put me down, I was too heavy, it was embarrassing. You got me in that elevator and kissed me, shutting me up."

"You know, I barely remember the sex. It was great, I remember that much."

Her leg was pressing against my erection. "I know. I remember you wouldn't leave me alone until almost 3:00 in the morning. You tore my new dress, you were in such a hurry."

"Wallace was so happy you joined us for breakfast. He didn't stop smiling all morning long. He signed the deal, cementing the partnership. Told me a man with a marriage like mine was the kind of person he knew he could trust. I wonder what he'd think now." 

I felt her trembling, and realized she was crying. "What happened to us, baby?" she whispered. "It was so wonderful. I remember one of the girls at work telling me what an idiot I was surprising you like that. That I might catch you doing something I didn't really want to know about. She told me you'd get mad, thinking I was checking up on you. I never for a minute doubted how it would end up."

"I don't know, Danielle. God, I wish I did."

She squeezed me, and I felt her hand reach down between my legs. I pulled back instinctively.

"I know you're not ready," she said softly. "But I'd be happy to help you with this. It won't mean anything. Just a handjob, so I won't feel guilty about leaving you all worked up." She stroked me slowly. "Anything you want, of course, but if you're hesitant, I could at least give you a handjob."

I felt torn. I was horny, but I didn't know if I was ever going to have sex with her again, to tell the truth. Still, her hand felt good on my cock. "I do have six shiny new chips in my piggy bank." I might have emphasized the 'piggy' a little harder than I needed to.

"Lean back, husband mine, and relax. Let me do this for you."

I reclined, and she scooted down the bed, stroking my cock. Within a minute she'd hopped off the bed, dashing into the bathroom without a word. She returned with a bottle of lotion, lathered me up, and gave me a very nice little jerk off. She didn't talk, didn't move around much. She simply serviced me. 

Several times I had to bite my tongue to prevent myself from making some kind of biting comment. The anger was still there. I was able to contain it, and eventually lay back and forget about everything but her touch for a while.

My wife milked me dry, then cleaned me up with a warm washcloth. Afterward, she kissed me on the cheek, took my arm and rolled onto her side, dragging me along with her. I cuddled in close, holding her, still remembering the good days. When we loved each other, and nobody else. When we had it all.

"Thank you for today," she said softly. 

"I still love you, you know," I whispered. "I still remember that sometimes, when I can make the damn images in my head go away. Images of you, with them, like that. Like you've never been with me. It's so damn difficult Danielle. I'm afraid they'll never go away."

"I know now. I keep hearing her beg you to give her your child. To breed her. You telling her how you'd forgotten what a tight young pussy could feel like. Those words hurt."

"Should I remind you of yours?" I said, feeling the anger surfacing once more.

"Please, not tonight. Let me have a little more time with you, before you go back to punishing me."

That was too much to hear. I let go of her, climbing out of the bed. "It's not all about you. I'm not punishing you, you were the one punishing me. I'm just not going to play your fucking game. Fuck! Why the hell do I even try?" I walked out of the bedroom, back to my room, listening to her call out for me. Fuck her.

~ * ~ * ~

Things with Danielle took a turn for the worse, after that. She started to get sullen, asking me if I'd been fucking my new whores, one evening. I hadn't, but after that comment I decided I would. I had 16 credits after all, one more paid to Gina for a delightful series of handjobs. My wife's home phone calls to Shelly had died out completely, but the video surveillance showed me she was still calling her, limiting it to her cellphone.

I still had the issue with Tina. The teasing and humiliation were rarely far from my mind, and the fact that she'd been so willing to torture me still riled me up. I didn't know if my wife had told her friends, other than Denise, how the contract had backfired. There was no evidence in the phone logs, one way of the other. At our last meeting, Tina certainly had not seemed aware. I gave her a call on Wednesday, asking her to come over, while purposely vague about the reason. She accepted readily, actually giggling over the phone. Calls to Jenny and Gina let them know I'd be unavailable until late afternoon.

Tina turned up just after lunch, dressed to tease. I had dressed for revenge. 

She walked in the door, and it didn't take her 10 seconds to brush her hand against my crotch, which had my cock enclosed in a new chastity device, after my wife had destroyed the previous one. She laughed as she did it. "Poor baby." She looked me over. "At least it looks like it's doing good, you look less like the Pillsbury Doughboy. How much weight have you lost?"

"Thirty-three pounds," I said, closing the door behind her.

"Wow! This is some kind of diet plan." She walked past me, putting on a show, her tight little buns moving deliciously in her minuscule shorts. She turned at the couch, waving me over. "Come here, Cuckboy. I want to see it."

I shook my head. "No, Tina. I don't want to."

She laughed. "Who cares what you want? Get over here, and let me see what this thing is like. I'm thinking of getting one for Michael, you know. He could stand to lose 30 or so pounds. He didn't blow up like a blimp, the way you did, but a girl has to have standards."

I approached her, doing my best to look reticent and embarrassed. 

"Have you been using up your credits? Thirty-three is a lot. I imagine you're not too desperate. We thought you'd lose maybe 2 or 3 pounds a week. It would take you a couple of weeks to earn a little pussy. Even then, only if you didn't get so worked up that you'd settle for a handjob or blowjob."

"I'm down to 16," I told her.

She nodded, grabbing me and pulling me closer, her hand squeezing the cage containing my cock. "So that's, what, about 17 used? Not bad. That sounds like more than you were getting before the whole deal."

I nodded, shifting my weight nervously. I was growing more pissed off by the second as to how much she seemed to know.

"I want to see it. Show me, Cuckboy. Show me that puny little cock of yours locked up tight. Show it to me, and maybe I'll give you a little show. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

I shook my head. "No, I wouldn't like that. I don't want to get worked up."

Laughing, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it off, over her head. She had cute little tits, barely a B cup would be my estimate. Still, they looked like they'd be fun to play with. "Does that do it for you, Cucky? Is that cage feeling kind of tight right now?"

"Why, Tina? Why do you want to torture me?"

"You're the one that called me, Cucky. Not even some lame excuse about getting the kids together this time. I know you enjoy this, the humiliation, the teasing. Tell me you don't."

"I don't."

She squeezed her breasts, holding them out to me. "You want to touch them? Show it to me, and you can play with them."

I shook my head, gazing down at the ground. She grabbed my hand and put it on her breast. "Go ahead, baby. I know you want to. Give it a squeeze."

My hand cupped her breast lightly. I breathed a miserable little moan. 

"What's it going to take, Cucky? I'm going to play with that caged cock. You know I am. What do you want in return?"

I mumbled something, and squeezed her tit.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you. It's Ok. You can tell Momma Tina. What do you want?"

"Lick you," I said softly.

She grinned, her face lighting up. "I don't think I heard you right. Could you repeat that?"

"Lick you. I want to lick you," I said, letting a little anguish and anger tinge my voice.

She laughed out loud. "Oh this is too precious. You are getting desperate, aren't you? I guess she's training you up right. I let you lick my hot little pussy, and you'll get naked for me? Let me play with you?"

I nodded silently.

She reached down and squeezed my cock-cage again. "You've got yourself a deal. I'm only sorry I didn't get my husband to leave you a treat down there. Let's get this party going."

I took her hand and led her to my room. She was still laughing at me. "God, this is too good. She makes you sleep in this room? I bet she keeps your bed for her bulls. You're such a good little Cuckboy, aren't you?" Standing beside the bed, she grinned malevolently. "Undress me, Cucky."

It didn't take much. I removed her shoes, shorts and panties, and she was naked on my bed.

"Now you."

I took off my clothing, and stood before her, my cock swollen, filling my cage. She grinned. "I bet that's not very comfortable. You know it's only going to get worse, don't you?"

I nodded sheepishly.

She scooted back onto the bed, and spread her legs. "Come and get it. Show me what she's taught you. You do a good enough job, I might even make it worth your while."

I was determined to do a great job. The best. I wanted her completely out of her mind by the time I was done. I moved between her legs, and started teasing her, licking and kissing her inner thighs, and her pubic mound, slowly homing in on the pink little slit. She had a sweet little body. I was going to enjoy this. 

She certainly got a kick out of it. I had her screaming out my name after fifteen or twenty minutes of effort. I kept at her, sucking, licking and fingering her to a series of orgasms. She was extremely responsive, and didn't seem to notice me releasing the cage from my cock. Easy enough, since I never had locked it. That was the one thing I'd been counting on her not to notice. 

She had screamed her way to another huge orgasm, and collapsed on the bed, when I rapidly knelt between her legs, and drove my stiff cock into her. She gasped, and I leaned over her body, forcing her legs wider apart, looking down into her face.

"W...what the hell are you doing?" she gasped.

"Using 5 of my credits," I said smiling, driving my cock deeper.

"But the cage..." she whined, pushing her hand against my chest, as I slammed into her again, making her gasp.

"Only required when I leave the house."

"You...you shouldn't...we shouldn't..."

I had surprised her enough that she wasn't fighting me, as I long-stroked her. "I'll let you put it back on me, afterward. I promise to let you play around and see how it works," I offered.

"You little bastard," she growled, but she was thrusting her hips back against me. 

I chuckled. "I'm sorry, but you're so fucking hot, you were driving me crazy." True, but far from the whole truth.

She smiled at that, and her eyes opened wide when I leaned down to kiss her. She slapped me, when I pulled away. "No kissing, Cuckboy. I'm going to let you spend your credits on me, but that's it. Now fuck me with that pathetic little cock of yours."

It wasn't so pathetic that I couldn't get her to come for me a couple of times. I banged her like a whore, rough and hard. Came inside her cheating married pussy, and went down on her again, making her come for me until I was ready for seconds. That one lasted a good long time, and I sat back watching her ride me, enjoying the spectacle. 

"Come, damn it," she growled, fucking me hard. "You damn well will come in me, and then I get to play."

She earned her reward, and we took a shower together, before I led her back to the bed. I handed her the cage with a smile.

"How does it work?" she asked.

I showed her how it went on, how the larger rings encircled my balls, how the cage secured to the rings. It was actually kind of fun, both of us naked, almost playful. It made me a little sad. If Danielle had wanted to play like this, we could have talked about it. I wasn't adverse to trying new things, but I wasn't about to let her shove them down my throat. 

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

"Not most of the time. It can chafe a little, especially when I'm exercising. When a gorgeous woman teases me, it can get uncomfortable."

She was examining the end. "You can pee with this on?"

"Sure. I need to be careful cleaning up afterward."

She had me caged, and was examining it up close. "Get hard for me?" she asked.

"You drained me twice, harlot. It doesn't pop back up instantly."

She was determined, and I experienced something very odd and new. She gave me a blowjob, in the cage, teasing and licking, taking the whole thing in her mouth. I was swelling, and she could feel it. She giggled.




The Cuckold Diet Challenge Ch. 04



"Getting tight, isn't it? Look at your skin trying to push its way out through the gaps."

"It hurts," I confessed.

That seemed to make her happy. "You deserve it though, don't you? You've been a bad boy; you need to be punished."

"You're being a bad girl," I responded. "But I don't think you mind the punishment too much, do you?"

She reached down and played with my balls. She gave them a small slap with her hand. It hurt like shit.

"Gentle," I said. "Remember, what goes around comes around."

She didn't take the hint, and after getting a little too rough, I got a little more payback. She whined as I stuck my dick in her ass, after getting another taste of her pussy for a few minutes, but at least I'd used some lube. "I don't like that," she continued complaining, as I worked my way in.

"You think I liked what you were doing? Slapping my balls like that? I told you I'd let you play but not that rough."

"You're supposed to like it," she groaned as I managed to get most of my length inside of her.

"I don't."

"It hurts," she groaned.

"How could my little pathetic little cock hurt? It's so small, I'm surprised you can even feel it."

"Fuck," she moaned. "It's not that small. From the way she talked about it, I figured you'd be tiny. You're at least as big as Michael. Thicker."

She whined and moaned while I pumped her ass for a good ten minutes or so. I used her hard, before erupting inside her. When I pulled out, she glared at me. "That was mean! I'm going to be sore back there for days!"

I pulled her into my arms, while she struggled against me. She finally surrendered, letting me kiss her deeply as my hands caressed her body. "That was definitely worth losing 5 pounds for."

She smiled for me. "What's Danielle going to say, when she finds 5 credits spent?"

"I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

She pouted. "You know, you're not a very well behaved cuck."

"You're right. I'm not a cuckold by choice. I screwed up and I paid the price. It doesn't make me happy about it. Not one damn bit."

She gave me a quick kiss. "I gotta run, Cucky. This is a onetime thing, you understand? You're not going to be spending any more of your credits on me. I was just supposed to tease you, inside your little cage. You've been very naughty." She was dressing as she spoke.

"I didn't appreciate the teasing and humiliation. I'm more than a little pissed my wife involved you at all. This was supposed to be about me and her."

I followed her into the living room, where she pulled her shirt back on. "She said it would be Ok to tease you a little. A little motivation, that's all." Tina grinned. "Seems like you're plenty motivated."

I gave her a hug and kiss at the door. "Thanks for stopping by. I had fun."

She pouted again. "It wasn't supposed to be fun for you." Then she smiled. "But I won't deny I had a good time too. Never again, you understand?"

"I understand."

I retrieved the SD card from the camera, and verified the quality of my new HD video. I called Jenny and Gina, telling them I was free, and got out of the shower just in time for Jenny to drag me to the basement and make sure I'd need another one soon.

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After taking out five for Tina, I figured my remaining 11 credits were good for a roll in the hay with each of my girls. I used the time in the sack with Jenny on Thursday, part of her reward for completing my race in the allotted time. That morning proved to me the previous time wasn't a fluke. She was simply amazing in bed. Friday, it didn't take much to convince Gina to give me a handjob. Two consecutive ones, to be honest, but I was still going by Danielle's insistence that one 'occasion' didn't necessarily mean one act. She might have cheated a little, using her mouth more than was strictly needed for a handjob. A lot more, but I didn't feel bad about that. I'd requested a handjob, she'd decided upon her own to over-deliver. Plus, I didn't come in her mouth, as tempting as it was.

I hadn't gone back to our bedroom after the Sunday fiasco. I was tempted early in the week, until my wife turned bitchy. I guess she was mad at me, now. It didn't bother me all that much. She was getting up earlier, arriving home later, finishing up her work with her old firm, and getting started with her new one. The woman was used to 5 hour work days, and was suddenly putting in double that. It didn't take long for the extended hours to start to wear on her. The first time she complained about being tired, I told her to try doing that for 20 years, and then she could whine. She'd get no sympathy from me.

Jenny still worked me hard all week, morning runs, extended workouts, and endless cardio. No race that weekend, so I didn't do my Saturday weigh-in until after 9:00 am. Francine had learned of our weighing-in ceremony, and showed up to cook me a celebratory breakfast. She explained that one full cheat meal actually could help with the weight loss, stopping my body from going into some kind of low-calorie metabolism shutdown.

I could smell the cooking, while I stood over the scale. Again, I was disappointed. Each week the numbers were decreasing.

Danielle was praising me for losing 5 pounds, but I wasn't ecstatic. If the numbers kept dropping, it was going to be tough getting down to 185, which was my personal goal. 

"Thirty-eight pounds," she said. "You really are amazing, Rick. Why couldn't you have done this a few years ago? We wouldn't be in this mess now."

I shrugged. "There was more to it than the weight, Danielle. For all these years I worked my ass off for this family. I accepted the Managing Partner's role to lay the groundwork for our future, even though I knew the hours and responsibility were brutal. I did it happily, knowing I had the support of my loving wife, and it was all a means to an end. As senior partner, my hours would have been cut by a third. Our financial status would have been all but guaranteed, assuring the best for my family. I'd finally have the time and means to do all those things I wanted to, having paid my dues. Talk about light at the end of the tunnel? I was just pulling out of the tunnel, a beautiful future laid out in front of us, when the one person in the world I thought I could trust destroyed it all."

"Don't blame it all on me. If you'd kept your dick in your pants, instead of hiring a $3000 hooker, none of this would have happened," she snapped.

"I'm not blaming it all on you. I screwed up. We both screwed up. Why couldn't you have just divorced me and moved on?"

She stared at me as if I'd lost my mind. "Divorce? What are you talking about? I never wanted to divorce you!"

"Please. That's the only reason I agreed to your damned contract, remember? It was that or lose both you and the kids, and everything I'd worked so damned hard for, while you were playing at being an attorney."

She got her hackles up over that. "I wasn't playing at being an attorney. I'm good at what I do. Among the best."

"Of course you are. Big fish in a little pond. Compared to all those new grads trying to do their little bit of good, before going into the rough and tumble real world. You've got a dozen years in, when most of the people you work with are still wet behind the ears. You get to choose which cases you take, your seniority giving you the choicest. If I could do that, I'd never lose a single one."

"God, you are such an asshole! You never had any respect for me did you?"

I sighed. "Whatever you want to think. I supported your efforts for 12 years. You never had to worry about paying a bill, or landing a client. While I was working my butt off for the family, who were you working for? How did anything you did help us? It was all about you, and it still is. I'm damn glad this is almost over."

"What do you mean almost over?" she asked nervously.

I was tired of arguing. Tired of everything. I'd come to realize she was a selfish slut, and I was bone-tired of being used. I shook my head, and headed to the decadent breakfast Francine had prepared for us. I smiled at the kids already seated, anxiously waiting for my wife and me to join them so we could eat.

I hoped to God I was doing things right, and that I wouldn't be seeing them alternate weekends for the rest of their formative years.

I did notice she didn't add any new chips to my chip jar. Not of any kind.

Not like I'd be needing them much longer

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The Cuckold Diet Challenge Ch. 05



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Chapter 5: "It was all a misunderstanding..."

My continuation of the The Cuckold Diet Challenge by RazorLyt, (2/2/09)

In the last chapter, Rick has sex with his intern Gina, and his wife walks in on them, and asks to watch. A self-imposed punishment for making him watch the videos of her with her conquests. She finds it as painful as he did, especially hearing how young and tight she is, comparing her own body to that of the twenty-something hottie.

Rick returns to her bed for a couple of nights, and things start to get better, but it's too soon, words are said, and things turn sour again.

He invites Tina the tease over plotting some type of revenge. By this point the contract's been burned, his cock-cage destroyed. He gets a new one and wears it for his meeting with Tina. She teases him mercilessly, and he ends up in bed with her, cock in a cage, orally pleasing her. When she's lost in the moment, he removes the unlocked cage and has surprise sex with her. Twice. He plays with her, and show her how it works, but when she gets too rough, he turns the table and has her again, anally. We find out he videotaped the episode.

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Things were icy around the house that week. I only had five credits left, and wasn't in any hurry to use them. I was going to stick to my deal, as much as possible. I honestly don't know why that was important to me, but it was.

I ended up spending several hours with Dale, the new Managing Partner, helping him come up to speed on a few things. It was kind of rough, dropping him into the role, and disappearing immediately. I'd been available for a few calls, but now I was agreeing to meet him twice a week to work with him, and remain available for calls when needed. It was good, keeping me in tune with what was happening within the firm, while on my sabbatical.

The visit from Shelly was quite the surprise. She showed up unexpectedly Thursday after lunch, and asked for a few minutes with me. I invited her down to the basement so she could talk while I was doing time on the treadmill. 

Shelly looked over at Jenny, and asked if we could speak alone. Gina was off that day on personal business, so she wouldn't be an issue.

"Sure. Jenny? Give us a little privacy?"

"You're not going to cheat and up the pace again are you?"

I crossed my heart. "Promise." 

She left us, and Shelly sat down on the workout bench nearby. "How do we fix it, Rick?"

"I think it's too late for that. It was too much. The betrayal and humiliation too complete. Maybe I'm just too weak, my ego too fragile, but I can't get over it. I can't stop seeing her with them, hearing her. To be honest, at the moment she doesn't look too interested in fixing anything,"

"She loves you. You love her. There has to be a way. something. Work with me Rick, help me figure it out."

"What do you care, Shelly? How hard will it be for you both to find another big cock to play with?"

"What do I care? You know better than that. She's my best friend. I love you both." I snorted when she said that, but she continued right on. "I do, and you know it. You know I've always liked you, and fantasized one day finding someone so I could have a family and marriage like yours."

"Shall I get the DVD, Shelly? I got fat and old, remember? Never had a dick to speak of. I'm the scummy husband, and you went and pimped out my wife to the biggest bastard you could find, to make me feel as inadequate as possible. Such a wonderful loving friend you are."

"I know, Rick. I feel terrible about all of it. I screwed up. I was drunk and made some really bad decisions and said some horrible things. You of all people know me well enough to know that's par for the course. When have I ever made a good decision when it comes to sex and relationships?"

I shrugged. "You blew up two of your own marriages. It shouldn't be such a big surprise that you effectively destroyed mine as well. I guess it was inevitable, the way you two spend so much time together."

"No Rick. It doesn't have to be that way. It's not destroyed, it's damaged, but I know we can fix it. You only have to want to. Let me help you, it's the least I can do. She's trying. She tore up your contract, and stopped seeing other men. She didn't get in the way of you getting your revenge with your young playthings. She got a job, to pay the bills. I know she's apologized a hundred times. What more can she do? Tell me, please!"

I felt the anger surging again. "That's part of it, don't you understand? The talk of punishment and revenge. She does that, not me. I didn't have sex with Jenny or Gina for revenge. I just can't do it with Danielle anymore. The idea disgusts me, makes me sick. I see her naked body, and all I can remember is the way she came home to me, used and filthy, making me watch what she did, and telling me to clean her. That's what I remember. I'm entitled to a sex life, and she destroyed any chance it would be with her. That's not punishment or revenge. It's moving on."

Shelly nodded sadly. "It's a mess. I know. But we could start somewhere, couldn't we? Let her blow you, she wouldn't even have to be undressed. Let her show you that you're all she needs."

"That's not going to work. All I can see is the way that Meat fucked her face. Used her, stuck that 12 inch cock down her throat. The way he teased her about never having a full-sized dick before, and the way she so readily agreed. She said she could never go back to anything smaller. I haven't grown another six inches overnight, Shelly."

"Stupid sex talk, Rick. Believe me, a big cock might be fun to fuck, but no woman wants to suck anything that big. It's miserable, painful. It was just talk."

"To humiliate me? That's all she wanted, right?"

"That was a big part of it. She was angry, we both were. You were the perfect husband, except for letting yourself go a little. When you went to that hooker, you fell off that pedestal, and it was a long ways down."

"I understand. She got her revenge, and that's exactly what it was. But everything else? Going back to him, and the other guy. Insisting I wear that cage, the constant insults and humiliation. Telling her friends, getting them involved, announcing my name to her fuck-toys, so the whole world could know. It was too much. Letting those animals use her like that, doing all those things, things I've never done. Shaving her pussy for them. Jesus, Shelly!"

"I know. She knows. It was too much. Way too much. Seemed like a good idea at the time, just goes to prove how much alcohol can mess up anything. It's done. How do we fix it?"

"Trust, respect, loyalty, faithfulness, love. Four of the five are destroyed. How do you come back from that? How can I ever trust her again? How do I regain her respect, after the things she's said and done? Where's the loyalty? Forget the faithfulness, that's gone for good. Yeah, I still love her, but that's not enough, is it?"

"She made a mistake. You both did. She didn't cheat on you, she was up-front about what was going on. You agreed to the whole thing. I guess you didn't consider how bad it could be, and she took it way too far. I know it's not too late if you'll give her a chance. She got laid. You did too. She said hurtful things, as did you. She's wants to make it up to you, and get back to what you had. Face it, Rick. You two are great together. If you can find your way past this, it will only get better. Neither of you will take the other for granted again. Give her a chance. Give your marriage and your family a chance. Open up to her. She's dying to get past this, to have her man back."

Shelly stood and walked over to where I was trudging away, on the treadmill. She leaned against the support arm, peering at the display, then looked up at me. "Best sex of your life, Rick. That's what you can get out of this. Play your cards right, and she'll do anything for you. She feels so damn guilty about what she did with those two, she's desperate to make it up to you."

She reached out and touched my arm. "Me too. I hate my part in this, and I would do anything, anything to help make things right."

"I don't know, Shelly. Guilt sex won't make up for what was done. Besides, I'm getting pretty damn good sex right now."

She blushed. "They're kids. I'm sure it's fun. Believe me, I know. Been there, done that. You're going to want more. Not the wild, crazy, huge orgasm sex. That's great, but it doesn't do the job. It's the closeness, the intimacy of being with your true love." Shelly reached over and hit the end button, slowing the treadmill to a stop. She stepped onto it, and slid her arms around my waist, leaning against me.

"What you two had was the best," she said wistfully. "I hate that I was part of messing that up. Give her a chance. Go back to her bed. Hold her and talk to her if you do nothing else. If you need anything she can't give you, come to me. Whatever you need, whatever you want, I'd love to be that for you."

She hugged me tightly. "I miss you. You were such a good friend, and it was horrid the things I said about you. I didn't mean it, just like I know you didn't mean most of the things you said about me. We were hurting, angry. I'm sorry. I want you back, both of you. Anything I can do to make that come true, I'm willing. Eager, even." She giggled.

I held her, still pissed at her, but believing she was sincere. "I'm hurting, Shelly. She threatened my marriage, my family. She blackmailed me. You say she didn't cheat, that I agreed. I never agreed. I was blackmailed, with my children.

"She didn't just sleep with other men, she let a guy with a huge fucking cock use and abuse her, and made me clean her up afterward. In our entire marriage, she never let me come in her mouth, or have her ass, until she found out that's why I saw a hooker. She wouldn't do that for me, wouldn't shave her pussy, wouldn't let me eat her to completion. She did it for those other bastards eagerly. The...things she said..." I had to stop, on the verge of losing it.

Shelly took my face in her hands, kissing me softly. "I know. It was terrible. We were terrible. Give us a chance to make it up to you. Give us a little time. She needs you. The kids need you. Hell, I need you. You're the only man in my life worth a damn for the last decade. How sad is that?"

I chuckled. "You do have lousy taste in men."

"Present company excluded. Please don't give up yet." I received another of her soft, tender kisses.

"You don't have to do this, Shelly. We've always been honest with each other. I know that you're willing to help, but I don't need your pity fuck."

"You couldn't be more wrong, Rick. I want you, I have for years. And you know in your heart it's true." She stared into my eyes, daring me to deny it.

"Why? I've seen what you get. I can't compete against that. I don't want to."

"Trust me, baby, there'd be no competition. Getting pounded by a huge cock has its moments, but it's...it's hollow. It leaves your soul empty. You think the assholes I married had the biggest cocks? Hardly. I was looking for love, for what you two had, and I settled. Fuck, even after I screwed up so badly, you came through for me. I was out there with your stupid wife, getting her laid, and you still couldn't let me down. You want to torture a girl? You sure as hell found a way. I didn't think any one person could feel so much guilt. I fucked up, Rick, big time, and I'm laying it on the line here. I'm sorry, I'll never do it again. I'll make damn certain Danielle doesn't either. I'd like to make things right, but I don't know how. I'm begging your forgiveness, and I'm at your mercy. Please, baby, let me make it right."

"I...no promises, but I'll try. That's all I can offer right now. I'll try to work things out, but I wouldn't hold your breath."

"That's more than I could hope for. Thank you. You let me know what I can do to help. Whatever you need. A fuck buddy, a sympathetic ear, a shoulder to cry on, anything you need."

I pressed my lips to hers, not so much passionately, but in appreciation. She had screwed up, but I believe she was truly regretful. "Just a friend, for now. The whole sex thing is way out of hand. If she's stopped, I'll stop, at least until I've made a decision. Adding you to the mix wouldn't help."

She grinned at me. "Don't be so sure about that. Dani was willing to share, that was part of her plan, before it got so screwed up. I think she'd welcome me into your bed, if it helped bring y'all back together."

"We'll see."

She rubbed her lean body against mine. "You need relief, come to me, Ok? No more little girls. You come to me, and I'll take care of you, I promise."

"I...I'll consider it," I said softly. I grinned. "I still have a few credits I can spend on them. I earned them fair and square."

"Spend them on me, or Danielle. I'll even give you a discount. One chip earns you an all you can eat and fuck buffet."

"If I did, we'd have to be exclusive. I can't stand the idea of you leaving one of those big-dicked bastards to come to my bed."

That seemed to make her nervous. She leaned her head on my shoulder. "Rick, baby, I have a pretty strong sex drive. I'm not a nympho, or anything, but if I don't get some pretty regular, I become a real bear."

"What's regular?" I asked.

"I don't know. At a minimum, at least every couple of weeks or so. I go a few weeks without and I start getting antsy."

She started kissing my neck. "If we can get Dani's Ok, and you can give me what I need, I'll stop seeing anyone else. I'm not dating anyone that matters right now anyway. Once a week, you give me a good seeing to, and I'll stop going out with other men until this is fixed. Would that be fair?"

"More than fair. Give us a little time, and we'll see how it goes. You are a tempting little minx, aren't you?"

She laughed. "If that's what you want. I'll be whatever you like. Minx, virgin, schoolgirl, slut, high-end escort. Let's fix all this, and play together. Put all the crap behind us, and I'll help her worship you like you deserve."

She seemed open enough for me to ask a question that always bothered me. "Did you and Danielle ever, you know, experiment in college. Or since?"

She gave me a pinch. "Dirty ol' man. No, we haven't. Sucked face a couple of times, but that was ages ago. I don't lean that way, and neither does she. I never had a three-way with her either, not with another girl. I think that would be fun. I'm not going to go down on her, if that's what you're thinking, but I wouldn't be adverse to playing with her a little, while you had your way with her."

"What if I wanted you to?" I teased.

She pouted. "Anything you want, if that's what it takes. I meant that. I...I don't think I'd enjoy it. Wouldn't you rather have me doing stuff we both enjoyed? I do tie up nicely."

"But you'd do it if I asked?"

"Yes, Rick. If that's what you require, I'll dyke out for you. I'll even pretend to like it. I won't complain a bit. Whatever you need."

I gave her ass a nice squeeze. "I don't think that's what I need, but it's nice to hear that. I...I forgive you for what you said. I don't think you meant it, and even if you did, I forgive you. I'm sorry about the things I said of you. I think in time I'll even be able to forgive you for choosing that bastard to cuckold me with. That was cruel and vicious."

She lowered her head. "An idiotic move by a stupid drunken girl. I didn't think. She never intended to do it that night. She really was there to help me. When I saw him, I got stupid. I figured if she was only going to fuck around on you once, she might as well have a memorable one. I'm sorry about that."

"I don't believe you, Sherry. I hope you're not going to start lying to me like she's been doing. She shaved her pussy, that day. She wasn't wearing anything under her dress. It sure seems like she was planning on fucking around."

She hugged me tightly. "God, I'm so sorry, Rick. That must eat away at you. I didn't know she was going to shave her pussy. I have no idea why she did that. It surprised the hell out of me. She was wearing panties. No bra, but you know that dress, it doesn't really work with one. She took her panties off and put them in her purse when we went in the room. I swear, as God is my witness, we didn't plan on starting that night. Just the opposite, to be honest."

"The opposite? What's that supposed to mean?" 

"We had talked about it. When we were sober, we agreed that she'd hold the sex thing over your head, torturing you with the idea of being with another man. She'd tease you about it, but as long as you were losing weight, she wouldn't act on it. That was the plan. But we fucked up. We got drunk, and started talking about how easily you agreed to the plan. How you might even like it. She was bragging about how hot the sex was, after you had agreed. Swallowing your cum, getting her first anal, she was really worked up. After way too many drinks, and getting manhandled by half the bar, it seemed like the right thing to do. Pretty stupid, huh?"

I could feel the anger returning, how easily she'd betrayed me, and Shelly could sense it. She pulled out of my arms, and took me by the hand. "Come with me, Rick, Ok? There's more we need to talk about, so maybe you can understand how everything went south."

She dragged me after her, and up the stairs. "Dismiss the girls, Rick," she said softly, as we entered the living area.

"Jenny, we're done for today. Do me a favor and give Gina a call and let her know she doesn't need to come over. I'll deal with the kids, and get a late workout in, I promise."

Jenny gave me a big cheeky grin. "No problem, but you still need another 60 minutes of cardio before the clock strikes twelve."

I nodded, and let Shelly drag me to the Master bedroom. She walked me straight through, into the bathroom, and hung onto my hand, like she was afraid I'd run away, while she leaned in and started the shower.

"You stink, baby. I don't know how you can stand it down there in the stuffy basement. Let's get you cleaned up and comfortable, and we'll have a heart-to-heart you should have had when this whole thing started."

I was stunned by the turn of events, and didn't fight it when she undressed me, and pushed me into the shower. She stood outside, and started peeling her own clothing off before joining me. "No sex, handsome. A little intimacy and cuddling. We're both going to need some before this is over, alright?"

We bathed each other, mostly in silence, while I had my first chance to familiarize myself with her naked body. She was hot. I hadn't been lying about that. I found myself getting excited, and she seemed to appreciate it. She was playful, using my cock as a washcloth stand. 

"See? That's what we girls love about a cock like yours. Those huge ones never seem to get really hard, or at least rarely. Not like this thing. Hard as a rock. Best sex of my life, wasn't much bigger than this one," she said, giving my cock a wiggle. 

"I saw her, Shelly. She never came like that for me."

She slipped into my arms, kissing me. "No, not yet. We're not talking about that stupid night, or our mistakes yet. Just trust me, this here is more than enough to get the job done. I'm dying to feel it pumping inside of me."

Shelly dragged me out of the shower, and dried us both off. She insisted we both brush our teeth, then she dragged me to bed. "Come on, get in. Time for some cuddling, and straight talk."

Her idea of cuddling was a little different than mine. She lay half on top of me, her body writhing sweetly, and kissed me like her life depended on it. I should have known she'd be good at it, she'd had enough practice. She alternated passion with play, until settling on intimate. We hadn't spoken for half an hour, all of our communication done with our bodies, our mouths, our eyes. In the end, our faces were pressed together, breath mingling, mouths only a hair apart.




The Cuckold Diet Challenge Ch. 05



"If it was anyone but Dani, I'd say the hell with her, and steal you for myself," she whispered softly.

"Why'd you do it?" I asked sadly. "Why would you say those vicious things? Help ruin my marriage."

She hushed me, with a kiss. "You're going to get mad. So hear me out, Ok? I swear it's the truth, and you need to know it."

I stared into her piercing blue eyes, then nodded.

"90% percent of this is your fault, Rick."

I couldn't believe the bitch! I started to push her away, "Bullshit!" I growled.

She clung to me. "Please, baby, listen to me! Just listen for once. Afterward you can get angry, you can yell. You can hit me if you want. Rape my ass in punishment if that's what you need to do. But let me explain!" She had tears in her eyes, hugging me desperately.

"Fine. Explain."

She took a few moments to calm down, then kissed me softly. "You weren't you."

"Not me?" I snapped incredulously.

More lips on mine. Calming, soothing. "No. You didn't behave the way we thought. You're a fucking lawyer, Rick. The best. Senior partner of a large powerful firm. You took that damn contract and didn't negotiate a thing. Accepted it, signed it, and gave your wife the wildest, best sex of her life."

"What was I supposed to do? She was blackmailing me! Sign it or lose her and the kids."

More kisses. Soothing.

"You never argued against it. Didn't complain about anything except that you thought the cost of sex was too high. You were supposed to negotiate. That was the plan. You know how these things work. The first party asks for the world, the second party offers nothing, you work your way to common ground."

"She said I had to accept it. The first time I argued she said 'deal with it'. Hell I wasn't expecting any of it. It was sign it by midnight, or lose her. I couldn't let that happen."

Sweet, tender kisses. Lot of kisses. Soft body, wriggling against mine. Until I was calm again.

"We knew. We'd talked about every contingency. You'd do anything to keep her and your family. But you wouldn't take it lying down. You'd negotiate, you'd argue, you'd fight, before you agreed. We knew you would. Never a single doubt. That's who you are."

"I...I wasn't expecting it. She caught me unawares, and all I could think about was losing her."

"I know. That's the 10% that's our fault. We should have seen the possibility that you might not negotiate, but it didn't seem possible. Only an idiot takes the first offer. That's what you said about me, right?"

She took my hand and put it on her breast, kissing me softly, while her own hand settled down on my cock. I'd lost my initial hardness, but her soft touch was restoring it.

"One credit for a handjob, two for a blowjob, three for sex. That's what we expected to win from you. The cock-cage would be punishment only if you didn't lose weight. The first week was supposed to be non-negotiable, your punishment for cheating. After that, keep losing weight, and it went away."

Her hand felt good. It was a little distracting. "We wanted motivation, baby. Not torture. Feel it for a week to see how miserable it was, then lose the weight, with the threat of using it again hanging there. All the research says a motivated person could lose 2-3 pounds a week. We figure you could get laid weekly, if you'd just lose the weight."

"Two-to-three..."

She pressed her lips to mine, kissing me deeply. "Please baby, let me get this out. It's difficult for me, too."

I nodded. 

"The first 4 points were throwaway items. You know, the gimmes. Five through eight were the sticking points. The masturbation one had weasel words. We thought for sure you'd kick those out. Unspecified other penalties? No way you'd accept that. We threw those in as negotiables."

She surprised me by climbing on top of me, her soft body on mine, my hands caressing her skin.

"The last one? Impossible you'd agree with it as written. Impossible. She was going to fight tooth and nail, until she got you to agree that any week you didn't lose weight, she'd have sex with someone else, or at the least, every month that you missed even one week. None of that crap about her choosing when and with who would fly either. You'd negotiate. Maybe make a list of her choices that you could approve of. Strict rules about where and when. That's what you were supposed to do. What we knew you would do."

She rose up a little, and looked down into my eyes. I saw nervousness, and sadness. "Don't get mad, Rick. Please," she said, pressing her finger to my lips. "Don't react. Listen to what I'm going to say, and think. Really listen."

Shelly shocked the hell out of me, reaching between her legs, and sliding my cock inside of her. She gave me a little grin. "Don't hurt me, and don't run away. Listen, please."

She backed up on my cock, settling it in deeply. Her lips caressed mine.

"We didn't understand, baby. We fucked up so badly. We thought you wanted to be a cuckold."

"What the fuck, Shelly! What kind of man wants someone else banging his wife!" I growled.

"Shh," she pleaded, hugging me, her pussy soothing my cock. "We were wrong. So horribly wrong, but can't you understand? You never said no! Never said she couldn't be with other men. Never tried to argue otherwise. You didn't threaten, didn't even challenge it. You threw us for a loop. We couldn't figure you out. She made these ridiculous demands, and you just went along with all of them, and gave her the best sex of the last five years."

"Of course I didn't want her to! I'm sure I said so. I told her I didn't agree, and she said I had to, because of Boston."

"No baby, you didn't. She has the whole thing recorded, in case you tried to back out. She figured she'd need it to create a new contract with all the changes, after your negotiation. We reviewed it over and over again, to understand where we went wrong. You said 'What if I don't agree?', she said you would, and you answered 'Why would I?' That was the whole extent of your disagreement." She lifted up and started rocking back and forth on my cock. Ornery woman, knew how to distract me.

I reached down and held her hips. "Enough. Even if I didn't fight it, the whole idea that she would demand those things was too much. No loving wife should even contemplate such a thing."

"She was desperate, baby. Your sex life was going to pot. You were putting on more and more weight every year. She was afraid you were going to have a heart attack. Too much stress, too much weight. That, and she really was pissed about that fuckin' hooker. What the hell were you thinking, Rick? How could you do that?"

"I was drunk, stupid, and feeling sorry for myself. She was right, the sex was mediocre for the last few years. I'd never had anal sex, and fantasized about it way too much. That was the escort's specialty, you know. That and Danielle would never swallow, and wouldn't let me lick her to completion. A long trip, too much late night porno, too much alcohol, and it didn't seem like such a terrible thing, to get to do the things my wife denied me, just once. If she would have done it, I never would have made that stupid call.

"Then lo and behold, the evil bitch will do it for everyone but me! How do you think that made me feel, Shelly? She'll take a 12 inch cock down her throat and up her ass, but she denied me our entire marriage!"

Shelly leaned down and kissed me. "No. We're not talking about that now. I shouldn't have brought up the hooker. That's not the issue right now. I'm sorry for getting off track."

She rocked her hips, teasing my cock, while her lips tried to soothe me. "She never expected to go home to you dirty, you know. She was going to shower, clean up, then go home to you. That asshole ruined everything by telling her she couldn't, and she was messed up in the head enough to go along. How could you clean her like that? Baby her, let her control you. That was totally fucked up."

"I...I had screwed up. I owed her. Once. That was all. She could punish me, humiliate me, do whatever she wanted, and she had a one-time free pass. I'd fucked a hooker, and I deserved it. I figured it would make us even and we could move forward."

She nodded. "We know that now. Back then, it confirmed what we thought. You were a cuckold. You liked it. You wanted her to get fucked and bring their dirty cum home to you. It all made sense."

"What kind of fucking sense is that? How could you even think I'd go along with that!"

"Because you did, honey! We didn't expect it. No way. But you didn't fight, didn't argue, didn't negotiate, didn't even complain. You signed that ridiculous contract without a single change, then cleaned her with your tongue when she came home to you after getting fucked senseless. You even came on her while you took care of her. What were we supposed to think?"

"I never wanted that. None of it."

She looked at me sadly. "We know. But once we did, it was too late. The damage was done. It was a stupid mistake, please understand. She never meant to hurt you like that. She honestly thought you wanted it."

"Bullshit! She had to know by the third time. Explain that away!"

She climbed off of me, and moved down the bed. I'd lost my hardon, and she was determined to fix that. "I'm sorry, Rick. Sorry for all of it. Try to relax a minute, and do your best to understand how it could happen. Please."

She sucked me while I contemplated her words. It was hard to accept, but I could sense a grain of truth in them. I was still horrified that she'd threaten divorce and taking the kids. That was a big issue. That was what had made me give in. She was right, though. I hadn't fought it. Not until I met with Tom, but by then it was too late.

I looked down to where Shelly was trying to revive my cock, looking up at me wistfully. I brushed her hair back to watch her pretty face, and felt her efforts succeed. She kept going until she was satisfied with my efforts, then mounted me again.

"I know you're not happy, Rick. We screwed up badly. Tell me what you're thinking, please," she asked, riding me slowly.

"She threatened to leave me and take the kids," I said.

"She wouldn't."

"She said she would. I would do anything to stop that."

Shelly's eyes were tearing up, and she settled down on me, fully sheathed and wiped her eyes. "I know. She knows. It was wrong. You must know by now that's the last thing she wants."

"How could she threaten that? How, Shelly? I would never even think such a thing!"

"She's a fuckin' lawyer. Win at all costs. Find the best leverage and squeeze. She wanted her way, and figured that was the easiest method."

"So it's all my fault? She threatens me, blackmails me, gives me those horrible demands. Fucks another man, and humiliates me, and it's all my fault?"

Shelly hushed me, pressing her lips to mine, once again rocking back and forth on my cock smoothly, her breasts dragging across my chest.

"No, baby. When I say it's 90% your fault, I mean where we are today. She started the whole thing, chose a lousy time to do it, and was horrible to use the kids as a threat. The response was your fault. You didn't react the way we expected, and it all went south because of that. It was all a misunderstanding after the first time she brought it up. We know that now. We'd do anything to make it right." She gave me a sad little smile, and a long slow ride of my cock, taking me all the way. "Anything."

Then she was back to kissing me, caressing my cheek, her eyes confirming her concern. "If you'd only understand why it happened, you might see that the trust, respect, the faithfulness, it can be saved. She does respect you, she just didn't understand. She wouldn't have slept with anyone else if you didn't give your Ok. You never tried to stop her. Not until she'd done it twice."

I grabbed her hips, holding her still. I had to admit, her apology and explanation was pretty sincere, and her method of delivering it was absolutely sensational. Still, I wasn't buying it. "I'm not going to accept the blame for this, Shelly. It never should have happened. It's not my fault she wanted to be a cheating slut."

"That's not what she wanted. Why do you think she let those men treat her like that? Humiliate her, abuse her, insult her. It was what she was feeling, like she deserved it." She lay down on me, holding me, her pussy contracting around my shaft. 

"We're sorry. It was a horrible misunderstanding. A lot of stupid mistakes, by all of us. I...I just needed you to know that the things we said, the way we acted, we really thought it was what you wanted. It seems insane now. Twelve years and you'd never given the least hint of that, just the opposite. Now you know. It's going to hurt for a while, but maybe you can understand how it happened, and know that it would never happen again, now that everything's clear and out in the open."

"I don't think it's that easy," I told her.

"No. It won't be easy. But you can try, can't you? You really hurt her. I don't think you have any idea how badly. Fucking those girls, turning away from her, the things you've called her. Quitting your job, and belittling hers. You keep saying it's not revenge, but you've been cruel. I never expected that from you. Not from you, Rick. You're better than that."

"As cruel as ruining the best day of my career? Threatening me with divorce. Making me watch her, clean her up? Doing all the things she wouldn't do for me, with them? The vicious words and humiliation? Going behind my back to get fucked a third time, even after she'd promised to stop, to keep you out of it? That wasn't cruel?"

Her lips pressed against mine, not briefly, but intimately, passionately. When she broke free, I was thrusting into her again. 

"It was. Horrible, terrible, and a complete mistake. Please, Rick. Try to forgive her. Let us do everything we can to make it up to you. I know it will be difficult. You've both pushed things so far, it's not going to be easy to repair your marriage. But please! Let's try. That's all I'm asking. If not for the 12 years you've had together, do it for the kids, and your career."

She smiled for me, sliding up and down my cock. "Is this so bad, Rick, baby? Fucking your wife's best friend? I know you used to like me, and I've always liked you. A lot. Make an effort, just a little, and all those things she'd never do for you, I'll do. All of them. Cheerfully. Let's work together, Ok? A few months from now, you'll be back in fighting shape, and getting the best sex of your life. All you have to do is forgive those first mistakes we all made, and understand it was not meant to hurt you. It was a complete, idiotic misunderstanding, but she loves you Rick. God, how that girl loves you! Try? Please?"

"I...I'll think about it," I said.

Her smile lit up the room. "That's all I'm asking for. Try. Give it some thought." She sat upright, looking down on me, grinding away on my cock. "While you're thinking about it, what do you say we start making up for lost ground. You've lost 33 pounds. That's fucking incredible. Let's celebrate. Use me, Rick, and understand, nothing's off the table. Nothing."

The teasing little screwing was set aside, while the serious fucking began. During the painful discussion, it was hard for me to get too excited, even being inside of her. But I found that shutting her up with my cock in her mouth, did a good job. I fucked her face hard, and when I'd take it easy, she'd prove to me what a talented little cock-sucker she was. It wasn't long before I was coming in her mouth, and she swallowed it gamely, getting me ready for more playtime.

I took control, no more letting her ride me. I fucked her. Fucked her hard, missionary, doggy style. Standing beside the bed, while she was on all fours, her sexy ass presented to me, wiggling in invitation. Either she was a hell of a faker, or she enjoyed it as well, coming for me several times during our session. 

I didn't go down on her. I wanted to, but I'd save that for another session. This wasn't about her pleasure, it was all about mine. When I'd done a suitable job of exhausting both of us, filling her pussy twice, I collapsed beside her. She rolled over leaning against me, arm thrown across my chest. "Thank you, Rick. That was intense."

"Not too pathetic?" I said.

She looked up at me with puppy-dog eyes. "No. Not pathetic at all. Stupid words, baby. Said by mistake, out of misunderstanding. Forgive me? I swear, I'll never do anything so stupid again."

I pulled her close, kissing her. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I guess I'm still a little prickly."

She nodded. "No, I understand. It's going to take some time. You were right about that part. If you'll make even the slightest effort, I promise, we'll be very patient. I'm sure there'll be hard times. We can get past them." She moved down the bed, and took my soft cock in her mouth, tenderly.

"I think it's down for the count," I warned her.

She looked up at me. "That's Ok. Let me serve you. Part of my apology."

I brushed her hair back. "Apology accepted. I...I'm willing to work on it, alright?"

She leaped up, grinning and threw herself down on me, hugging me fiercely. "Thank you. Thank you so much. You won't regret it. I swear."

I held her, letting my hands fondle her sweet ass, while her lips tattooed my neck and shoulders. I pulled her to the side, giving her a kiss. "Wait here a sec, Ok?"

She nodded, looking back at me curiously.

I returned after a moment, and placed my last five credits in her hands. "That's it. I'm out of sex credits. You got my last ones. No more young girls for now."

She passed me back four. "I told you, all it would take was one. One credit for anything you wanted."

I shook my head. "No, Shelly. I mean, the idea is sweet, but this is the fulfillment of my contract. I earned these credits, and I used them by the rules we laid down. I wasn't planning on being with you, those were meant for Gina. But we did it, and I'm not complaining. Take them, all five. I was faithful to our deal. She got her month's worth, and so did I. If you and I are going to do anything after today, that's going to require a new deal with Danielle."

She nodded. "I understand. I appreciate it, and I suspect Dani will as well. Let me talk to her first, Ok? She doesn't know about this, it wasn't her idea. It was all mine. Give me a chance to smooth things out, and we'll move forward."

I agreed, and we sealed our deal with a kiss.

"You're still the greatest, Rick. We were both fools. All of us for that matter. The hooker thing? Still a dumb move. Really dumb."

"I know, Shelly. Idiotic. It won't happen again."

She grinned. "For God's sake, I hope not! Why would you go to a hooker, when Dani and I are going to make all your dreams come true? No holding back."

I gave her a squeeze. "There is that. Thank you for coming clean with me, clearing things up."

She nodded. "I'm just sorry we didn't do this earlier." She got up, stretching gorgeously. "I'm gonna go now. No word to Danielle until I get to her first, Ok?"

"Alright. Don't take too long."

"No way. I need more of what we did, and soon. Still waiting to see how that mouth of yours does. I've heard good things."

"I'm looking forward to it as well. It was hard to resist doing it today."

Her eyes sparkled. "I know. I could see the way you looked at me. I appreciate that. Next time, alright lover?"

"Next time."

"Soon?"

"As soon as you can work things out."

She smiled. "Very soon, then. Sleep with her tonight. Same bed. You don't have to do anything, but share your bed again."

"I'll think about it."

She nodded. "That's fair. It would help, that's all. A good faith effort."

"I said I'll think about it. I really will."

She had her clothing back on, and slid into my arms. "I know you will. I think this is going to be the start of something pretty spectacular."




The Cuckold Diet Challenge Ch. 05



I have to admit, she had me thinking. I'd been hurt. Hurt bad. But I couldn't argue with what she'd said. And as for apologies, she and Danielle together, with no holding back, was a hell of a 'mea culpa'.

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Danielle called, explaining she'd be late, again. The new job was more difficult than she'd anticipated. Big surprise there. It was about time she found what the real world was like.

I dealt with the kids, and Francine made another of her wonderful dinners. She set aside some for Danielle, and congratulated me on doing such a terrific job on my diet. I credited her with the nutrition part.

The kids were in bed, and I was getting a late night workout on the treadmill. I heard her arrive home, and within moments she was rushing down the stairs.

"What the hell did you do!" she shrieked.

I wasn't sure what she was talking about. Had Shelly read her that wrong, that she'd be so upset? "Do about what?"

She slapped her palm against the stop button the treadmill. "You sent a video to Tina's husband?" 

Oh that.

"I figured he deserved to know he was married to a cheating slut. I would want to know. Do you think that's wrong now?"

"Why? Why would you seduce her, film it, and send it to him? Why?"

"Seduce her? I did nothing of the kind. From the very first night she's been teasing me about my fucking punishment. Joking about my cock-cage. Telling me I deserved whatever I had coming, for cheating. How the hell did she know so much about what was going on?" I growled.

"That was just girl talk. It didn't mean anything," Danielle said, stepping back a bit, nervously.

"She knew everything! How the fuck do you get off telling her about my humiliation? She knew all about what you did, and what you made me do that first night you cheated. Why the fuck would you do that? Wasn't it bad enough you tortured me? Did you have to tell the whole world?"

Danielle blushed. "I didn't cheat, and I didn't tell the whole world. Just Tina, Jenny and Anna."

"Anna! You told your fucking cousin?" I shouted.

"I...I stopped. I didn't tell them anything after the first week. It was a mistake."

"Tina said you told her it was alright to tease me. Really? You thought that was right? You gave her permission?" I was practically screaming at her. Reminding me of the humiliation had my dander up.

"I didn't think she'd go very far. It was just meant to be a little flirtation. Get you worked up a little, when you couldn't do anything. That was all. Nobody was going to get hurt."

"God damn you Danielle! She was a total bitch to me. Made fun of me. Grabbed my cage, laughing at how you ever found one small enough. She wanted to see it, play with it. She started everything. I finished it."

"But you've ruined her marriage! Her husband threw her out!"

"Why not? She's a damn cheater. Cost me 5 damn credits to prove it. Credits better spent on Jenny or Gina."

Danielle looked confused. Upset. Good. "She says she didn't want to have sex. You made her."

"She was naked in my bed, making me go down on her. That's not sex?" 

Danielle looked upset. "She made you?"

"Didn't force me. Not physically. She wanted to play with my cage. She took off her shirt and started teasing me, putting my hand on her breast, telling me she'd reward me if she could play with my locked up cock. She said it was going to happen whether I liked it or not. The bitch called me a good little cuck. I told her the price to see my cock locked up. She told me to undress her. So I did. I went down on her, and when I got tired of that, I screwed her. Three times. You think I made her have sex with me three times?"

"Did you have to film it? Tell on her?" Danielle whined.

"No. That could have been avoided very easily. You could have kept her out of it, and it never would have happened. She could have been nice, instead of teasing and insulting me. She fucking wiped her cunt slime on my face a week ago. You got her involved. She took it too far. She got what she deserved. Bitch." I hit the start button on my treadmill, and began walking again.

She leaned back against the desk, watching me silently. "I guess Anna's next."

I shrugged.

"It's you, isn't it? First Jenny gets fired, then the guys disappear, and now Tina. You're punishing all of them, aren't you?"

I just glared at her, admitting nothing.

"Why the guys? They didn't do anything to you. I went after them," she said softly.

"You told them my name, you faithless cunt. Asshole's like that like to brag. I couldn't have them around spreading word of what a slut my wife was, and how they'd cuckolded me. The things they said about me were unacceptable. They were dealt with."

She looked anxious. "What did you do, Rick? You didn't hurt them, did you?"

I just grinned maliciously, and upped the pace, jogging instead of walking.

She walked over slowly, stopping a couple of feet from my machine. "Please don't hurt Anna. She didn't do anything. I swear. She defended you, tried to make me stop. She hasn't told a soul. You don't have to...punish her, please?"

"Is there anyone else I need to know about? Anyone out there who's going to throw this filthy stunt of yours back in my face?" I snapped.

She shook her head. "No, Rick. I swear. Just them and Angela, but Angela didn't hear of it from me. I...I guess Tom knows. Nobody else though."

I grunted. Not sure I believed her. The woman seemed to have forgotten how to tell the truth, as soon as she started whoring herself. "As long as Anna doesn't fuck with me, and keeps her mouth shut, she'll be fine," I said.

"Will there be more? Are you done with them? Is it going to get worse?" Her voice was trembling.

"I'm done with them for now. Anything else happens, it's because they started it. If you decide to get any new boyfriends, you can expect that relationship will be very short-lived. I hope you don't, it's getting expensive to deal with your idiocy."

"No. No more men. I've stopped that. I told you." She started pacing in front of me. "What if I wanted to punish your girlfriends? How would you like that?"

"Do what you have to. But let me ask you this. Did they make fun of you? Humiliate you? Tease you, insult you, lie to you, go out of their way to hurt you? Have they ever said anything to anyone else?"

She stopped walking and leaned against the side of the treadmill. "Can we stop this now? Stop hurting each other? Please?"

"I never wanted any of this, Danielle. You forced the issue. You got your friends involved. You couldn't be discrete in your punishment of me. Did you really think your actions would have no repercussions?"

"No. That's the problem, isn't it? I didn't think. I reacted. Overreacted. But don't you claim for one minute I started this. You fucked a hooker. Spent $3000 of our money on her. You let yourself go. That wasn't me. That was all on you."

"I did. And I'm sorry about that. I'll regret it 'til the day I die. I hate that I hurt you. But I was discrete, never rubbed your face in it, and I paid dearly for that mistake. I was careful, I used a condom, and nobody else was ever going to know. I'll admit it, I wounded our marriage. I shot it with a .22. You used a fucking bazooka, and had your friends help."

"So is this it? Is our marriage over? Am I wasting my time waiting for things to get better, trying to fix things?"

"I don't know. I don't know how many more 'surprises' I can expect. Secret rendezvous with big-dick assholes. Evil sluts trying to humiliate me. Lies and more lies, never-ending. I can't take much more."

"Me either. Destroying my life and my friend's lives. It keeps escalating. You screwed up. I screwed up, punishing you, going too far. You had to take it beyond that, destroying everyone. Where's it going to end, Rick?"

"It can end now, if you're telling the truth. If there's no more humiliation and torture."

"What about you humiliating me, torturing me? Is that gonna stop?" she asked.

"If you're talking about using my credits on anyone but you, that's done. No more credits. If you mean retaliating against the people you involved, I don't see any more need, unless things change. If you're talking about our relationship, and what's left of it, I don't know. I'm willing to work on it, but I'm done being punished. We'll have to put the last few months behind us if we're going to move forward."

"Can we get rid of the girls? Please?"

I stopped the treadmill, and wiped my sweat off with my towel. Was I willing to get rid of them, to give my marriage a chance? Was it even fair to the girls? Were the last few shreds of my relationship with Danielle worth the effort? Worth anything at all? My first instincts were 'no', but thinking of my beautiful twins and the possibility, no longer a certainty, but the possibility of losing them outweighed everything else.

"I'd like to keep Jenny around until I lose the weight. That's still an issue, and I think we can both agree that I'm making progress. I'm willing to stop having sex with her. Is that enough?"

She nodded slowly. "Your intern?"

Gina. Sweet Gina who had a crush on me. Smart, beautiful Gina. "Let me break it to her gently. I'll see if I can help her land a job. She's very good, really." I didn't think Tom would mind putting her on the payroll early. Let her get broken in before I returned. It would help with any rumors which might occur if we went back at the same time.

"Shelly was very good at her job, and you ruined that for her," Danielle observed.

"Shelly's lucky she's still alive, after the shit she pulled. I also helped her afterward, if you recall. Once she stopped acting against me. Hell, even before she stopped."

"No more sleeping with Gina, either?" Danielle asked.

"I'll stop. You have a problem with Francine?"

"I...I don't know if we can afford her."

"How about if I get a job in the next six weeks," I offered. "I've already paid her for this month, so it would be only one more month. I think we can manage that."

Danielle smiled. "The kids do love her cooking. She spoils them."

"And I don't suppose you enjoy it at all," I teased. 

Her smile grew larger. "Maybe. A little." She reached out and touched my arm. "How about us?"

"We need to talk. Communicate, and no more lies. Get some things out in the open. Figure out how we ever got to this point in the first place. Make sure it never happens again." I took her hand in mine. "Let me take you out to dinner, Sunday night. We'll get a babysitter. I promise, I'll do my best to hold my temper, and I'll never leave you stranded like I did last time. I...I'm sorry about that. That was uncalled for, and I wish I could take it back. I never thought I could get so angry. I hope you'll forgive me."

She gave my hand a squeeze. "I think there needs to be a lot of forgiving going around. It's a date. Sunday. I'll tell Francine to skip your cheat meal, so you can go a little wild that night. Maybe even have a glass of wine and dessert."

"I've missed dessert."

She grinned. "God, I hope that means what I think that means. I know I've missed dessert. A lot." She let go of my hand. "I need to go see Shelly. Tina's staying with her, she had nowhere to go. I feel responsible, and need to help if I can. Is that Ok?"

"Are you asking?"

She nodded. "I don't want to make things worse. Obviously she upset you. If my helping her would damage any progress we might be making, I won't go."

"Go ahead. Maybe she can work things out. I don't know. You know she told me she wanted to put her husband on the same program as me? She was going to buy him his own cock-cage. That doesn't bode well for them long-term."

She looked surprised. "No, I didn't know that. God, how many ways could I fuck things up?"

"That's not your fault. She seemed very bitter and angry. She may think her husband was cheating. I don't know. I'm guessing they both needed a wakeup call. For the sake of their kids, I hope they can work through their issues."

She stepped up onto the treadmill, and I couldn't help but think back to Shelly's actions, earlier that day. "Can I have a hug, Rick?"

I took her in my arms, and hugged her. I held her for a good long time. When I released her, I gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I'm looking forward to Sunday night."

"Me too. I want this to work. Desperately."

I surprised myself when I admitted I did too. 

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I got a call at 11:30.

"Rick? Would you mind if I spent the night, baby? Things here are...intense. Can you trust me to be out all night?"

"Just you and the girls?"

"Yes. The three of us, and Mrs. Smirnoff."

"Are you drunk?" I teased.

"Not quite, but getting there. Seems like I have a lot of reasons to be drinking."

I wondered if that meant Shelly had talked to her about our day. I would love to be a party to that discussion. "Let me know if you need a ride in the morning."

"I love you, Rick. I don't think I told you that recently. I do love you."

"I know, Danielle. I love you too."

It was after 3:00 am when my cell phone rang. I immediately got nervous, was there an accident? Had they gone out? I answered the phone, clearing my throat. "Danielle?"

"Rick? I...I'm bein' good. I promise. Me and Shelly. I'm sorry I've been a bad wife. I'm sooooo sorry," she was sobbing drunkenly.

"I'm sorry too, baby. I never should have cheated on you."

"Never 'gain, Ok? No more cheatin'. I'll be a good wife. I will. Do all the nasty things. You don' have to go to anyone else. Don't leave me, Rick. Don't..."

I heard the phone fumbled, and crying in the background. "Ricky?" Shelly's voice asked hesitantly.

"Hi Shelly."

"I...I'm sorry I wasn't a better friend," she mumbled. "I love you both, and I'm so ashamed I didn't help and made things worse."

I sighed. Drunken confessions. I wondered how much they'd remember the next day. "Water under the bridge, Shelly. As I recall, you already gave me a very nice apology. Very nice."

She giggled. "Your pee-pee isn't small. It's just right. Much better than Meat. He hurt. S'why I stopped with him. You don' hurt. Just a good hurt. Sorry I said mean stuff. Din't mean it. Love you, Ricky."

"I'm sorry too, Shelly. You know I didn't mean the nasty things I said. You're a good friend. Except when you're picking out big cocks for my wife."

"No more biggies. Nope. Not for Dani. She's already got a good one. No more teenagers..." She was cut off and I heard tussling over the phone.

Danielle's voice came over the phone. "Only you, baby. Forever and ever. I'm your dessert. Make you sooo happy. Promise."

"Promise?" I teased.

"Cross my heart, hope to die," she whined.

"It's late, beautiful. You girls should get some sleep."

"Do you love me, Rick?" her voice was cracking.

"I love you, Danielle. Even when I was angry, I still loved you."

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart, and hope to die. Get some sleep, Danielle."

"G'night. I love you, Rick."

You sure have a damn strange way of showing it.

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The Cuckold Diet Challenge Ch. 06



The Cuckold Diet Challenge Ch.06

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Chapter 6: One step forward, two steps back

My continuation of the The Cuckold Diet Challenge by RazorLyt, (2/2/09)

In the last chapter, Rick uses up five more of his dwindling credits with Jenny, his trainer, and shortly afterward his wife's best friend Shelly shows up, repentant. During a difficult conversation she explains how everything went haywire, blaming a lot of it on him. He's angry as she explains he was supposed to negotiate. He's a lawyer. Nobody takes the first offer. When he didn't, and the way he responded to the first time she came home after taking a lover, they believed he wanted to be a cuckold. She's pretty convincing in her explanation and apology, using her body, and he spends his last 5 credits on her, perhaps understanding how things came to be, still unhappy that it did.

Rick's revenge on Tina works, perhaps too well. Her husband throws her out, and hurts her, her marriage is on the rocks. Danielle and Shelly try to support Tina.

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Saturday. What a crazy, messed up day. Six weeks of Hell, and then, Saturday.

It started normal enough. I had decided I wanted to give it a shot. Maybe I was a fool, but I wanted to believe Shelly. The whole contract thing was never meant to go as far as it had. I still had a lot of issues, the third time she saw a guy, the insults, the divorce threat. I'd heard excuses, but they didn't make things right. Just a little better.

Any way I looked at it, I had screwed up first. That was hard to live down. I had cheated, and there really was no excuse for that. I had let myself go, and it had contributed to a lot of issues. 

We had problems, but I didn't think they were hopeless. So yes, I was considering doing my best to make things work. 

That meant that I was moving back into the master bedroom. Seven o'clock in the morning, and instead of sleeping in, I was moving stuff.

Kids aren't stupid. Young, innocent, naive, even ignorant, but rarely stupid. I had two helpers, moving my clothing back downstairs. "You're not mad at Mom anymore?" Erin asked.

"Erin!" Eric snapped.

"But he's moving back downstairs," my daughter explained, carrying an armful of clothing.

"Mom said not to say anything," Eric reminded her.

Erin stuck her tongue out at her twin. "Does this mean you're not gonna get divorced?" Erin continued.

That shocked me. "Who said anything about getting divorced?" I asked.

"When the Dad and Mom get different bedrooms, that means divorce," Eric explained.

"Was it because you got fat? Or because of your girlfriends?" Erin asked.

"John says it's because you were never home. Is that why you're home all the time now?"

"Who's John?" I asked, thoroughly confused and stunned by the conversation. Shit. We'd been feuding for six weeks, and I don't think I'd ever tried to explain anything to the twins.

"Mom says she messed up. She and Aunt Shelly." Erin said, cramming my clothes into a drawer. I opened it up and started folding them before putting them back.

"We both messed up. Yes, part of it was because I gained too much weight," I started to explain.

"When Dad's lose a lot of weight, that means they're going to start dating. You're not going to date more women, are you?" Eric asked, sitting on the corner of the bed, after dumping the clothing he was carrying.

"Who said losing weight means dating?" I turned and asked my son.

"Mom's prettier than your other girls, Dad. Jenny and Gina are nice, but we like Mom more, and she's lots prettier," Erin bombarded me from the other side.

"Can we keep Francine? She makes great desserts," Eric asked.

"Now that you're not mad at Mom, does that mean you're going back to work, and we won't see you anymore?" Erin whined.

"Mom's gonna stop crying, right? I wish you wouldn't make her cry," Eric said.

"Enough!" I said, louder than I intended, exasperated by their barrage.

The twins moved next to each other, like they always did when upset. I felt bad for raising my voice.

"Listen. Mom and I had an argument. A very bad one. These things happen sometimes. It doesn't mean we don't love each other. We just have some things to work out."

"How come Mom works now, and you don't?" Eric asked.

I took a deep breath. "Alright. I'll tell you what. Let's get the rest of the stuff down here, and I'll let you ask your questions, one at a time. Is that fair?"

"Is Mom gonna get mad? She said we weren't supposed to ask you any questions. She said she had to fix it," Erin said.

"No, Mom won't get mad. Now - no more questions until everything is down here. Got it?" They nodded in sync, turned and ran up the stairs, passing me on the way back down. It only took two more loads, before I was addressing their concerns.

"Now who's filling your heads with all this nonsense about Dad's losing weight, and moving into different rooms? All this talk about divorce."

Erin and Eric looked at each other. "Everyone gets divorced, Dad. In our whole class, only eight kid's parents haven't been divorced."

It was heartbreaking to hear the statistics from the mouths of babes. The numbers sounded high, but who was I to argue them? "Not everyone gets divorced. Your grandparents didn't."

Erin jumped in. "Grandparents don't. Everyone knows that. I mean, some of them do, but not much. Dad's leave. We don't want you to leave."

"We don't care if you got fat," Eric added. "You're fixing that, anyway."

"Maybe Francine could teach Mom to cook better," Erin said.

"Gina's too young to be our Mom," Eric added.

"Hold on a minute," I said, trying to get in a word edgewise. "Gina works for me. She's a lawyer. She's not my girlfriend. Jenny works for me too, she's my personal trainer. She's not a girlfriend either. Francine cooks for all of us..."

"We know. She's not your girlfriend. She likes girls. She's a lesbian," Erin said, knowingly.

"Who told you that?" 

"She lives with her girlfriend. Sometimes when she makes extra food, she takes it home to her girlfriend," Erin explained, as if I was clueless. Which I guess I was.

I sighed, losing ground. "Alright, listen. I don't have any girlfriends. Your Mom is my only girlfriend, Ok?"

"Not Aunt Shelly anymore?" Eric asked.

"She's a friend. Not my girlfriend," I tried to explain.

"And you guys aren't mad at each other, you and Mom?" Erin asked.

"Your Mom and I still have some issues to work out, but we love each other, and want to keep this family together."

"But you're going to be the Dad again, and work all the time?" Eric asked.

"No. I mean yes, I'm still the Dad, but with my new job I won't be working as much. I'll have lots more time to be with the family."

Erin jumped in. "What did Mom do? It was sex stuff, wasn't it?"

"We're not going to discuss what happened between me and Mom. That's between us." Jesus. Lesbians? Sex Stuff? Where do third graders learn this stuff?

I finally got them settled down, and they helped me finish putting away the clothes. 

After the bedroom was taken care of, I had the kids join me for my weigh-in. Another five pounds, even. Not the best week, but I felt good about it, the steady decline in weight loss each week had finally halted.

"210 lbs," Erin read, leaning over the scale so I couldn't see the numbers. "Is that good?"

"Very good. I've lost 43 lbs. Five pounds this week."

Eric jumped on the scale as soon I got off. "I'm only 53 pounds. You almost lost a whole me!"

The words were more damning than he'd intended. It was closer to truth than I cared to admit.

I still hadn't heard from Danielle by 9:15, but that wasn't too surprising. Not if they tied one on the night before. The kids asked permission to play in the court, and after checking that the Nichols crowd was out, all five of them, I made sure the twins understood they weren't to leave the block, and let them go.

I'd been on the treadmill for about 10 minutes, when I heard a ruckus upstairs. I went to check on it, and found three very rough looking women making coffee in the kitchen.

I felt more than a little uncomfortable with Tina there. Shelly and Danielle were expected. Half the time they were joined at the hip. Besides, I expected to hear about the previous day's escapades. But Tina? Can you say, 'awkward'?

I stood in the kitchen doorway, and Danielle was the first to spot me. "Can you believe she didn't have any painkillers? Could you get us some aspirin, baby?"

I walked into the kitchen and opened the end counter, pulling out an industrial size aspirin bottle. Shelly was the nearest, and she took it from me, then gave me a huge hug. "You're the greatest, Rick," she said, and gave me a kiss on the lips. She reeked of alcohol. Damn, she was still drunk.

"Did you guys get any sleep last night?" I asked.

"Not much," she said grinning. "But we were good, weren't we Dani?"

"No boys," my wife said, as if that was something to be hugely proud of.

"Come on. Let's get you three into the living room," I told them, herding them with an arm around Shelly's waist. They stumbled out to the couch, collapsing there as a group.

"Alright. Food? Water? What do you need?"

Tina burst into tears, making me feel pretty lousy. I had no idea what to say or do. Why did they have to put me in this position? I wasn't angry, maybe a little irritated.

Dani leaned over and put her arm around her friend. "Who's a good divorce guy?" Dani asked.

"Reynolds," I answered automatically. "He's the best."

Shelly was kicking off her shoes, stretching her luscious long legs out. "Her husband's an asshole. He cheated on her at least twice. Once for almost a year. Then he hits her when he gets your video, and throws her out."

Shit. Talk about how to make a guy feel bad. I knelt in front of her. "I'm sorry, Tina. I didn't know."

She surprised the hell out of me by leaning forward and hugging me. "I'm s-s-sorry I was mean to you. I din't mean nothin'."

Whew! She smelled like a distillery. When I peeled her arms away, I saw she had a bruise on her cheek. "Did he do that to you?" I asked, touching it softly.

She nodded.

"Anything else?"

She nodded again, slower.

"Show him, Tina," Danielle insisted. 

Tina grabbed her shirt, and lifted it up, exposing a naked torso, including those cute little tits of hers. She had bruises on her upper arms, and on her ribs.

"Wait here," I told her. I got my smartphone, and returned. "Take off your shirt and put your hands over your breasts," I told her. Once she had, I lifted her elbows outward. I took a picture of her face, her arms, and her chest. One more of her whole upper body.

I handed her shirt back. "He shouldn't have done that."

Danielle nodded. "That's what I tol' her. You never hit me, and I did 'lot worse."

Tina managed to get her shirt back on. "He didn't beat me up or nothin'. He was mad, and he grabbed me by the arms and threw me out of my house. I hurt my side on the railing, and my head on the ground."

"That's still domestic abuse. That's not good," I explained.

"I know. He was drinkin'. He din't mean it."

"Don't make excuses for him," Shelly argued.

"What do you want to do, Tina?" I asked. "Do you want out, or do you want to try to fix things?"

"I want my babies, and I want him to stop cheatin'," she whined.

"Alright. Let's get you cleaned up and in bed. I'll take care of things for now."

Danielle hugged her. "See? Tol' you. Rick is the best. He'll fix it. He can fix anything."

Nice vote of confidence, but I didn't know if I could fix that mess. Hell, I couldn't even fix my own marriage.

"Ok. All three of you. You smell like you fell in a vat of vodka. Clean up, and hit the sack. You all need a nap. I don't want the kids coming in here and seeing you like this."

It took a while, but I got aspirin, vitamin B, and a large glass of water into all of them. Herded them into the bathroom, and hastily beat a retreat when they all started stripping, while filling the tub. 

Danielle and Shelly started calling out to me before too long. Tina was sleeping in the tub, which she was sharing with my wife. Shelly was in the shower. We managed to wake Tina enough to get her out of the water and dried off. I dumped her in our bed, naked. It wasn't worth the effort to try to get a shirt on her. I tried to be gentle, watching out for the bruises. Shit, talk about feeling guilty.

By the time I had her settled in, Shelly was drying off at the foot of the bed. She dropped her towel, and slid into my arms. "Sorry I was mean. Forgimme?"

I held her naked body, caressing her hair. "I'm sorry too, Shelly. I forgive you, and hope you'll forgive me." Strangest thing was, I think I meant it. Our little one-on-one episode had opened my eyes to a lot of things.

She smiled and kissed me. "Good. I forgive you too. Best friends, right?"

I chuckled, peeling her arms away, and nudging her toward the bed, "BFFs."

She climbed under the covers and looked back at me. "Wanna use a chip?" She lifted the covers, invitingly.

"No more chips, beautiful."

She pouted, lowering the covers. "Later," she mumbled.

My wife was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching, towel drying her hair. I didn't even know she was there until she spoke up. "No more chips?" she asked."Today was weigh-in day."

"No more. Just yours. All the other ones are gone, and there won't be anymore."

She stumbled around the bed, scratching her crotch. I looked down and saw her pubic hair was growing back. She caught my glance. "Itches."

I drew her down to the edge of the bed, and had her lie down next to her friend. "I wasn't bad. No more bein' bad," she said nervously.

I leaned down and gave her a kiss. "I know. Relax. Get some sleep. We'll talk later." I reached down and playfully scratched her little red patch.

"I'm sorry. I shoulda shaved it for you, long time ago," she murmured. "I will if y' want. Only for you."

I rubbed her softly. "Maybe later. It's better for now if you don't. It brings up bad memories, Ok?"

She screwed up her face, and her eyes started leaking. "Don't be mad," she whined.

"Shh. I'm not mad. I love you. We just have to take baby steps for a while, alright?"

"You fucked my frien'," she said sleepily, her eyes closed. "No more fuckin' friends. No more stupid chips. Only me."

"Only you," I whispered, kissing her forehead.

I looked over at the clock. 10:42 am, and I'd had enough drama for an entire weekend.

I closed the door, and cleaned up their kitchen mess. I figured it was late enough that I could make the first call. 

"Tom? I got a situation. It's kind of messed up," I explained.

"Shit. What's new? What did she do now?"

"Nothing. This time it was me. I started something, and now I need to know who the best divorce attorney is, if you want a shot at reconciliation."

"What the hell? You're starting divorce proceedings now? Angela said she thought things were getting better."

"It's not us. It's her friend, Tina. Her husband cheated, and she cheated. He threw her out of the house, physically, and was a little rough. She's bruised up a bit. She wants to try to work it out. They've got young kids." I explained.

"How are you involved?" he asked.

"She cheated with me. I sent him the video."

"Fuck! What the hell were you thinking? You gave a guy a video of you screwing his wife?"

"I blocked out my face. It was only a couple of short clips."

"Still, why the hell would you do that? After all the mess you're in."

"Danielle involved her. She knew everything. She was teasing me relentlessly, and pissed me off. I was angry with her, and with Danielle for dragging her into it."

"Alright. But you guys have gotta stop this shit. Seriously. It's gotten way out of hand now."

"Don't you think I know that? Listen, we're working on it. I think we're making some progress."

"Really? You're talking about staying together?"

"Talking. We'll see. First I gotta do something about Tina."

"Jean Morelli. That's who I'd use. Reynolds, if you were going scorched earth, but Jean if you want a chance of working it out. She's good. She'll work for the marriage, but she'll make sure if it goes south, her client's taken care of. You want I should give her a call?"

"On a Saturday?" I reminded him.

"She's a friend. She'll take my call. If she's available for a discussion, I'll have her contact you. Alright?"

"That would be great. Sorry to drag you into this."

He laughed. "Shit, I'm in as deep as it gets already. You want to talk about you and Danielle?"

"Later. I promise. Got a few things I need to take care of first."

"Dude, you gotta throw me a bone, something. If I go back to Angela empty-handed, she'll tear me a new one."

I chuckled. "I promise. Later, the whole enchilada, alright? Let me clear up a few things on my end first. It's really hectic right now."

The hellions came in for lunch, and I managed to keep the uproar to a minimum as I served up sandwiches, chips and iced tea. It was only a refueling pit-stop, and they were gone by the time the last crumbs hit the plate.

I was moving a load from the washer to the drier when Jean called. She knew of me, even insisted we'd met, although I didn't remember the occasion. I gave her the low-down, and she had me send her the pictures I'd taken. 

"Do I need to take out a restraining order, get him out of the house?" Jean asked.

"I think it's best to give them some space and cool-down time. We're taking care of Tina. I believe it can wait until Monday, if you can squeeze her in."

"I'm checking my schedule...would 3:30 be Ok?"

"I think so. I'll let her know. I appreciated you taking this one with such short notice."

She had a nice laugh. "Any friend of Tom's is a friend of mine. He and Angela think the world of you, you know. Besides, it'll be nice to have another friend or two at your firm. This is a favor, right? Not just business."

I understood what she was hinting. A Saturday call, a friend's influence. Business was business, but favors needed reciprocation. I'd owe her one. An exchange of multiple favors developed relationships, and often friendships. She was interested in the latter. I understood. In my new role, I was a person people liked to exchange favors with. "A favor to me. A big one. I appreciate the call on a Saturday. I hate to interrupt family time."

"It's fine. Actually I'm honored that you two thought of me. I'll take care of it."

We finished with some chit-chat, and I wrote down the time for Tina's appointment. 

We have a landscaping company that takes care of the edging, mowing, and mulching, but there's always more to be done. I got out the yard tools, and dealt with some shrub trimming and weeding. Working in the yard felt good. I could already notice the difference in my energy level after the weight loss and seven weeks of exercise. I got tired, but not exhausted. 

After cleaning up the trimmings, I needed a shower something fierce. In my infinite wisdom, that very morning I'd cleared my stuff out of the guest bathroom. I entered the master suite, and gazed on the view of the three women in my bed. Tina had one bare leg hanging out of the bed, clinging to the edge of it, on her belly. Shelly was cuddled up to my wife, who was lying on her back, snoring softly. I missed that soft snore. 

I slipped into the bathroom, quietly closing the door. I was shampooing my hair, when I heard noises in the bathroom. I rinsed off, and looked out through the frosted glass of the shower to see a bare bottom disappearing into the small alcove that held the toilet. Looks like they were starting to come to life.

The shower door opening was a big surprise. Tina stepping in was even a bigger one. She didn't say anything at first, simply stepping under the shower head, her back pressed up against me. 




The Cuckold Diet Challenge Ch. 06



"Feeling any better?" I asked, as a neutral way to break the silence.

Tina had her head tilted back, water splashing against her upturned face. She turned slowly, placing her hand on my chest. She looked up into my face. "Why, Rick? Why'd you do that?"

The words weren't said in anger. They were calm. A simple question. Much more painful that way. "I'm sorry, Tina. I was angry. Very angry, and I took some of it out on you."

She grabbed the soap out of the wall niche, lathered up her hands, and started rubbing my chest. "I thought you liked me. Didn't we have a good time together? I...I was kind of mean to you at first, teasing you, but I thought we were over that. I made it up to you. I even let you have my bottom. I don't hardly ever do that, but I did it for you."

"I...I don't know what to say, Tina. I'm ashamed of how I treated you. I was pissed at the teasing, and upset that Danielle got you involved at all. It wasn't about you as much as getting back at Danielle. I had decided that anyone she got involved would have to pay. Make her realize the effect of her decisions on everyone around her."

She tugged me forward, letting the water rinse off my chest. I have to admit, she was driving me a little crazy. She pushed on one shoulder, making me turnaround, and started taking care of my back. "That was cruel, Rick. I didn't deserve that. I teased you, but I didn't try to ruin your life."

She was right. "You're absolutely correct, Tina. I screwed up. I wanted my revenge, and I went way too far with you. Your little bout of teasing and humiliation didn't deserve me wrecking your marriage. Your kids deserve it least of all. I'm sorry."

Her hands were misbehaving, moving below my waist, soaping up my rear and between my legs. I was a little nervous. I hoped she didn't want any revenge of her own. I was awfully exposed.

She pulled me back under the water, her hand rubbing away any soap residue. "You were only the third man I've ever been with, Rick. One boyfriend for a couple of years after high-school, my husband, and you." I felt her body move next to mine, her breasts pressing against my back. Her arms encircling my waist. "I thought you liked me," she whispered, and I could feel her body shaking.

I spun around and took her in my arms. I turned with her to get her out of the streaming water. "I do like you. It was a horrible thing I did, and I'll regret it always. I swear I'll try to make it up to you." I caressed her back softly, kissing the top of her head. "I had a great time with you. I swear, it was the only time I didn't mind wearing the stupid cage on my cock. Playing around with you. It was fun, and I should have let everything else go. I was just so angry with Danielle, and with Shelly for that matter, and I took it out on you. You didn't help, you know. I really didn't like all the teasing and humiliation. I'm not happy she cuckolded me, and don't like to be reminded of it."

I reached behind me and turned off the water, before it turned cold. She was still despondent and I wrapped her in a bath sheet, drying her off. "I'm sorry. It was wrong. If there's anything I can do to make it up to you, let me know."

I left the bath sheet covering her shoulders, and grabbed another towel to dry off her legs. She opened them a little, letting me get between her legs. I tried to keep it innocent.

"Nobody ever made me come with their mouth before," she said softly. "Teased me a little, or got me warmed up, but not like that."

Everything she said, made me feel worse and worse. I took her in my arms and held her. "I don't understand how you could do that," she whined softly. "Give me so much pleasure, then turn around and destroy me. I don't understand."

Her words were devastating. They made me see the impact of my revenge. Yes, my wife had been abusive in her revenge against me, but my own scorched earth retaliation was harsh for those she involved. Making strangers up and leave town. Ruining Shelly's career. Wrecking Tina's marriage. They had all hurt and embarrassed me, but my response had been pretty extreme. Especially for Tina. And she had done the least of all, dragged into it by my wife, and teasing me discretely. Damn it, I felt guilty when it came to her.

"It wasn't you. My life was in ruins, my wife completely humiliated me, my marriage was over. I...I had to take control, and make her pay. That's the only way I can explain it. She got you involved, and I took it out on you. You didn't deserve it."

She shook her head. "No I didn't. Not that."

I pulled her into the walk-in closet at the back of the bathroom. I grabbed a t-shirt off a shelf, had her lift her arms, and put it on her. It hung to her knees. I grabbed another one for myself, then took her by the hand and led her to Danielle's sink. Sat her on the stool there, and started to brush out her hair. 

"What can I do for you, Tina? How can I make it up to you? I feel terrible."

She shrugged. "I don't know. Can you help me fix my marriage?"

"You've got an appointment with Jean Morelli on Monday at 3:30. I'll take care of the cost. She's the best divorce lawyer, for couples who want to work things out. She'll make sure you get into court-mandated couples counseling. She won't antagonize your husband. If you want me to, I'll talk to Michael. Explain that it wasn't you, that it was me, if you think that will help."

I saw a small grin. "You won't tell him I showered with you, I hope."

"No, beautiful. That's between us. Besides, you and I both know there was nothing sexual about that."

"Maybe a little, but I wasn't bad, was I?" she answered softly.

"No, you weren't bad. I was tempted of course."

"Were you?"

I laughed. "What do you think? I know what that sexy body can do. The kind of pleasure it contains. I'm trying to get back on the straight and narrow. Fix things in my own marriage. That's all that's holding me back."

She turned on the stool, facing me. All I was wearing was that stupid t-shirt, and it was tenting badly, right in front of her face. She reached out and rubbed the length of my shaft. "I guess you do like me," she said.

I leaned over her, brushing her hair back on the sides, gathering it into a ponytail. I guess I'm a little odd. I've always loved my wife's hair, love brushing it, drying it, braiding it. I leaned over to grab a scrunchy off the counter, and gasped as I felt her mouth engulf my cock. I pulled her hair through the elastic, and with a few turns, had her hair tied off.

I looked down where her hand was stroking me, her mouth holding the head of my cock. "We shouldn't be doing this, Tina," I said softly, not wishing to reject her. I ran my hand along her cheek softly.

She looked up at me, and pushed her face forward, taking as much of my length as she could. She backed off, before pushing forward again, firmly. After a third time, I slid into her throat, and she paused, lips around the base, nose pressed against my belly.

I groaned as she slowly pulled away completely. She smiled and looked up at me. "She's an idiot you know. You're not small at all." She grabbed my cock, giving it a shake. "And you sure know how to use this guy."

She stood, and pulled my head down for a kiss. "You want my forgiveness?"

I nodded.

"Go use that on your wife. Right now. Do that for me, and that will be a start."

"I'm not even sure she wants..."

"You owe me, Rick. You owe me, big-time. She wants it, now go give it to her."

I gave her a big kiss, feeling her hand stroking my cock, keeping me hard. "Now, please," she whispered, when my lips left hers.

It was hard to say no to her. Too hard. I let her lead me by the cock back into the bedroom. She pulled back the sheet on my naked wife, leaned over and took me in her mouth, sucking me sloppily. When she pulled away, she gave me a little push. I climbed on the bed, opening Danielle's legs. She moved, and Shelly shifted with her. I lifted Danielle's outside leg, pressing my cock against her slit, nudging it up and down, opening her up. 

I watched Tina climb on the bed behind Shelly, and start pulling her away. Shelly's eyes opened, sleepily, unfocused. She looked my way, with a look of confusion, then started to smile. She backed away, and dragged Danielle's leg with her.

I eased forward, the head entering her, and got my first little response. She shifted her hips, opening up her body to me. I pressed more firmly, sliding into her a little. She was dry, and Tina's blowjob helped a little, but it was slow going. I started a gentle rocking motion, back and forth, slow and steady, and felt myself penetrating further.

I leaned over her, continuing my efforts, smiling as I saw Shelly reach for Danielle's breasts, teasing her nipple. Danielle's eyes opened abruptly, and she looked scared for a moment before she focused on my face above hers. She slowly smiled. I felt her legs open wider, inviting me in.

I kissed her softly, and she grabbed my head, holding me firmly, her mouth opening, her soft tongue invading my mouth. I felt her hips start pushing back against me, and it became easier to enter her. Within moments of our kiss I was long-stroking her.

"I've missed this, Danielle," I told her.

"Me too, baby," she answered, her legs wrapping around me, holding me in place. She got a brief look of confusion, looked down to her chest, and her eyes followed the arm back to Shelly. "Someone's being naughty," she said.

I leaned over and kissed Shelly's shoulder. "Behave Shelly. I don't want you distracting her. This is between me and my wife."

Shelly stuck her tongue out at me, and it was so damn cute I had to chuckle. "Can we at least watch?" she pleaded cutely.

I looked back at Danielle, who was grinning with me. "I don't care if the whole damn block watches my husband make love to me."

I had a brief thought of Danielle watching her before, with the men she'd cheated with. It wasn't a good thought.

Danielle reached up and stroked my cheek. "No, baby. Stay with me. Please. I need this. Don't think of anything but this moment. You and me."

I nodded, and started pounding her harder. I had an urge to prove I could make her come for me. I could give her just as good. She looked up at me, and I saw her eyes moisten.

Shelly scrambled down the bed, and leaned up against me, pushing me into my wife, stopping the action. "No, Rick. Make love to her. Don't fuck her. Make love to your wife, like nobody but you has ever been able to."

I felt her lips on my back, then she moved back, giving me some room, her hand caressing my lower back. She pushed softly, and then slid her hand back slowly, and I eased out. I felt the soft push and slid back into my wife. I let Shelly's hand guide me, instinctively, making slow, easy love to my wife. My lips caressed hers, and she nibbled mine, smiling again.

"Love me, baby. I haven't been loved in so long," she pleaded.

Twelve years with her, and I knew her well. Knew her needs, even if I hadn't been up to providing them for a while. Most of my belly was gone, and I could feel myself penetrating her deeply. Open as she was, I was able to grind against her at the end of each stroke, my pubic bone rubbing her pleasure button. Lowering my hips on the out-stroke, I dragged the head of my cock against the top of her pussy, teasing her g-spot. I knew her. Knew how to take care of her, and watched her pleasure surge. Her nails dug into me, her hips urging me onward. 

It was nice, something I needed, feeling back in control. Watching her respond. Feeling so right. For a while, I was able to think of nothing but being with her.

For a while.

My thoughts betrayed me, her sweet sounds became a concern, comparing her reactions to how she'd responded to them. I knew her, and knew she was enjoying what we were doing, but was it as good? Was she thinking about them? Comparing me? Did Shelly know? Could she tell I couldn't bring my wife to the same level of ecstasy? Did Danielle miss the big cock, having to settle for mine?

I gazed down into her face, and saw her staring back, her concern evident.

"It's wonderful, baby. I love you," she said softly. Her hand reached up and caressed my face tenderly.

My erection wilted, slipping out of her. "Sorry," I said, rolling off of her, angry with myself and my reaction. Angrier at her, for what she'd done.

Danielle and Shelly nervously looked at each other, which just pissed me off even more. I jumped from the bed, grabbing my towel and wrapping it around my waist as I retreated in high gear. I heard my wife call out anxiously, but I didn't want to talk about it.

I headed for the bar, and started pouring myself a tall drink. With the glass half full, I realized what I was doing, and dumped the booze down the sink, my hands shaking, I was so upset.

I tensed up when I felt her touch on my shoulders. I turned, expected to see Danielle, but I looked into Shelly's face.

"Here to rub it in?" I snapped.

She moved closer, her arms slowly encircling me. "It's a start, Ricky. It's going to take time."

I stood stiffly, unresponsive. 

She hugged me tighter. "Come back, honey. Come back to bed. We don't have to do anything. She understands, we all do. We've made a mess of things, but you going to her, like that, it was a big step. I...I'm so proud of you taking that first chance, risking the hurt, reaching out to her."

I felt the moistness in the corner of my eyes, welling, on the verge of spilling over. "I wanted to, Shelly. I did. I just couldn't shut down my mind, thinking of her with them. How she reacted, responded to what they did. Like she never did with me."

Shelly was moving slowly, her body rubbing against mine. I doubt it was accidental. She kissed my shoulder, my neck. "I get it, Rick. I swear, you don't have to say anything, I understand. But I want you to think of this. I was with them, both of them, several times. Lots of guys, too many, really. I loved being with you. You did an amazing job of pleasuring me. Trust me, when I was lying with you, I wasn't thinking of other men I'd been with, I was simply enjoying being together with you. Were you thinking of other women when you were with me?"

I shook my head slowly. "No. To be honest, I was kind of amazed I was with you at all. You are smokin' hot, you know."

Her smile was a little too sad, too slow. "I'm glad you think so. I'd bet my life she wasn't thinking of anything but you, just now. Once you stopped, and you left, who knows what was going on in her head. Rejection is pretty hard to take. But in the moment, she was responding to being loved, and that was all. You damned well know it, Rick."

"I know, Shelly. Don't you think I know that? It was in my mind, all of it. I wish to God she'd never made me watch those damn videos. I can't get it out of my head."

She brushed my hair back, and leaned in for a soft tender kiss. "I know. God, we screwed up bad. She needs your help to make things right. It's going to be tough. We need you to hang in there. Cutting and running would be the easy road. Working through the issues, that's rough. She knows. It's difficult for her too, you know."

I nodded. "Don't you think I know? You think I wanted to make a fool of myself just now? I'm trying, Shelly."

Her body was still pressed to mine, her face inches away. Her hand caressed the back of my head, while her hips pressed against a returning hardness. "I know baby. Please, come back with me. She's afraid to go to you. She's hurting now, upset. At herself, not you. Come back to the bedroom. Let's be less serious, Ok? Spend some time with her, with us, intimate but not, I don't know...intense? Try?"

I nodded, and let her drag me back to the bedroom. I saw that Danielle and Tina were still in the bed, and Danielle was in tears. I felt my heart breaking for her. I slid in next to her, and took her in my arms.

"Sorry," I whispered. "You did nothing wrong, that was all in my brain. I'll get over it in time."

She was still facing Tina, while I curled up behind her. I felt her trembling. "Don't leave me, Rick," she pleaded softly.

"I'm here, aren't I?" I teased. I kissed her shoulder, and moved my hand down to cup her breast. "Damn, I was really enjoying that, too."

She chuckled, wiggling back into me. "Really? This old body? After all the girls you've been sampling lately?"

"Rotten thing. You're fishing for compliments? You really want me to tell you how much I prefer you over anyone else in the world, with your friends here? Kind of mean, isn't it?" I teased, tweaking her nipple.

Shelly had slid in behind me, and I was in the middle of one sexy sandwich. "Be very careful what you say, Rick. Very careful," she teased.

"No shit," Tina laughed. 

I felt myself blushing, as I kissed my wife's neck, where she had pulled her hair to the side inviting my attention. "I was enjoying it too. A lot," she said softly. She rolled toward me, pushing my shoulder down, leaving me on my back. "Bastard, getting me all worked up, and leaving me 90% of the way there. That was mean!" She was grinning as she said it, teasing. 

I smiled the best I could, still feeling bad about what had happened. I put my hand on her breast, squeezing it softly. "God, I love your tits," I whispered.

Shelly had been quiet, but the troublemaker couldn't leave well enough alone. She lifted my arm ostentatiously cuddling up to me, and putting it around her shoulders. She kissed my cheek, smiling. "Let her blow you, Rick. I'd like to see that."

"Me too!" Tina joined in.

I looked up into Danielle's face, and grinned like a schoolboy. "I've got no problems with that," I said.

"Really? I'm supposed to suck you off just like that? With my friends watching?" Danielle responded, slowly moving down the bed, smirking as she went. "I suppose you want the whole damn shebang. Deep throat, come in my mouth, the works?"

I started to comment upon the fact that if she could do it for the bastards, she could damn well do it for me, but I was interrupted by Shelly's lips settling over mine. She kissed me firmly, eyes open, gazing into mine. Danielle's mouth settled over my cock, and I relaxed.

Shelly pulled back grinning. "Good boy. Don't think, just enjoy, Ok?"

I nodded, and felt Tina pulling on my shoulder. I rose up a little, and she slipped a couple of pillows behind my head. Once I'd settled back onto them, she cuddled in opposite Shelly. She wriggled cutely, getting comfortable. "This is kind of wild," she giggled. "Naughty. I never got to see anyone else do it."

Shelly nuzzled in closely, and I let my hand wander down her back, fondling her butt. "I know, right?" she said softly. "You feeling as jealous as me?" she whispered.

"Oh yeah, and then some. Leaving his mouth available like this is a sin."

I was listening halfheartedly, while Danielle did her best job of worshiping my cock. Once again, I couldn't help but compare what she was doing to what I'd seen. The wanton way she'd surrendered to them. I didn't want to, but I couldn't help it. Damn it!

Danielle rose up from where she was sucking me. I knew she'd caught me. My stiffness was wilting again. She scrambled up a ways, wiggling in between her friends. "Let me make one thing very clear, Rick. For the record, I never enjoyed blowing either one of those guys. I'll admit, I took some pride in being able to handle them, but for the most part it was a miserable, uncomfortable experience. Back me up on this, Shelly!"

Shelly nodded. "I already told him. No joy in that. Too big is just no fun. Not for a blow-job. No way."

Danielle planted a quick kiss on my lips. "I like doing you. I love to feel you respond, and no more stopping halfway, unless you want me to. I'm not going to hold back anymore. I'll give you my best. Let me pleasure you, the best I can. And trust me, if I ever do think of anyone else, I'll be thanking my lucky stars I'm with you, and not some callous asshole who's using my mouth for a cum dump."




The Cuckold Diet Challenge Ch. 06



"I don't mean to do it, Danielle. I swear to God, thinking of you, with them is the last thing I want. I just can't help it. I hate it. I wish I could turn off my brain. I would give anything to turn back time and never have seen those damn videos." It was awkward laying as I was, with Shelly and Tina in my arms, basically keeping me pinned to the bed, and Danielle lying on top of me. I wanted to hold her, but the situation was all messed up. Who would ever believe that I wished the two girls in my arms weren't there?

"I'm not giving up, baby," I assured her. "No way. I love you, and I'm going to fight to make things better for us, but I'm begging you to be patient with me, and understand my issues."

Danielle nodded, smiling. "If you're willing to fight for us, I am too. Heart and soul." She gave me a teasing grin, "You know I can be just as stubborn as you."

She straddled my waist, her crotch pressed against my half-mast cock. She started sliding against it, teasing me. She started to say something, then stopped, and I saw the concern on her face. She shook it off, smiling distractedly, putting a little wiggling motion into her ass, as she rubbed me. Her friends were helping, cuddled up against me, kissing and nibbling on my neck and ears.

Danielle grinned and opened her mouth to speak, then stopped again. "What?" I asked.

She shook her head, "Nothing. This is nice, right?"

I nodded. "Don't be afraid to talk to me, Danielle."

She scooted down to my thighs, taking my cock in her hands and stroking me. "I am afraid. Afraid that anything I might say will be taken wrong. Bring up bad memories. I just want to make you happy."

"I'm nervous too. I'd rather deal with the fallout of some accidental comment taken wrong, then walk around on eggshells." I gave a little shake to my hips, grinning for her. "What was it? What were you going to say? Let's see if it would have bothered me."

She shook her head. "It was stupid. Stupid on my part. I need to think before speaking for a while." She scrambled down the bed, lying between my legs, playing with my cock, kissing it gently. "It's one of the things we've lost, and I hate it."

"What? What did we lose?"

"The ability to talk about anything, openly, speak my thoughts feely. You know how it is. With what we do for a living, every word, ever gesture is measured, carefully thought out. It can be mentally exhausting. But I got to go home to you, and could let go. Not anymore. Probably not for a long time." She pouted. "Sad. So much fallout."

She licked my cock teasingly, looking up at me.

"What were you going to say? What was the problem?"

She sighed. "It was stupid. I was going to tease you, ask you how you liked fucking my best friend. Friends. You see how stupid it was?"

It took me a few seconds to realize she was right. Dangerous.

Shelly giggled. "Admit it. You loved it. You know you did."

I stared down at my wife, and saw the tears welling in her eyes. I extracted my arms from her friends, sat up and pulled her into my arms, hugging her. "Shh," I whispered. "I love you."

She started crying harder, and Shelly sat up next to us. "What was so bad about that?" she asked.

"The chain of thoughts," I explained. "It's probably different for Danielle, but for me it goes something like this: How was it with you, Shelly? It was great. Different, but great. But then the thoughts of how it was with Tina, with the others. All wonderful. None as wonderful as with my wife, at the best of times. But can I say the same for her? No. I had great sex, but it was no threat to her. She's the best for me. On the other hand, I'm a pathetic lover. She got her brains fucked out, and I'll never be able to compete with that. Never. I don't have the physical endowment. Then I'm pissed again. It should never have been an issue. Why did she have to pick some bastard with a 12 inch cock for her revenge? So I'm getting angrier. Angry at her. Very angry with you Shelly. Angry at everyone, the pain, the humiliation, the insults."

I held my wife tenderly, wiping my tears in her hair. "One little comment, and everything we're working for goes to hell. We're going to have to be so careful of each other's feelings and I hate it."

"Me too, baby," she whined, hugging me tightly. 

I heard a door slam, the kids were screaming. "Mom! Dad!"

Danielle scrambled off the bed. Tina made a beeline for the bathroom, kind of silly since she was the only one even partially dressed. Shelly stood looking from side to side like a deer caught in the headlights. I swatted her naked butt, and pointed her to the bathroom. "Get something out of the closet!"

I dove for the dresser and snagged a pair of shorts and almost had them on when the door pounding started. "Mom?" The door started to open, and I jumped for it, one hand pulling my shorts up, and standing in the doorway. "What's up?"

"We're starved. Everyone had to go in for dinner. It's almost 7:00." Erin was standing in the doorway, trying to peek around me. "Where's Mom?"

"I'm in here, honey," Danielle spoke from behind me. "We're having pizza tonight. Your father's going to go out and get it in just a minute." She moved up behind me, her hand sliding around my waist. I felt her lips press against my shoulder. "That alright with you little devils?"

They grinned. "Extra cheese?"

I nodded. "Double cheese."

They took off at a run and I closed the door leaning against it. I opened my arms to Danielle and she fell into them, giggling. We laughed together as the other two eventually appeared from in back. Shelly looking damn good, wearing a t-shirt of mine that reached halfway down her thighs, with one of Danielle's belts cinching it around her waist.

"That could have been really awkward," I teased.

Danielle seemed content to let me hold her. "No kidding. Years of counseling for all of us."

Tina emerged, grinning. "Pizza?"

"Place your orders."

A lot of different tastes, nothing that three medium's couldn't fix. Cheese, Deluxe, Veggie. I ate from Francine's stores. The way that Danielle kept looking at my food, made me think she might be feeling a little guilty. She'd only eaten half of her first slice.

I tried to make light of it. "You guys will somehow finish all that pizza. No way even a single slice goes in the fridge. Y'all must know by now you shouldn't be tempting me." I gave my wife a wink, glanced at her two friends, and heard the giggles from Tina and Shelly. Big temptations, both of them. I couldn't believe I was able to joke about it.

"Wasn't today weigh-in day?" Danielle asked.

Eric spoke up. "Five pounds more. I saw it."

Shelly looked up from her fourth piece of pizza. I knew from the crusts on her plate. "How much have you lost so far?"

"Forty-three pounds."

Tina stopped, her slice halfway to her mouth. "Forty-three? In six weeks? That's impossible!"

"I'm not saying her plan didn't work. I just didn't like it," I admitted, plucking a crouton out and putting it to the side. I crushed it into crumbs, so I wouldn't be tempted.

"Jenny says he's the best she's ever worked with. Works himself to death, never quits, and never cheats." Danielle almost seemed proud. "He ran a 5K last week in 23:20. Two months ago he would have had a hard time walking it in twice that time."

Shelly paused in her feeding frenzy. "You're kidding! That's incredible! I barely break 23 minutes and I've been running forever." 

"Jenny says she thinks he can run 7 minute miles. He's a natural runner. It would take a normal person years to get there. She can't run 7 minutes miles. She said he was pushing her, last time."

"Jenny said that?" I asked.

Danielle nodded. "She's pretty impressed. Me too."

Shelly laughed. "Me three! Hell, Rick. We get you running 7 minute miles regularly, you'll never have to worry about an ounce of fat again. It'll melt right off."

"I don't know. It's easy when exercise and training is all you have to concern yourself about. But shortly I'm gonna have to go back to work. If I'm lucky, and offload as much as I can, I'm still looking at 50 hour weeks. All the stress again, off-hour interruptions. Once I make time for the kids and the family, I'll be lucky to get an hour-long workout in. Without Jenny there, pushing me, it's gonna be tough."

Shelly was nibbling on a last slice. At least I think it would be her last. I don't know how she did it. "I'll run with you, Rick. I think we're probably close to even. You might even be able to press me a little."

I laughed, feeling a little cocky. "Press you a little? Four weeks from now I'll run your cute ass into the ground, and leave you in my dust."

She laughed back. "Really fat boy? You think you've got what it takes?"

There was a hush around the table, and she stopped eating for a moment. "Oh, shit. I didn't mean that Rick," Shelly whined.

"No you're right. I'm still fat. Not as fat, but I've got a long ways to go yet. Thanks for the gentle reminder," I said. "And yes, slut girl, I think I've got what it takes."

My wife had to join the fray. "Honey, it was just a joke. A little funnin'."

I got up from the table. "It's always just a joke. Always at my expense. Please excuse me, I still have more than an hour I need to put in on the treadmill."

At least I didn't need to change. The shorts and a t-shirt I'd put on after the bedroom escapades was just fine. I decided to make it a long one, cranked the treadmill up to 7, about a sub 9 minute mile, and started.

An hour later I was still going strong. I was sweating buckets, when I heard the door at the top of the stairs open, and footstep coming down.

"Hey Rick, it's just me," Shelly said, as her head cleared the ceiling and she could see me.

I nodded, conserving my breath.

She walked over, checking out the treadmill number. "You've been running all this time?"

I nodded again, wiping my face with my sweat towel.

"I just wanted to apologize. It was a very poor attempt at a joke. Especially in light of everything that's been going on. I hope my stupidity won't destroy any of the progress we've been making."

I turned the speed down to a 4, where I could manage to talk. A slow easy jog. I'd had an hour to think about things, and had to get it off my chest. "Are we making progress? Or am I just rolling over? I'm tired of being made fun of and humiliated. Sick and tired of it. I deserve better."

"Nobody's making fun of you, Rick. It was just a stupid joke. I wish you wouldn't blow it all out of proportion. And what's with calling me a slut? I thought you and I had gotten past this."

"I don't think so Shelly. You'll always know. Know what she made me do. I'm the fat cuckold. Wearing that damn cock cage. Cleaning my slut of a wife with my tongue. Welcoming her home after getting her brains fucked out with the 12" cock you provided. That's who I am now, thanks to my wife and her lovely friends. Nothing will ever change that."

"You're wrong, Rick. You couldn't be more wrong. None of us see you that way. You're a great father, great husband, great provider. A big enough man to make an effort to work things out with your wife, after all that happened. You're a wonderful lover..."

I interrupted her. "You can stop right there. I don't need the bullshit platitudes. I saw the video. I saw her, Shelly. Responding in ways she never has for me. Never will. I'm pretty sure I've figured it out. I appreciate the mercy fuck, trying to make me feel good, trying to fix things, but it won't work. I know better. Remember, Shelly, I saw everything. Even her performance with Meat 2 if you want to know the truth. You remember that one? When she swore she used a rubber, and you backed her up on it? Forgot the last time, did you? All three holes bareback. From her ass straight to her mouth, uncovered. I saw everything!"

"It wasn't a mercy fuck, and you know it. I've always liked you. I had a great time in bed with you. You need to let it go."

"Let it go? Remember your little fantasy story, about how she thought I wanted to be a cuckold. How does that story hold up with the third guy? Explain that. She knew better by then. I was trying to help you, and she made me all kinds of promises. Then went ahead and broke all of them. Just so she could get some more big cock. I can't trust her, and I can't trust you. I'm at a fucking meeting getting you a better package, and you're sucking the bastard's cock, so he can use it on my wife. Thanks a lot, Shelly. Such a great friend."

"We screwed up. I've admitted it and apologized. I'm trying, Rick. We all are. Mistakes were made, and we've got to get past them. She loves you, and you love her, that's all that should matter."

"Mistakes. That's it. Little mistakes. Like blackmailing me. Threatening me with divorce and losing my kids. Ruining the biggest day of my professional career. Making a cuckold out of me. Humiliating me over and over again. Insulting me. Belittling my manhood. Dozens if not hundreds of lies. Including friends and family in my humiliation. Making me wear a cock-cage, to Church, damn it! Little mistakes, that's all right? I shouldn't care. I'm a wimp right? I have no ego, no confidence, no pride. None of it should matter to the fat cuckold, isn't that what you called me? Pathetic? None of it should matter." I was yelling by the time I was finished, and she shrunk back away from me. Like I was going to jump off the treadmill and hit her?

"Mistakes. I didn't say they were little. Some of them were huge. Horrible, but that's all they were, mistakes. They were never meant to hurt you or..."

"Jesus Christ, Shelly! Shut your God damn lying trap. She's got you lying as bad as her. 'Never meant to hurt me?' That was all it was meant to do. From the very beginning. Hurt and humiliate me. That was the plan, you stupid lying cunt! Just get out of my house, alright? I'm sick of the lying, damn near as much as the insults and humiliation. Just leave."

"I'll go. You can throw me out, belittle me, insult me. Ignore your wife, throw away nearly a dozen years of marriage, destroy Tina's family, all because your fragile male ego can't handle a few roadbumps."

"Fragile male ego? You and Danielle have beat on it with a fucking sledgehammer day in, day out, continuously for six weeks. Fuck you. I'm still standing, and my ego is fine. I've never hit a woman, but I think you should leave before that's no longer true."

She turned and left, stopping at the foot of the stairs. She turned her head to look back at me. "I really am sorry, Rick. I fucked up, again. What a surprise. Please don't take it out on Danielle." She turned and climbed the stairs without waiting for a reply.

I cranked the treadmill up and continued to grind out the miles. Punishing myself for going along with their trickery. 

It was 10 minutes past the 2 hour mark, when Danielle paid a visit. She approached the treadmill, took away my empty water bottle and replaced it with a full one. Put a second by my side. I was struggling, but tried to hide it.

"Shelly and Tina are gone. The kids are in bed. Are you going to be done soon?"

"No."

She went to the stack of towels, and got me a fresh one. "Want me to wait up?"

"Not... necessary," I told her.

She nodded. "Alright. Thank you for what you did today. Maybe it's a case of two steps forward and one step back, but I...for the first time in a while I felt like we maybe had a chance."

She came nearer, standing quietly, watching me trot along, breathing hard. 

"I love you, Rick. I screwed up bad, and want to make it up to you. I know it's going to be difficult, but I'm gonna try real hard. The effort you made for us today, God, it just makes me love you all the more, and regret what I did all the worse. I'll understand if you don't want to spend the night in our bed. I screwed up again, didn't I? My friend insulted you, and I took her side. I know it wasn't intentional, but damned if I didn't do it again. I'm sorry about that."

I wanted to yell at her. I wanted to ask her why she went and got fucked the third time. If what Shelly told me was true, I could almost understand those first few days, my unexpected response, the anger on both of our parts. But none of it explained the third time. I couldn't confront her about it because I knew the truth. 

She wanted it. Wanted it more than she wanted to work things out, more than the love she claimed to have for me. She knew things were bad, and we were just starting to show signs of communicating, and she went and did it again. Lied about it, about doing it, and about using a condom. All because she needed more big cock.

I knew, I absolutely knew that if I confronted her about it, we were doomed. And I wasn't ready to completely give up on us yet. Incredible as it may seem, the idea of divorcing her was still my last resort.

So instead of confronting her, challenging her, bringing it out in the open, I swallowed my anger, and bit my tongue. I didn't dare speak.

She waited a few seconds, then nodded quietly, and turned back up the stairs. Standing near the bottom, she turned back again. "I love you, Rick. I'm sorry. Please don't give up on us yet."

~*~*~

I was back on the treadmill. I'd woken up aching, but after six weeks, I knew what the answer to that was. Work it out. I was walking at an easy pace, taking a break, trying to turn my brain off.

My wife stuck her head in the door. "Church in 30 minutes."

"Not going," I answered.

It was quiet, then she came down the stairs slowly. She had a skirt on but just a bra on top. She must have interrupted her makeup application.

"I know you're upset, but we're a family. We always go to church together."

"Why? Lot of good it's done us. I'm a cheater and pathetic fat slob, you're a lying adulterous slut for big-cock. That's what going to church all our lives has brought us? No, I'm done."

"Please, think about what you're saying. What about the kids?"

"Take them if you want. I don't care anymore. I give up Danielle. I don't see anything but pain and heartache if we keep going."

"Why, Rick? Everything seemed to be getting better. We're making progress."

I shook my head. "I can't stop seeing you with them. As soon as I close my eyes at night, the images replay. Over and over again. Everything, everywhere, reminds me. I see Shelly, and I remember her on that first video, telling me what was about to happen, and laughing at me. I see you in anything close to one of your slutting outfits, and my stomach churns in knots. I see you in stockings, and I remember you not wearing any the first night you decided to destroy me. I see you, and all I can remember is how you returned to me, those first two times. I get nauseous, headaches, literally sick to my stomach. I can't take it."

I saw the tears running down her face.

"I had you followed, you know. I watched the video of your third time. When it was supposed to be over, as you'd promised. I was helping your slut friend, and you were out getting more big cock. You loved it. I saw. You were a complete slut for him, doing all the things you'd always denied me. Screaming out your passion, which I've never seen except on video. I watched the third time as he fucked you in every one of your holes, bareback. Right from your ass to your mouth, like a filthy whore. You swore to me that you'd used protection, but it was just another of your lies. I knew it then. I've tried to deny it, but it was obvious. I wasn't enough for you any longer. You'd do, say anything, to get more big cock. Do it behind my back, hiding it. Lying about it. Now I wonder how many more times you've done it since then, since I gave up checking on you."

"I'm sorry. I don't know how to fix it. I swear, I don't need anyone but you, baby."

"I don't believe you."




The Cuckold Diet Challenge Ch. 07



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Chapter 7: Pressure

My continuation of the The Cuckold Diet Challenge by RazorLyt, (2/2/09)

In the last chapter, a surprise discussion with the kids emphasizes their concerns, and provides food for thought.

Danielle and Shelly make it home, dragging Tina with them. Rick sees the extent of his revenge, and has second thoughts as to whether the teasing Tina deserved as bad as she got, and he decides to try to soften the blow, after the fact.

An effort to resume relations with Danielle goes astray, and they discuss the ramifications of her actions. Rick's making an effort, but everything still drives him crazy. During dinner with the three women, his wife, Tina and Shelly, a stupid joke sets everything back. Rick blows up, and in the aftermath, he lets out his frustration.

Rick gives up. He realizes he's killing himself for no reason, and falls off the diet wagon.

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Monday, I called Tom and told him to hire Gina. I sat her down, and explained that I wanted her to go into the office the next day. The interview process was a formality.

"Is this because, we...you and I..."

"No beautiful. It's time for me to take control of my life. I don't want you to get caught in the fallout. You're going to be an excellent attorney, and you'll make some lucky guy very, very happy."

"But that guy's not going to be you, is it?"

I shook my head. "I'm too old, too much baggage. I'm screwed up right now. I don't need any relationships in my life, I can't handle it. I wish it were otherwise."

She climbed in my lap, and kissed me softly. "Me too. If anything changes, keep me in mind, Ok? I...you're special to me."

I kissed her back, and promised I would.

~ * ~ * ~

I let Jenny put me through my paces, but I did a half-ass job of it. She nagged me, and on Tuesday I lost it. "I'm having a hard time, alright!" I snapped. "Get off my ass for once!"

She looked shocked. "Ricky, that's my job. I'm supposed to ride you hard. Drive you. Keep you motivated."

I sat down, frustrated. Not with her so much as with life. "I need a break, Jenny. I'm ready to snap. I can't take all of this any longer."

She was quiet, then sat on the edge of the desk beside me. "I understand. You could be right. You've driven yourself harder than anyone I've ever seen. Why don't you take a few days off? I've been meaning to go down and visit Mom. Maybe I'll make a long weekend of it."

"Take a vacation on me. You've more than earned it. I'm sorry if I sound ungrateful. You've done a wonderful job, and been a great friend and companion when I needed it most." I opened my checkbook, and wrote her a check for an extra two grand. "Enjoy yourself, Ok?"

She took the check, and I saw her hand shaking. "This is goodbye, isn't it?"

I pulled her in for a hug. "No. I hope not. I just need a break. Things are coming to a head. I'll call. I promise. It may not be this week, or even next week, but I'll call."

She packed her stuff, and when she was done, pulled me close and gave me a kiss. "Don't give up, Ricky. Don't give up on any of it. You...you're a hell of a man." 

The tears in her eyes almost started a flood of my own. "I'll never forget you, Jenny. You may have saved my life. You were what I needed, when I needed it, during the worst days of my life."

She was crying openly. "Please. Don't say goodbye. Don't."

I wiped my eyes and hugged her. "This is not goodbye. It's until next time."

"Keep running, handsome. You're a natural. Do that much, for me?"

"I'll try."

I was feeling pretty shitty afterwards. I went for a run, almost two miles. I ran up to Waffle House, and had their All American breakfast with double waffles. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had a waffle.

~ * ~ * ~

Wednesday afternoon, I had a talk with Francine. "My calories are too restrictive. I'd like to eat normal. Not too fattening, but more like 2200 calories a day, instead of 1200."

"That's good. You need to change things up now and then. It makes it a little easier on me, anyway." She was always the quiet one, staying out of things. Observant but on the sidelines. "It's over, isn't it? You and the Mrs."

"Maybe. I'm not sure yet."

"And your playthings?"

Playthings. I guess that's how it may have looked from the outside. "Gina's got a real job now, at my old law firm. Jenny's taking a paid sabbatical until I figure things out."

"It was working you know," she said softly.

"What?"

"Her stupid plan. It was seriously fucked up, but you look so much better than you did. Healthier, better color, everything about you. Your hair looks better. You've done a good job of fixing your weight issue, now I think it's time to see if you can't do something about your home life."

"I've been trying, Francine. I'm not sure it's possible. Too much happened."

She shrugged. "That's too bad. I think deep down you're both good people. Great kids. Not a bad life. I never figured you for a quitter, Mr. Anderson."

"I'm not. I tried for almost 7 weeks now. It was just too much."

"Whatever you say. It's none of my business anyway. Try not to hurt the kids too much. That would be a sin."

~ * ~ * ~

Friday the house was a morgue. Kids off to school, Danielle working long hours, up to 12 a day, I was on my own. I made a half-hearted attempt to walk a couple of miles outdoors. I tried a new route. It took me past Donatello's Pizza. I hadn't had pizza in forever, it was always a family staple.

I sat around the house, trying to decide what to do. My wife was almost invisible, walking on eggshells when I was around. I hadn't said two words to her, hiding out in my study or the basement.

Gina called, gushing over work. I congratulated her, telling her I'd been hearing good things about her. She was so excited, it almost got me up to do something. Almost.

I gave Jean Morelli a call, checking on the status of Tina's marriage. She was cautiously optimistic. "I don't think he meant to hurt her. He'd never done anything similar. He pushed her out the door. That was wrong, but almost understandable. She fell, and hurt herself. He's miserable, groveling, confessing all his past sins, which weren't as bad as Tina had thought, but weren't trivial either. They're talking, the papers are on hold, and they're seeing a counselor."

"That's great news. You're a miracle worker, aren't you?"

She laughed. "Let's just say I'm as good at my job as you are at yours."

I was starting to like Jean. She'd be a good friend to have.

~ * ~ * ~

I was dreading the weekend, and having to be around my wife. So I didn't. I packed an overnight bag, and took off for the weekend. I left a note saying I'd be back on Monday.

Las Vegas, that's where I went. I had always wanted to go. I caught a few shows, gambled a little. Gorged myself at the buffets. I hit a couple of strip clubs. It was a nice break from the reality of my life. But by Monday, I was ready to head back home.

I got in late, and the kids were already in bed. I waited for the confrontation, but it didn't happen. Danielle just looked at me, sadness in her eyes. "Your phone was off. Tom's been calling."

I nodded. That was it. The totality of our conversation. She turned and went to the bedroom. I retired to the guestroom.

The following morning I woke late. I found the extra meals that Francine had made, before she knew I would be out. I ate a couple and called Tom.

It was more Weston. It hadn't been as easy to straighten out as I thought. I dressed in one of my suits, which was way too big on me, and headed into the office. I requested Gina to work with, and spent the better part of three days resolving the issues. It was good to see Gina again, and she behaved very professionally except for one stray hug, when we first got back together in my office. "I'll never be able to thank you enough for this," she told me.

"Me either, beautiful. Just continue doing the great job you do, and we'll all be happy."

I managed to plug all the holes in the mess, and a five-star dinner with Weston sealed the deal on Thursday. It wasn't my first dinner meeting with him, but it was the best. He opened up to me, about the issues with his construction company, the problems the unions were giving him, the way the stress was leaking over into his life.

Maybe it was the booze, maybe the easy camaraderie with another man at the top of the food chain. I mentioned issues at home as well. I didn't go into all the details, but explained that my wife had been unfaithful to me, rubbing my face in it, and that we were on the verge of divorce. My weight was one issue, an indiscretion another. Her payback was more than I could handle.

He gave me a lop-sided grin. "I wasn't going to say anything, but that explains the misfit suit. You're looking better than you have for a while, but your wardrobe could use an upgrade."

"Yeah, the weight issue is the only thing that seems likely to go away."

He confessed he was on this second marriage, the stress of building a multi-million dollar company from scratch was too much for his first wife. He shrugged. "It happens. Not a lot you can do about it. I was lucky that it was early enough in my career it didn't cripple the business. I miss seeing the kids as much as I'd like. Darla's been a great thing for me, and I'd hate for the work to cause another disaster for me."

We talked. We didn't solve any issues for either of us, but it was good to talk about it to somebody outside of our inner circle. I knew a lot about him, as his corporate and personal lawyer. I think he enjoyed getting to know a little more about me.

I was in a good mood when I got home. I even had a few minutes with the kids, before I had to put them to bed. Danielle was waiting for me in the living room. She looked frazzled.

"Got a minute?" she asked.

There went my good mood. I grabbed a beer, and sat beside her. "Shoot."

"Is this how it's going to be now? Strangers sharing a house? No communication whatsoever? Trips alone?"

"What do you want, Danielle?"

"I want you to try. How can I earn your trust if you won't even speak to me?"

"Honestly? I don't think you can."

She shrugged. "I'm willing to try. If you're not, I guess there's not much we can do about it, is there?"

"No, I guess not."

"So is it a divorce?"

I sighed. "Not by me. I haven't totally given up, I just don't see any way of things getting better. I want to stay with my kids. If that means staying around you, so be it."

"What if I want a divorce?" 

"Then you'll get one. I will fight you over the kids."

"You wouldn't stand a chance, you know."

"Reynolds thinks otherwise. I have a lot of very incriminating video and audio evidence. Eyewitnesses who could be brought in. I could probably keep you from ever working in the legal field again."

She stared at me in disbelief. "You'd do that? To me?"

"If you tried to take the kids I would."

"Without a job, you'd never get them."

"By the time it came up, trust me, I'd have a far better paying job than you. At least double what you're making."

"The evidence wouldn't hold up. I could get the videos suppressed," she continued to argue.

"Reynolds doesn't think so. Maybe the third one. The other two you made knowingly, and gave them to me. Do you honestly think you could beat Reynolds and me in court? And if you did, do you really think they'd remain secret?"

"You would never use them. It would humiliate you." I think she was grasping at straws at that point.

"That's what you wanted all along, wasn't it, Dear? So you get your way, happy? I suffer a little humiliation. I get the kids, and leave you working at McDonald's. Works for me."

I saw the anger fade to sorrow. Tears in her eyes. "Do you hate me that much, now?"

"I don't hate you. I hate what you did, and I'm having a difficult time with it. You're the one talking about divorce. Don't push it, Danielle. You won't like the results."

She got up and left to sulk in her bedroom.

I had another beer. 

~ * ~ * ~

Friday was time for bills. I paid what needed paying, almost emptying our joint account. I left her bills on the table. When she got home, tired and grouchy, she microwaved her dinner from Francine, a sin if you asked me, and looked over what I'd left her.

A few minutes later she was standing in front of me, blocking the TV. "I can't pay these!"

"I told you to tighten the purse strings."

"I had to get some outfits for my new job. A few last lunches with my old friends. I told you I can't afford the car payment. Not yet. It'll be two more weeks before I get my first paycheck."

"Most of the bills will wait. Pay 'em when you can."

"You need to help me with these, at least the car payment. It's already overdue."

"Over three thousand dollars in clothing expenses, Danielle. That's what you spent, even after I warned you. You shouldn't need a whole new wardrobe!"

"Damn it, Rick! I'm trying. I'm working my ass off. You have no idea how difficult this is!"

I just stared at her. Eventually it sank in. I knew exactly how hard it was, and then some. She'd done it for a couple of weeks. I'd suffered 20 years of it.

She looked down. "I'm sorry. I guess you do. Can you please help me?"

"Shall I cash another CD? I thought you were so damned worried about spending our savings."

"Just for a few weeks. I'll be getting two paychecks, and I can catch up. The CDs are both of ours."

"You've never contributed one red cent to our savings."

"Please, Rick?"

I took the bills from her. "This is the last time. I appreciate that you finally got a real job, but you're going to have to pay your share around here. Contribute a little."

I knew it embarrassed her to ask for help. Miss independent super-attorney. Win at all costs. I expected to hear some pushback, some fight, but she walked away, leaving me to finish paying off her bills, for the final time.

~ * ~ * ~

I didn't feel like weighing myself, but the kids cajoled me into it. I was surprised to see my weight had bounced back up to 216 lbs. Two weeks off the diet, with minimal exercise had accomplished that.

The yard needed some work, and it gave me an excuse to avoid my wife. I took my time, enjoying a couple of beers while I was at it. When I was done, the house was empty. She must have taken the kids somewhere, maybe a game I'd forgotten about. It would have been nice if she'd told me, or at least left a note. 

After cleaning up, I hit the local cigar bar. I'd given up that little vice a couple of years earlier, after Danielle nagged me out of it. Now the fact that she had, pissed me off. Since I'd been out of touch for a while, I let the owner advise me on some new smokes. I sampled a highly rated Oliva on the premises, enjoying passing the time with strangers, watching the big screen, and talking about what had happened in the cigar world over the last few years.

It was good to be around men again, after spending the last 2 months always surrounded by women and the kids. A poker game was starting up in the back room, the stakes a little higher than I would normally play for. I was offered a seat at the table by the owner, and a few of the men had some decent bottles of booze with them. I bought in for a grand.

We were in the private VIP room of the cigar bar, a nice quiet place, well appointed. There was a table of 6, my presence taking the place of a last minute cancellation. The room was closed for the evening, as a select Member event. It cost $100 for a seat at the table, which I thought was a little pricey. When I offered to pay for the dinner, I was laughed off, and the reason for the $100 buy-in was made clear.

Two young ladies appeared, very scantily clad. Very, as in heels, thong and pasties. They were quite attractive, and they started setting up a bar. They had brought everything but the alcohol, which the players provided. I looked up into a very nice set of artificially enhanced D-cups and placed my order for a Tanqueray and tonic.

"Would you like anything at your break?" she asked, and seemed to be enjoying my distraction.

The man next to me spoke up. "It's Mr. Anderson's first time, Candy. We haven't filled him in on all the amenities yet, darlin'."

She flashed him a big smile and closed the gap between us, her big tits near enough to poke an eye out. "I hope you enjoy the game, Mr. Anderson. Sin and I are here to make sure you have a great time."

That brought a chuckle from the surrounding players. She gave them a flirtatious wink as she continued to take orders.

The game was very casual. There were 7 men present, the six playing poker, and another sitting on one of the couches. Bets were small with a $50 limit. The game was 7 card stud, with the deal rotating. I hadn't played stud in a while, and was rusty, quickly losing a couple of hundred dollars. Hidden trips, on a hand where not much was showing, got me back almost to even.

One of the players at my table got up for a break, and the seated guy took his place. I was surprised when Sin knelt in front of the guy who'd just sat down on the couch and started blowing him.

"$50 for a blowjob," the guy next to me said. "Handjob'll run you $20. No fucking 'til after the game, and then $200 buys you as many turns as you wanna take, whichever hole you want. There's usually a line for Candy's ass. Just drop the chip in the tip bar, and the girls share it at the end of the evening. Don't give it to them directly."

I was shocked by his matter-of-fact way of explaining things. I was even more surprised when he grabbed a strange gold chip, and flipped it my way. Instead of a number, it had a pair of lips on it. "First one's on me," he said, grinning.

I noticed he had a few of them. It looked like he expected to make a night of it. I imagine they were going to be busy girls. "Is this a regular game?" I asked.

"First and third Saturdays. We have a waiting list, but we can get you on it," he said, peeking at the cards he'd just been dealt. I did the same, and couldn't hide my disgust at the crap I'd been dealt.

He was a big guy, and stuck his meaty hand out for a shake. I accepted it. "Bob Danvers," he said. "You don't remember me, do you?"

I shook my head. "I'm sorry, but I can't say I do."

"It was a long time ago. You were part of a team that represented my company in a bogus lawsuit. Saved me a boatload of money."

I thought about it for a while. "Building supplies. You provided exactly what the customer specified. They weren't happy that it didn't suit their needs, but instead of going after the architect, they went after you."

Bob grinned. "Right the first time. Architect was a lowball bid, and had nothing to go after. You know how lawyers are, they go after the deep pockets first."

"You're not a client of ours anymore. How come?"

"Family. My wife's brother. Incompetent boob, but we do what we have to, to keep the peace."

That sure struck home. "If you ever need a second opinion, look me up."

"You still working at the same firm?"

I laughed. "Yeah. I'm the senior partner now. I'm on sabbatical, but in a few weeks I'll be back at the helm." I glanced at the chip he'd passed me. "I don't mind the poker, but I'm not so sure about taking advantage of the amenities. I'm married."

"Don't blame you. Skip the fuckin'. Stick to the blowjobs. That's what I do. You've gotta give Sin a spin, at least. The girl's oral talents are legendary."

His matter-of-fact attitude about getting blowjobs from the girls, when he was married, struck me as wrong. I looked around the table, and noticed that half the men wore wedding rings. Was this usual? How come I'd never had an inkling of stuff like this happening in my backyard? Maybe I'm a prude, but the bold-faced adultery shocked me.




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I thought about it. I'm ashamed to say, I thought about it long and hard, especially hard. I finished the night down $720, didn't take advantage of the offered 'amenities', and left before the gangbang started. I put my name on the waiting list anyway, since they assured me the wait was pretty long, and I had no idea where things were going to end up between me and Danielle.

When I got home, the kids were in bed, and Danielle gave me another sad look. "You could have left a note," she said.

"Funny, I was going to say the same thing," I told her.

She sighed. "I'm sure I told you I was taking them to Eric's game."

"Not that I recall. I would have been happy to go." 

She helped herself to a drink at the bar. I was done with drinking, but grabbed a bottle of Coke. It seemed like she wanted to talk, and I wasn't going to fight it.

"Angela called. She and Tom invited us and the kids over tomorrow. She was quite insistent. I told her we'd go, if you didn't have any issues. She said if you did, you needed to call her."

"No, I don't mind." I saw her staring at the soda I was drinking. "Don't start."

She wouldn't listen of course. "You stink of cigar smoke and booze. You're drinking a Coke? The kids said your weight was up when you weighed-in today. Was everything we went through for nothing? Don't you want to live to see your kids graduate high-school?"

"I don't need this shit from you, Danielle," I snapped. "What are you going to do? Get gangbanged if I gain a pound? Pull a frat-house train because I had a cigar?"

Her face turned red, and I expected a harsh response. She took a sip of her drink, sitting quietly before speaking. "I care about you Rick. I want you to be healthy. That's all."

"You'll have to excuse me if I don't believe you. Your track record on honesty isn't all that great lately."

She finished her drink and stood. "I'm not going to sleep with anybody else, and I'm through with lying. I won't nag you, and I won't put you down. I'm still hoping, beyond reason it seems, that we can work things out. I want to." She turned and walked toward the bedroom. At the door, she turned and spoke. "You're welcome to come back to our bed. I'd like that. No pressure, just an open offer." Then she walked into the room.

Just like her to have to get the last word in. I slept in the guest room, and had second thoughts about passing on Sin and Candy.

~ * ~ * ~

She took the kids to church. I didn't go. She didn't push it. They were late getting back. The kids told me they'd had to wait in the library while their Mom talked to one of the priests. She looked worn out, no surprise, and wasn't in the best of moods when we got ready to visit our friends.

Late lunch at Tom's was simple. Burgers and hot dogs on the grill, chips and an assortment of drinks. I limited myself to one burger and one hot dog, and only a couple of beers. The kids were playing in the basement rec-room, when Tom dragged me off to his study. I imagine Angela was grilling Danielle somewhere.

"So," Tom asked, "are you gonna fill me in on where things stand?"

I shrugged. "We live in the same house. We both get to see the kids. She's finally got a job that actually pays something. Gina's gone, working with the firm, and Jennifer is temporarily on hold, while I try to figure out what I plan to do. I'm tired of all the bullshit, and have stopped playing her game."

"What does that mean, 'stopped playing'? Have you guys settled your differences? Are you getting a divorce?"

"No divorce on my part, not right now. I don't want to risk losing the kids. Other than that, I don't think I can get past what she did. I tried, but it was just too much. I guess it's in limbo. I'm not making the effort now."

"Then what are you doing? Still trying to get in shape before coming back?" He eyed my third beer of the afternoon.

"Not particularly. I'm taking a break. It's not worth busting my ass over. I practically kill myself and for what? To live with a cheating slut? If I want to have a cigar, or a couple of drinks, I think I've earned it. I'm not going to starve myself to lose a few pounds because she didn't enjoy the sex. Fuck that. It's not like we're going to be doing anything in the near future."

"I hope you're not giving it all up. You lost over 40 pounds, man! You're looking better than you have in years. Tell me you're not feeling better."

"I haven't given up totally," I said. "I'm just not going to kill myself anymore. If I lose a pound or two a week, I'll be happy." 

"So where are you at now? Closing in on 200 I imagine. You were, what, around 210 a couple of weeks ago?"

"It's been a rough couple of weeks."

"What does that mean? Losing 2-3 pounds a week instead of 5 to 10?"

I felt uncomfortable admitting the truth. "I haven't lost anything since it all went to shit."

Tom looked at me hard. "Shit. You blew it up didn't you? How much have you gained? Three, four, five pounds?"

Like I could hide anything from him. My only consolation was that Danielle was probably getting it worse from Angela. "Six. I gained six pounds, alright?"

He sat back, sighing. "Look, Rick. You have one more month to go before you come back. Get down to 200, buy yourself a nice wardrobe, and come back fit and ready for action. Don't make this a total waste."

"It's not a total waste," I sneered. "I learned my wife is a cheating slut for big cock. That's worth something, right?"

~ * ~ * ~

On the ride back home, Danielle looked exhausted. 

"That was fun, huh?" I sighed.

"Right. Just loads of laughs. Angela beat on me practically the whole time I was there. I'm in no hurry to go back," Danielle said.

"Ditto Tom."

We were pretty quiet in the front seat, while the twins argued in the rear. As we pulled up to the house, she asked softly. "You want to talk about anything?"

I shrugged. "Not particularly."

"How about we go out on the porch, and talk about nothing. Nothing about what happened, nothing about working things out."

That seemed an odd way of putting it. "Sure. Nothing works for me."

That's what we did. We got the kids settled in, and talked about nothing consequential. A little about her new job. A smidgen about current events. A hint of people outside the little group that were aware of our issues. A bit of the kids' schedules, and weekly plans. A lot of nothing.

At the end, we danced on the periphery of our issues. "How's Shelly's job search going?" I asked.

"No luck so far. She's reaching out to her network, and working with a recruiter."

"Tina's marriage?" 

"They're in the same house. Seeing some marriage counselor. I guess that's progress. They're not talking about divorce yet."

"That's good," I said.

She finished her drink. "How's Gina doing? She's working at your old place, Angela says. You gave her a recommendation?"

"Yeah. I haven't heard much. She's part of the associate pool. She seems to be happy with the work. Haven't talked to her in a while."

"Jennifer? I haven't seen her around."

"I had her take a break. I was ready to crack. I snapped at her when she tried to get me to work out. I might call her back in a few days."

"You should. She was working miracles with you." She stood, stretching. "I have a little paperwork I need to finish before tomorrow morning. Can you take care of getting the terrors to bed?"

"Sure. I think I'll hit the treadmill for a while afterward."

She stood in front of me, hesitantly leaned down and kissed my cheek. "I love you, Rick."

"Me too, Danielle."

She left and I finished my drink. Alright. I wasn't going to kill myself, but I could keep up the running. I'd pretty much promised Jennifer that much. A little bit of self-control around all the bad foods might not hurt. It would at least get Tom off my back.

It took me twenty minutes to get the kids to bed, and I spent an easy hour on the treadmill, before taking a shower, and hitting the sack. 

I was a long time getting to sleep. I had no idea what the hell I wanted to do, or how I was going to go about doing it. What a fucking mess.

~ * ~ * ~

Monday I called Jennifer, and told Francine I wanted to reduce the calories again. 1500 this time, not 1200. I setup an afternoon meeting with Dale, the new Managing Partner for later in the week. Weston took my call in the afternoon, to make sure everything was on track. We chatted about nothing, it was nice.

For the first time in close to a month, I felt like I was regaining some control over my life.

Instead of spending three hours doing cardio, and another 90 minutes lifting weights, I hit the treadmill for an hour, to get back in the swing of things. 

The following morning, I got up with Danielle, and dealt with the kids while she went off to work. After a morning run, I had my breakfast which Francine had prepared, and organized my finances, making sure everything was still protected, and adding enough to the household accounts to keep it solvent. I didn't know where my relationship was headed yet, but I was determined not to let myself get screwed over. Not now, and never in the future. A couple of calls with Taxman Jerry, and everything was in order, under control. 

I picked up the kids after school, and realized that in the very near future, we were going to need a solution for taking care of them after school. With Danielle working full-time, and me going back to work in a little more than 3 weeks, I knew we needed help.

Wednesday, after getting the kids to school, and my morning run, I turned to an unlikely source. 

She opened the door, and I saw confusion. "Rick? What are you doing here?"

Standing on her doorstep, I wondered if she'd even invite me in. "Hi, Tina. Do you have a couple of minutes?"

She hesitated, then opened the door for me. "Sure. C'mon in." 

I spent a few minutes chatting about how things were going with her, and she assured me things were much better. "Does your husband know it was me with you in the video?" If he did, I'd probably have to abandon my plans.

"No. The counselor suggested he shouldn't know. He knows it was a onetime slip and it won't happen again. Why? Are you worried he's gonna come looking for you? Are you checking up on me?"

"Actually, I came to make you an offer."

A look of suspicion creased her face. "What kind of offer?"

"It's more of a job offer. Danielle's working longer hours, and I will be soon. I was hoping we could work out something, where you take care of the twins after school, until either Danielle or I get off and can pick them up. I'd happily pay for the service."

"You've got a job?"

"Not yet, but I expect I will by the end of the month. I want to prepare for that time. You won't have to feed them dinner, but an after dinner snack would be nice. I don't imagine we'll be later than 6:00 pm, so it would be for about 3 hours a day. If you could get them started on their homework, that would be ideal."

I saw her thinking about it. They weren't in the same social circle as us, but our kids attended the same school. Our connection was solely through the twins. I knew that her husband Michael earned a decent living, but they were often short of cash. "What are we talking about, money wise?"

"I thought $120 a week would do it."

She nodded. "How about $120 a week for watching the kids, and another $30 for the snacks. That's only $3 a day each."

We negotiated $600 a month, paid up front, and if both Danielle and I were stuck, she could drop off the kids at our place by 6:30, and Francine would watch them until we got home.

She got up, and headed toward the kitchen. "Can I get you a drink? Water, diet?"

"Water is fine," I said.

She returned with glasses for both of us. "Have you considered seeing a counselor, Rick? It's really helping us. Maybe it could help you. I understand that you and Danielle are still on the outs."

I sighed. "It's not the same, Tina. Imagine for a second how your husband would have reacted if you'd done what Danielle did, and he saw those videos."

She blanched, taking a sip of her water. "I don't even want to think about it. I wouldn't blame him for dumping me. So what are you going to do?"

"I don't know. I wish I did. For now, I'm just going to try to keep the household intact, for the kid's sake."

"You know she loves you, and she feels terrible about what she did."

"I know she says so, but some of her actions were frankly unforgivable."

"Can I give you a piece of advice. Something my counselor told us?"

I waited patiently. It seems like everybody had advice. I'd like to see how they'd feel if they went through the shit I did.

"Stop thinking about the bad stuff. Don't dwell on that. You guys had a lot of great years together, and you have two beautiful children. Think about those things. Because I believe you could have that again, maybe even better."

"I wish it was that easy. I don't try to think about the bad stuff. It comes on unbidden. Little things remind me of it, all the time. That's part of the problem. I'm hoping that in time the images will fade, I won't be reminded of her perfidy constantly."

I said my goodbye, happy to have gotten one more element of my life under control. I was working on what I could, while still trying to figure out where I was headed in the long term.

On Thursday, I spent much of the day working with Dale, my replacement as Managing Partner. He seemed to have most things under control, and I was able to explain a few issues, and act as a sounding board for some of his ideas. I also spent a couple of hours with Mike, the outgoing senior partner. We put together a schedule for the next few weeks, where we could meet, and I could slowly take over the reins. 

It was the first time Mike and I had been able to talk about what had happened. He had a general idea, all second hand, from Tom. I liked the man, and trusted him. I'd known him for almost 15 years, and respected his opinion. It was difficult for me, but I decided to be as open and honest at possible, although I held back most of the details. I explained things from my point of view, and admitted that I was in a holding pattern at home, torn over what to do about my marriage. 

His advice was pretty direct. Much like him.

"I'll give you an old man's thoughts, if it doesn't sound too patronizing. Trust is the hardest thing to recover. All you can do is act like you trust her, and give it time. Only time will heal broken trust. If you're not willing to put in a considerable amount of time, giving her the benefit of the doubt, letting the trust rebuild, you're wasting your time."

"From a strictly business view, it would be great if you two could work things out. Outwardly, you appear as the perfect couple, even better, now that you're looking healthier. I can't tell you what to do, but in your shoes, I'd do my best to work things out. That means giving her a chance to regain your trust. You may get hurt again, but you have to ask yourself if getting your marriage back on track is worth it."

He gave me a serious look. "Whatever you do, don't air your dirty laundry in public. If this gets out, you wouldn't be able to hold a managing position here. I hope you understand that."

It was something to think about. As if I didn't have enough already.

When I got home with the kids, Jennifer was waiting for me. She clucked over my lack of progress, and gave me a lot of grief when she took my weight. "Damn, Rick! What the hell! You weigh 214 lbs? You've gained four pounds?"

I grinned. "No, I gained six pounds. I've lost two since last Saturday."

She dragged me to the basement and put me on the treadmill. "We've got our work cut out for us. You gonna give me your all again?"

I nodded. "For the next month. Then I'm going back to work. I'd like to continue having you train me, but my schedule won't be as flexible."

"Mornings or evenings better for you?" she asked.

"Evenings, I'd say. I won't have as much time for the kids, and I'd like to work out with them as well. We'd get to spend time together, and develop good habits in them."

"What about your wife? What's she doing, now that the country club scene is out the window, and she's working longer hours?"

"I don't know. I guess I'll talk to her."

I gave her an hour and a half, before I went upstairs and let Francine feed us. Danielle wasn't home yet which was the new standard. Jennifer gave me my marching orders, another easy hour on the treadmill, late, and she wanted me running in the morning. The taskmaster was back.

Danielle was late, and I was putting the kids to bed when she got home. It was time to see if we could at least be sociable with each other.

I took her bag, and pointed toward the stairs. "Why don't you tuck them in, and I'll heat up your dinner," I told her. She appeared surprised by my offer, but nodded, and slowly climbed the steps.

I sat with her while she ate. She gave me a tired smile. "Thanks," she said.

"Looks like you had a rough day. Everything Ok?"

She nodded, digging in. "Yeah, it's just the workload is huge. I don't have enough time to do everything they want, and it's all on such a tight deadline." She gave a little chuckle. "Look at me, trying to explain that to you."

I gave her what advice I could. They'd keep piling it on until they found her limit. It's what we did. Until she balked or failed, it would keep getting worse. "You need to say no. They'll keep pushing, but you need to be firm. 'No' works."

She looked up at me. "That didn't seem to be in your business vocabulary for the last few years."

"I said no a lot. Unfortunately, when you're at the top, there's nowhere else to pass the buck. Every fire ended up in my lap. For the last 4 years, I worked a full-time job, billing clients, and spent another 4-5 hours a day dealing with all the critical issues. Reassigning resources, prioritizing things, I offloaded what I could, but every hard decision was mine. Every follow-up. Anything goes wrong, in the end it was my problem."

I hoped she was finally beginning to understand some of what I'd been going through. It's part of what made her betrayal so damn difficult to live with. I'd busted my ass for so long, to finally make it to the top, where I could finally ease back a little, and she chose that moment to blindside me.

I saw she had finished eating, and she was watching me. "Are we talking now?" she asked.

She understood nothing.

"Not if you don't want to," I said tiredly, getting up for my last cardio of the day. My legs were worn out, but I wasn't going to give Jenny the satisfaction of chewing me out the next morning.

She stood quickly. "Wait, Rick. I...I didn't mean that like it must have sounded. I want us to talk. Please."

I nodded. "Why don't you relax, and get out of your work clothes. I'll be downstairs on the treadmill for the next hour. I'll be keeping it slow. If you want to come down and chat, I'm willing."

She was still watching, standing by the table, as I headed downstairs to my workout room.

It was a good 10 minutes before she joined me. She'd put on sweats and a t-shirt. Danielle climbed on the elliptical machine beside me, and studied the controls for a few seconds before starting to input her information. 

We talked. Still mostly inconsequential stuff, neither of us eager to bring up our recent issues. A little more talk about her work. I knew the firm. They were a little bigger than ours, but not huge. We had a better address. Of course I was familiar with the principals and for a moment wondered if they had any ulterior motives in hiring her. Like maybe having me beholden to them. If so, they were in for a surprise.

Danielle was breathing hard after only 15 minutes or so. I cranked up the speed on the treadmill a bit, trying to work up a sweat. She was laboring, her sentences coming out piecemeal. It was surprising to see how much better shape I was in than her, after only two months.




The Cuckold Diet Challenge Ch. 07



"Do you have plans for this weekend?" I asked her.

"No."

"Want to do something, as a family?"

"Anything...but...Angela's..." she puffed.

"Alright. I'll see what I can come up with for Saturday."

At the 25 minute mark, she slowed down noticeably, breathing hard. Her shirt was soaked through. She looked over at me, embarrassed I think. "Worn out. Long day." I could see she was trying to control her breath. She came to a stop, and stepped off the machine.

"I imagine. It's been a long week. Jenny's back and I worked out with her. I won't be doing anything else with her, but I thought you should know."

She gave me a wan smile. "That's good. I think I'm going to hit the sack. The bedroom door is still open," she said hopefully.

"Soon, I think. Maybe this weekend, if you don't mind."

"I'd love that. Thanks for this." She walked over next to my machine and reached out to me, touching my hip tentatively.

"I don't hate you, Danielle. I almost wish I did, it would be so much easier. But I don't. I'd like us to be a family again, but it's going to take baby steps. I hope you can understand." I was almost as bad as her. Jogging along slowly, trying to act like it was a piece of cake. My legs were dragging. My breath wasn't bad, but two weeks of goofing off, followed by hours of treadmill work had my thighs trembling.

"We are a family. I'll try to be what you need right now. You just have to let me know what that is."

"Patient, mostly," I answered.

She smiled. "I can do that. I love you, Rick. I may be an idiot, and a poor excuse for a wife these last couple of months, but I do love you."

"I know."

I think she hoped for more of a response, but that's all I was willing to give her at the moment. 

~ * ~ * ~

I was sore when I woke. I took a couple of Tylenol, and got the kids ready for school. Danielle came out when they were working on their breakfast. She gave them each kisses. "Sit down," I told her.

She looked like she was going to argue, but I placed the breakfast that Francine had prepared in front of her, along with a cup of coffee, and another in a to-go tumbler. I had a bowl of cereal, sliced banana on the top. We ate breakfast like a family for the first time in ages.

The kids started gabbing away, which is what I was hoping for. I wanted to try to bring some normalcy back into their lives. Danielle was asking questions, and they were answering, at length. When she was done, I went to her. "I've got the dishes. Have a great day. Knock their socks off."

She smiled, and I saw a shininess in her eyes, as I kissed her on the cheek. She abruptly hugged me, and I let her, holding her loosely. "Go on now, I don't want you to be late."

She let go and nodded. She gave each of the kids a kiss. "Be good for your father," she warned. She turned back to me. "Have a nice run."

I guess she noticed I was wearing my New Balance sneakers. I only wore those for running.

Once I had the kids off, I stretched, and headed out the door for my run. It was 4 tenths of a mile to the park behind the elementary school. There were a number of running paths through it. The longest was almost two miles. A five mile run consisted of the jog to the park, twice around the long path, once around the short path, and a cool-down walk home.

I was on the second big lap, when a familiar face jogged up beside me. "Hi stranger."

"Shelly," I said. I wondered if my wife had given her friend a call to ambush me, when she saw I was going for a run.

We ran together side-by-side for a bit. "You're still mad at me, huh?"

No shit. "Why would I possibly be mad?"

She laughed. "'Cause I fucked up again. Sometimes I don't know how you've put up with me this long. I completely screw up everything in my life except for work, and my friendship with Danielle, and now even that isn't exempt."

We were running slowly. Me, because I was still recovering from the abuse I'd heaped on my body the previous day. Shelly, I figured, was pacing me. "What do you want Shelly?"

"You know what I want. I want you two happy again. I've never regretted anything in my life as much as what I did to you. I know you probably don't believe it, but it's the God's honest truth. And believe me, Rick, I've had plenty to regret."

That made me chuckle, in spite of myself. "I believe you."

She spent the next mile or so apologizing for her bahavior. She didn't make any more excuses, other than her history of bad decisions. I listened, without commenting.

"Please don't hate me, Rick. I can't stand it," she finally pleaded.

I sighed. That's damn hard to do when running, give it a try sometime. Still I made the effort. "I don't hate you, Shelly. I'm very unhappy with what you did. I'll tell you what I told Danielle. Baby steps, Ok? Be patient."

"Can I see Danielle again? She won't let me come over. She'll barely talk to me."

Interesting. Now things were coming into focus. "She and I are barely speaking. We're just starting to communicate again. Please don't make it any worse."

"That's the last thing I want to do. She needs me right now. She's really stressed, and without you or me, she doesn't have anyone to vent with. I swear, all I want is to help her and keep her on the straight and narrow. No more fuckups."

I peeled off the long path, onto the shorter one, down to my last 3/4 of a mile. She missed the turn, and caught up quickly. Once she was back in step, I replied. "Help her if you want. We can't have any more mistakes. We're at the zero tolerance point. I'm afraid the next big one will end our marriage for sure."

"Thanks, Rick. You won't regret it. I'm gonna be the best friend in the world."

"Isn't that what caused half of this shit? Trying to be her best friend?"

"Probably. She's my only real friend. I'd do anything for her. Now that means making sure that none of us do anything to jeopardize your marriage. I hope you believe that."

I believe she meant it. Then again, she always meant well. "Are we done? I'd like to finish my run in peace," I told her.

She looked hurt. Good. "I'm sorry. I'll leave you alone. Thanks for talking with me."

I didn't reply, other than to pick up the pace a bit, pounding out the last half-mile. 

It was that kind of day. I hadn't seen Danielle's cousin Anna in several months. She lived on the opposite side of town, a good hour away. Why she'd show up on my doorstep unannounced, risking a wasted trip, was a mystery to me. And yet there she was.

"Hi Rick," she said, smiling easily. "Invite me in?"

She wasn't anyone I was hoping to see anytime soon. One more person that knew about my wife's debauchery. "Sure, Anna. Long time no see. C'mon in. I'm kind of a mess, just finished a run, but if you'll give me a few minutes, I'll be presentable. Make yourself at home, and help yourself to anything you want."

I heard her thanks at my back, as I headed upstairs for a quick shower. I came down feeling a little better, and grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge. I went into the living room to join my guest. "I guess you know that Danielle's at work. I know you two keep in touch."

It was funny to see her blush. "Yes, we talk pretty regularly."

"What can I do for you?" I asked.

"Nothing really. You know that Danielle talked to me about what she was up to. I told her she was foolish, risking her marriage. You screwed up, big time, and if she had heartburn with that, she could throw you out. But that crap she pulled, I don't see how that was going to help anything."

"She told me as much. She said she spoke with you, and you didn't approve."

Anna snorted. "Didn't approve is putting it lightly. I don't know if it helps, but I would have stopped her if I could. I...I understand things are difficult around here at the moment, but I wanted to thank you for trying to work things out. I hope you two can get around this mess. I don't know if there's anything I can do, but if you think of anything, let me know."

"Not much I can think of. I'll be honest, we're hanging on by a thread. I don't trust her anymore, but I'm going to give her a chance to earn that trust back. You should know that if she pulls any more crap, I'll throw her out so fast it'll make her head spin. I'll take the kids, and if she fights it at all, I'll destroy her to the best of my ability. I've told her as much. If you want to help her, you can make sure she stays on the straight and narrow."

Anna paled. "It's that bad?"

"It's worse, but I'm giving it one more shot, for the sake of the kids, and what we once had. I don't know how much she's told you about what happened, but it was reprehensible."

"I probably know as much as anyone. The last couple of weeks, she's been unloading on me. She's miserable, scared to death you're going to leave her. She doesn't know what to do."

I chuckled. "I'll tell you what I told Tom. She needs to stop lying, stop fucking around, stop humiliating me, and start acting like a decent wife again. That, and give me the time I need to get over this."

"I'm sure she'll do whatever you want. She assures me she's not going to jeopardize your marriage again, and she'll do her best to support you in every way she can." Anna looked uncomfortable before speaking again. "You understand that she was confused? She thought you were Ok with seeing the other men. Sort of getting even, as stupid as that sounds."

"She might have been confused the first time. I made sure she knew I wasn't happy about the second time. By the third time, it was abundantly clear, and she had told me she wasn't going to do it again. She did anyway, tried to hide it from me, and lied about what she did."

Anna look of surprise assured me she didn't know everything that was going on. "I didn't know that. I'm sorry. She made it sound..."

"I can imagine how she made it sound. She's become quite the facile liar of late. Not very good at it, but she makes up for the quality of her lies, with quantity."

"But she said you were Ok with her doing it three times," Anna insisted. "It was the way she did it, the stupid sex comments, that caused so much trouble."

"Bullshit. I wasn't 'Ok' with her doing it once! She blackmailed me with divorce and the loss of our children. I made it very clear I wasn't 'Ok' with it before her second time. She had told me she wouldn't do it again, and promised to keep her friend Shelly out of things. Then she was off doing it a third time, secretly with another one of Shelly's fuck-buddies. Shelly was there of course, providing the big dick Danielle now craves."

Anna nodded. "I can see Dani and I are going to have to have a heart-to-heart. I can promise you this, Rick. If she even starts to look like she's causing trouble, I'm going to come down on her like a ton of bricks. I think it's awfully decent of you to give it all another chance. I'm not happy with your behavior that started this whole thing rolling. Not happy at all. But her response was beyond ridiculous."

It was my turn to blush. "Believe me, Anna. I'm as unhappy with my own initial behavior as you are. The worse thing I ever did, and although I can make excuses for it, none of them matter. I fucked up. That's the main reason I'm still willing to give this a go."

Anna stood, so of course I did, to escort her out. Instead she walked up and gave me a hug. "Hang in there, Rick. It'll get better if you give it a chance."

"I'm gonna try. That's all I can promise for now."

"That's a great start. I'm pulling for you, and like I said, if I can help in any way let me know."

As she walked out to her car, I watched her svelte form. She was a lot like her cousin. Same red hair, but I knew from the wife's gossip, that its natural hue was more a mousy brown. The way she colored it, they looked a lot alike. I wondered for a moment if her offer to help in any way was anything like Shelly's.

I shook my head, waving as she left, beating myself up over the thought. 

~ * ~ * ~

At my morning weigh-in I was 212. Still 2 pounds more than three weeks earlier, but headed in the right direction again. I was disappointed that Danielle wasn't there, but she'd headed into work for a few hours, promising to join us for lunch and family day.

Yes, I admit it. I'd decided to try to work things out one last time. I'd see how the day went, and do my best to trust her, even though I was already at my desk, checking the GPS report on her car, verifying she was at the office. I'd even gotten up the nerve to call Shelly, to make sure she wasn't colluding with my wife again. I played it off as an attempt to apologize for the rude way I'd left her the day before after our run. She brushed it off, assuring me no apology was necessary.

Danielle was apologetic when she arrive home at 12:30, a good hour later than she had promised to be home. We didn't get out of the house as a family until 1:00, and the twins were bouncing off the walls and demanding to be fed.

After the initial hiccoughs I have to admit it was another good day. Once we got involved in family activities, I was able to forget about her betrayal and my humiliation at her hands. We hit the zoo, and a local train exhibit that allowed us to sit on a miniature train, one to a car, and take a ride around the property. Putt-putt golf ended the main activities, and we headed home with takeout Chinese. I was able to eat pretty healthy, and felt good about the time spent with the kids as a family, and getting back on a healthy track.

By the end of the day, we were all wiped out. I don't think Danielle was too happy when after we put the kids down, I told her I was going to hit the treadmill for a while. 

"We must have walked 10 miles today, Rick. Can't you give it a break for once?"

"I could, but I prefer not to," I explained. "I fell off the wagon for the last couple of weeks, and need to get back into the habit."

She sighed. "I had a good time today. Did you?"

"I had a great time," I admitted. "We should have done things like this more often. I hope we will in the future."

That earned me a smile. "Me too. I guess I'll leave you to it then. You know, the door is still open. Falling asleep beside you would be the perfect end to a perfect day."

"I'll think about it," I told her.

She nodded sadly, and left me to my workout.

It was 11:30 when I finished abusing myself on the treadmill. I slipped upstairs to clean up before bed.

Fifteen minutes later I was standing outside our bedroom, trying to convince myself I was doing the right thing. She said she was sorry, and had gone out of her way to show it. Staying together would take the danger of becoming a part-time parent out of the picture. It would be better at work. If I dumped her and things got ugly, there was no way I could be Senior partner or even Managing partner. All our friends and family were encouraging me to give her another chance. 

If only I could flush my memories. I braced myself and entered the bedroom.

I trust my wife. She'll never do anything like that again, I told myself. It was a lie, but you know what they say about a lie you tell enough times. 

I trust my wife.

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The Cuckold Diet Challenge Ch. 08



The Cuckold Diet Challenge Ch.08

FinishTheDamnStory ©

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Chapter 8: The End of the Story

My final chapter in the continuation of the The Cuckold Diet Challenge by RazorLyt, (2/2/09)

In the last chapter, Rick's journey toward health had taken a detour. He's lost and gets advice from friends and strangers. He decides to try to take back control over his life, in a more proactive fashion.

Rick starts working out again, if not quite so single-mindedly. He begins taking care of business in preparation for getting back to work, and receives advice on his relationship issues from a host of people. He's pressured from all sides to give her one more chance.

He decides to give it another try, and see if they can't work things out.

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I woke to Danielle holding me. It felt odd and familiar at the same time. I shifted within her arms, turning to see her gazing at me.

"I won't make you regret this," she said softly.

I gave her a tentative smile. "I missed you."

She snuggled in tight, and I wrapped my arm around her, holding her close. She started kissing my shoulder, and when she shifted to kiss lower, I gave her a squeeze. "Baby steps, Danielle."

She stopped wiggling lower, and cuddled up, her head on my shoulder. "This is a great first step," she whispered.

I peeked over at the clock, and saw we'd slept in. It was almost 9:20. "You're going to miss 9:30 mass," I said.

"I didn't have the heart to wake you. You looked at peace for the first time in a long time. I'm sorry I was the cause of your unhappiness."

"Shh," I said, giving her another squeeze. "No talk about that. We move forward, maybe later, when things are better, we can look back, but not yet, Ok?"

She nodded. "Baby, I..."

I'll never know what she was going to say next. The twin terrors chose that moment to burst into the room, jumping on the bed. For a moment I did a quick personal review and recalled I was wearing boxers. Danielle was wearing her old night-gown, which might have been a bit worse for wear and tear, but it was presentable.

"Surprise! We made breakfast!" Erin exclaimed. "Get up!"

Danielle and I looked at each other in abject fear. We both recalled the last time the kids tried that.

I felt her hand reach for mine, squeezing it nervously. I lifted my head, sniffing and tried to detect any smoke. What I smelled was coffee.

She climbed out of bed on her side, and I did the same, ducking into the closet long enough to grab a t-shirt, before getting dragged by Erin out to the dining area. 

I'm sure Danielle was as stunned as I was. The table was set. Pancakes were piled high on a plate, along with a bowl of scrambled eggs, and another of sausage links. Chocolate milk and juice had been set out, and coffee was in front of both our places.

"This...it's amazing," Danielle gushed. "I can't believe what a wonderful breakfast you two prepared!"

"Francine's been helping us. She says everybody should be able to cook at least a few dishes well," Eric explained.

"I did the eggs," Erin boasted. 

I sat down and started serving myself. "You guys outdid yourselves. We're going to have to give Francine a raise."

It was better than edible. The eggs weren't runny, the pancakes weren't overcooked. It's hard to mess up heat-and-serve sausages, and they hadn't. Even the few pieces of egg-shell in the scrambled weren't worth noting. The kids kept looking back and forth between us with every bite we took. I made appropriate 'yummy' noises that kept a smile on their faces.

It was good to have my family back. Better than I could have imagined. For a moment I recalled my wife's threat to take them from me, but Eric's laughter banished that thought.

Of course, the kids bailed out as we finished, and Danielle and I were left with the disaster of a kitchen. They had burned pancakes, some of which were laying on the floor, and apparently they had a hard time getting the cracked eggs into a bowl, since several failed attempts were on the counter, hardening. The electric griddle was still on, thankfully turned to low. My wife and I cleaned up patiently, comfortably, commenting on the incredible job they'd done with the food, and admiring the patience Francine must have to get them as far as she did.

By the time we were finished, it was too late for the 11:00 service. "I guess we'll skip church today."

She nodded. "I think it was worth it, don't you?"

"Absolutely."

She slid over next to me, looking for a hug. I took her in my arms. 

"We're going to be Ok, aren't we?" she asked softly.

"I sincerely hope so. You understand there's no room for error. We're going to have to be careful with each other."

She hugged me tightly. "I know. No more mistakes, and we talk everything out before doing anything stupid."

I think she meant it. I know I did.

~ * ~ * ~

Things weren't easy, but we were making progress. Danielle was still working long hours, and I was splitting time between slowly working my way back into the office action, and exercising. The weight lifting was trimmed way back, to only about 40 minutes each day. Jenny made a simple regimen for me, arms and chest Mondays and Thursdays, legs Tuesdays and Fridays, back and shoulders Wednesday and Saturdays. Abs every day. I was running every morning after getting the kids off to school, and spending a couple of hours under her torture every evening. 

I'd moved back into the bedroom, and was sleeping with Danielle, but that's all we were doing. Sleeping and a little cuddling.

Monday, I saw the doctor. For all the grief I'd given Danielle about using a condom and getting tested, I'd been as bad as her. I trusted the girls, neither had been in any relationship, but hell, I'd had sex with Shelly. That was like sticking your dick in a Petri dish. By Thursday, I had the all clear. I didn't flaunt the results in front of Danielle, but I put it in a bedside drawer, in case it ever came up.

Word got out that things were better. It was still quiet for a few days, but by the end of the week, Danielle was on the phone for hours at a time, filling in her friends. She caught me watching her one time, and abruptly cut off whoever she was talking to. She came over and sat by me. "I'm an idiot," she said. "Do you mind that I'm talking about us being on the mend?"

"Is that all you're talking about?"

She nodded. "Nothing but good, I swear. If it bothers you, I won't."

I sighed. "I guess I'm still gun shy, afraid of hearing you talk about what we went through."

She scooted closer, leaning against me. "Never. Not a word. Not to anybody. I'm just talking about how things are now."

"Nothing to nobody? Not even Shelly or Anna?"

She blushed. "Anna's been grilling me. She and Angela are the worst. Shelly's backed way off. I think she knows she almost killed our friendship, as badly as she messed up our marriage. I'm not blaming her, but she didn't help. Anna and Angela sometimes want to talk about what happened, to make sure nothing like it happens again. I just tell 'em I don't want to talk about anything that happened in the last few months."

"Anna," I said.

"Anna what?"

"You can talk to her about anything. I don't mind."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You need someone to open up to. I understand that. If Anna's not enough, I guess Angela and even Shelly would be Ok. They already know pretty much everything. I'd prefer Anna."

"Then it will be only Anna," she said. She leaned up and kissed my cheek. "I love you, Rick."

I grabbed her chin, tilted her head up and kissed her lightly on the lips. "I love you too, baby."

~ * ~ * ~

Friday I was surprised when Danielle got home early for once. Not actually early but by 6:30. Early for her. She came down the stairs where the twins and I were working out with Jenny.

She smiled as she took in the view. I was trudging away on an 8% incline, 20 minutes into my run, while Jenny had the kids lifting 10 lb dumbbells, correcting their form. 

Jenny left the kids with directions to do 3 sets of 10 reps, alternating with each other, and intercepted Danielle only a couple of steps in front of me. She looked over at me nervously. "I'm only training him," she said softly.

Danielle nodded, smiling. "I know, he's all out of chips, and there's no way in hell he's earning any more."

Jenny blushed a deep red.

"You've done a great job with him. I'd be lying if I didn't admit that having you and Francine both here haven't helped a lot." I saw her take Jenny by the hand, and walk to the other side of the basement away from curious ears. They talked for a couple of minutes, hugged, and ambled back, both of them smiling. I returned their smile.

Jenny glared at me. "If you're having it that easy, why don't we crank up that treadmill another half. You've really been slacking."

Danielle smirked. "When everyone's finished, I thought we could hit Rosie's New York Diner." She moved close to me, her voice dropping. "I know you love cheesecake, and the only one you're going to be getting comes on a plate. I figure you've earned a treat."

She was joking, teasing. I guess I could have taken offense, but I grinned back. "I have missed dessert."

Danielle stared into my eyes, searching for something. "God, Rick. I've missed dessert so badly."

Jenny was slow to catch on. "No dessert for you, big guy, until your weigh-in tomorrow. And even then, I expect you to limit yourself to a little piece."

Danielle turned on my slow trainer. "You deal with the workout, and Francine will handle the nutrition. Leave the dessert to me."

I think Jennifer finally caught on. She blushed again, then smiled. "My mistake. I think it's only fair that we all contribute our fair share to straightening him out. You are officially in charge of all dessert."

Danielle nodded slowly. "You bet your firm little 20 something ass I am." She turned and winked at me. "And don't you forget it."

I'll admit it. Some unworthy bitter thoughts came to mind, but I stifled them, as I saw her teasing look turn to one of worry, when I was slow to respond.

"I might want more than a small piece," I finally said.

She visibly perked up, and leaned over the arm of the treadmill. "As big a piece as you want, baby. The unlimited dessert bar is open for business. One customer only."

~ * ~ * ~

The cheesecake was wonderful as always. The dessert, although slow to get started and tentative, was everything I remembered. I had a tough moment, but forced the stray thoughts from my mind, as Danielle and I came together for the first time in over two months.

Afterward she was clinging to me, and I held her as the tears leaked out.

"Relax, baby. It was good. We needed this," I reassured her.

She nodded. "I was afraid I'd never get to do that with you again. I was so scared, Rick. Scared to death I'd fucked everything up."

"You need to stop crying, beautiful."

"I can't help it," she sniffed.

"No more crying, I said." I gave her a squeeze. "'Cause I need some more dessert."

I leaned back as she scurried down the bed, wiping her eyes, before going down on me. I encouraged her with words and a few soft touches. She looked up at me after a while. "Do you think you have two more left in you?"

I laughed. "I have a hell of a lot more than two left, although I think that may be the limit for tonight."

"Good. I want to finish this one. I want to taste you."

I felt a short pang of jealousy, but I let it go. "I'd like that."

It took her a while, but she was patient, and very, very good. I groaned loudly as I approached completion. That seemed to inspire her, and only a few seconds later I gasped as I filled her sexy mouth. She didn't leave me alone until I was completely clean. She moved up the bed, her hands roaming over my body. "You look so much better, Rick. I can't get over it."

"Shh. Sore subject, Ok?"

She nodded, cuddling me. "Do you want to talk about anything?" she asked.

"No. I want to love my wife, hold her, and live in the now, not the past."

I reacquainted myself with her breasts, at length, turned her over and gave her a back rub, which led to a butt-rub, culminating in an extended session with me taking her from behind, on her hands and knees. My hands floated across her back, down her sides, caressing her butt. For the first time I noticed that there was a little more to rub than there had been. No tennis, and eating Francine's best, along with the never-ending business lunches had added a few pounds.

I recalled the three grand she'd spent on clothing, while I squeezed her full ass cheeks, pumping into her. Maybe she did need a new wardrobe.

There was no way I was going to bring up a discussion of weight or dieting. Not after the last fiasco. Besides, I kind of liked her fuller butt cheeks. I gave one a slap, making her squeal cutely, and watched her flesh ripple. It would be good for her to feel a little bit of what I had gone through. Grinning, I smacked her other cheek sharply, enjoyed the sharp intake of breath.

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Little by little, day by day, things got better. Memories of what had happened, images from those videos, would pop up now and then. When they did, I made a mental effort to think about the kids, the breakfast they made for us, the laughter in the house, sitting around a Monopoly board, wheeling and dealing for properties. It worked, at least most of the time.

It was several days before our nightly cuddling led to another love-making session. Again, she seemed almost eager to suck me. It bothered me.

"You don't have to do that. You don't have to make up anything to me," I told her, after our first lovemaking session, when she moved down between my legs.

"I want to, Rick. I love you, and I want to bring you pleasure. If you don't want me to, I won't, but if you'll let me, I'd like this to be a regular part of our bedroom activity."

I chuckled, and pushed her head back down onto my cock, gently. "I love when you do that. I just don't want you thinking you have to."

She certainly acted like she wanted to do it. It was anything but mechanical, sometimes loving and tender, other times wanton and demanding. Whatever she did, I enjoyed it. And almost never thought about how she'd come to enjoy doing it, on another man's cock. A bigger cock. Much bigger.

Once she had me raring to go, she got on her hands and knees before me. I had a bad moment remembering her comment about only being able to stand me from behind. It wasn't enough to stop me from enjoying her. Once I was plowing away, the bad thoughts disappeared. I was feeling good, squeezing her butt cheeks. She reached back and spread them for me, her shoulders resting on the bed.

"They're both yours, baby. Any time you want. Cleaned and pre-lubed if you're in the mood."

It was an ugly moment. She'd never offered it to me before. The one time she'd allowed me in the backdoor had been at my insistence on my 'reward' night. Her big-dick lovers had used it hard and often.

"Make it yours again, Baby," she pleaded, waiting anxiously.

What the hell, I figured I deserved at least as much as those bastards got. I pulled out of her warm pussy and pressed against her crinkled entrance. It was harder than I thought it would be, especially after the last things in there. She whimpered cutely as I finally penetrated her.

"Gently," she pleaded.

Bullshit. She'd never told them to take it easy. I grabbed her hips, and started working my way in, steadily getting deeper.

"Fuuuck," she groaned.

I laughed and started plowing her with long steady strokes. "Whose ass is this?"

"Yours, baby. Nobody but yours ever again. Fuck my tight ass, Rick."

She groaned when I started pounding her. "It's my ass now."

"Always yours," she moaned. "Whenever you want."

I slapped her butt cheeks, and took what was mine. After only a few more minutes, I pushed in as deep as I could, and unloaded.

I laid on my back, satisfied. She got up and returned moments later with a warm washcloth, cleaning me up. "You like my ass, don't you baby?"

"I love your ass, Angel."

"You don't even have to ask. It's yours now, like all the rest of me, whenever you want."



Saturday's weigh-in was a big one. The week before, I'd lost 6 pounds and was down to 206. I gave full credit to Jenny's return. I had hoped for another similar number. I fell one pound short, with a weight of 201. Two pounds, really. My goal was under 200 before returning back to work. I had no doubt I'd get there, with one week to go.

After the weigh-in, I ate a very light breakfast. I was saving my cheat-meal for the afternoon. For the first time in 3 months, we were having company over. A family barbecue, maybe a dozen couples, with their kids. Francine was taking care of the meal, and I was astounded by the amount of effort she put into it. She'd had a beef brisket cooking all night, a smoked ham she was babying like a newborn, and trays of burgers and hot dogs for the kids. She had two assistants with her, who were excellent at staying under the radar but keeping everything moving smoothly.

Danielle was nervous, and changed her outfit twice. I settled her down, reminding her that almost everyone there was close friends, with a few work associates thrown in. I had some news I needed to clear up before the party. I'd been trying to figure out a way to approach it for a few days, and now I'd run out of time.

"You know I've been back to the office, talking to Tom, Mike, and the other partners."

She nodded, standing in front of the mirror, adjusting her blouse. She usually wore things skin tight, but this one was looser, and she was adjusting where it was tucked in.

"I'm going to be returning to work for them again. Dale's the Managing partner, and Mike's back in the role they'd offered me. He's still looking to retire, to at least part-time. There's a good chance, if things fall my way, and nothing ugly happens, that I'll be Senior Partner again."

She turned and looked toward me, then I was in her arms. "How soon? Really? We didn't totally mess things up?"

"One week," I said. "I've been seeing them for a couple of weeks, laying the groundwork, getting in touch with what's going on. They've made it pretty clear that our personal business needs to be kept quiet. There's no place in the firm for willing cuckolds, or even the appearance of one. I might be able to be a partner, but any type of senior position would be out of the question."

She stepped back and adjusted my shirt. "We need to take you shopping. You need some clothing that fits."

I pulled her close for a hug. "We'll talk this week about what it means to us, to the household, our work schedules, all that. I just wanted you to know. I've spoken to Teri and she's agreed to watch the kids after school each day, until we pick them up, if you're willing."

Her squeeze echoed mine. "It's all gonna be Ok, isn't it? We're gonna make it. It'll be as good as before, maybe even better. Tell me we're gonna be fine, Rick."

I kissed the top of her head, "It's gonna be better than fine, Angel. As long as we've both learned our lessons."

"I love you, Rick. I guess this is a day for celebration in more ways than one!"

She gave me a quick kiss. "I know it's your cheat meal, but I hope you'll save room for dessert."

The guests started showing up early, Tom and Angela were the first to arrive, with a huge cooler stuffed with beer. Shelly was almost on their heels. She gave me a big hug, and a friendly kiss on the cheek. I hadn't seen her since the run, but I knew she was back to being Danielle's #1 confidant. 

"No sneaking off with any of the guests," I teased.

She poked me in the ribs. "Not even as a joke, Rick. Please. I still feel like shit over everything I did. I appreciate you allowing me to come over."




The Cuckold Diet Challenge Ch. 08



"You're still her best friend, Shelly. I'm going to trust you to work for us now, not against us."

"I will. I swear I will." I got another quick kiss, and she was off to find my wife.

Angela confronted me, while the crowd was still sparse. She grabbed me by the hand, and imperiously marched me off to seclusion in a corner of the yard. "This is all for real, right? Not some kind of sick, twisted revenge."

I was surprised. "I'm trying to get my family back. I could use help, not accusations. I thought you knew me better than that."

"I thought I did too. The last few months have had me wondering. I didn't figure you for the kind of guy that would hire a hooker, or who would think that sleeping with teenagers was a smart way to get even with a stupid wife. Let's not even get into all the revenge crap against her friends and boy-toys."

She was pissing me off. "I get it. You think I should have just rolled over and let her treat me like shit until it was out of her system. Whimpered in a corner while she cuckolded me and humiliated me. Stayed celibate while she had unsafe sex and refused to get tested. Well fuck you, Angela. If you don't mind, I'm going to go talk to some actual friends."

"Rick!" she snapped, grabbing at my arm. I shook myself free, and went into the house, grabbing a beer and disappearing into the basement for a while, so I could cool off.

I was going for a walk on the treadmill, when Tom tracked me down. "The party's starting to fill up," he said.

"I'll be up in a while."

"What happened with you and Angela? She's pissed."

"She made it very clear whose side she's on. Giving me shit for everything I did, questioning my motives, blaming me. Things are just starting to get better, and she's gotta be a complete bitch and start tearing at the scabs. Keep her away from me, Tom, or things are gonna get ugly."

"Angela said that? I don't believe it!"

"Fine. Then you can take her side as well. Right now I'm about 60 seconds from leaving this whole mess behind. I don't need her shit, and I don't need you calling me a liar. I was hoping for a nice pleasant afternoon with friends, and it becomes a backstabbing session before it even starts. Thanks for nothing."

I could see he was getting upset. "That's bullshit, Rick, and you know it. I've had your back this entire time. Have you forgotten how you were when you came to see me that first day? It's great you've got you balls back, but it doesn't mean you should piss on your friends."

I knew he was right. His wife's tirade wasn't his fault. "I appreciate what you did, Tom. Everything. You're a good friend, no, a great friend. I thought Angela was as well, but I was wrong. I understand you're going to side with your wife. You should. But she made it very clear who she blames for everything. Just keep her away from me, Ok?"

He nodded. "I don't know what she said, or why. I'll talk to her. She's supported you this whole time, so what you're saying doesn't make any sense. I know you're not lying, I think there's some kind of misunderstanding."

I laughed. "Sure, that's all any of it is. It's all a misunderstanding. That's how Shelly explained everything. All one big misunderstanding." I turned off the treadmill, slowing to a halt. "Not today, Ok? I don't need any misunderstandings today. I'm barely back on my feet, and my marriage is rocky at best."

"Alright. I'll do what I can. Maybe later we can talk. I know she didn't mean to mess up your day."

I tried to shake it off. It was difficult with so many reminders around. I did my socializing, spent some time with Jean Morelli and her husband, accepting an offer for a future visit with them. I was pleased that Weston showed up, with his wife Darla and their only child. He had grown kids from his first marriage, but his son from his second marriage was only a couple of years older than the twins. I met Jonathan Morris the Managing Partner at Parker, Morris and Naor, where Danielle was working. He was easy to talk to, and heaped praise on my wife's abilities. I introduced him to Dale, who'd taken my place at the firm, and they seemed to hit it off.

There were a dozen kids underfoot, and the food was a hit. Everyone seemed to be having a great time. I wondered if there was anyone else there like me, putting on a good front.

I was surprised that it was Shelly who called me out. She cornered me in the house, with a determined, concerned look. "What's wrong, Rick? Your party is a huge success."

"Nothing's wrong. I'm a little busy that's all."

She moved closer, her voice low. "I'm calling bullshit. Something has you upset. Talk to me."

"I'll be fine, Shelly. Take care of Danielle, alright? I imagine she's stressing out."

"Your wife is having the time of her life. She's so happy it's ridiculous. The only thing that could bring her down at this point was knowing you're not happy." She was very close now, closer than appropriate, not that we hadn't been closer. Her hand was on my side, open, caressing gently. "It's me, Rick. Don't you think I know you by now? Did she do something wrong? Did we? Tell me, so we can fix it."

"Nothing you two did, not today. Somebody said something that irritated me. It's not that big a deal. I'll get over it. Don't let it bother you guys, alright? Have a good time. I swear I'll be fine."

She looked into my face, serious. "Alright. I'll drop it, but if you need me for anything, I'll be here for you. If I need to kick someone's ass, you just let me know." She sidled in close, her body pressed against mine for a moment, then kissed my cheek, right on the edge of my mouth. "It's your party, handsome. Put on a smile and have some fun."

She was right, the party was a success. Nobody out of control, everyone having a good time. It was a delightful mix of people, friends, clients, work colleagues from both of our offices. Intimate enough for people to get a chance to know each other, while big enough to let people mix it up, and move around. The kids ranged from 7 years old to mid teens, and appeared to be having a blast. 

Danielle hunted me down a few times, obviously enjoying herself, playing hostess, flirting enough to be charming and fun, without going over the line. Other than that first encounter with Angela, I was mostly enjoying myself. 

My wife sidled up to me, slipping an arm around my waist. "This was a great idea. I'm so glad you suggested it," she told me. "Francine's a hit. I hope nobody hires her away from us."

"As long as you're enjoying yourself. That's what matters."

She leaned her head against my side. "I really like Jean and her husband."

"Me too. They invited us over for dinner in a couple of weeks. I told them we'd love to join them, I hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all. When's the last time we had a party like this?"

I had to rack my brain. "It's been a while."

"A long while. Over a year. I'd like to do it more often, a few times a year maybe. What do you think?"

"Sounds great." I gave her a squeeze. "Are you happy?" I asked.

"Hell yeah. Happier than I deserve. I've got the best man here, wonderful children and great friends. How about you?"

"I'm feeling good. I needed this. Needed to see how I'd feel in a social situation, how I'd feel about you. It's all good, baby."

"That's what I want to hear. I think it's starting to wind down, we better get out there and mingle." She turned to me, pulled my head down and kissed me solidly on the lips. "I love you, Rick."

"Love you too, beautiful."

~ * ~ * ~

I spent a pretty penny on two new suits, and a dozen quality dress shirts. I liked the way I looked in the mirror. I still wanted to lose another 10 to 15 pounds. I'd never weigh in the 170s again. Jenny agreed that 185 would be a great target. My goal would be never to stray from the 185 to 190 range again. When I hit that target, I'd completely update my wardrobe.

I got a call from Angela mid-week. It was a mixed bag. She was initially apologetic, echoing Tom's sentiments that it was a misunderstanding.

"I know she did wrong, Rick. Believe me, I told her dozens of times. It was the wrong time and place to go into it. I get it. It's just that all this time, you and I haven't talked. You talk to Tom, I talk to Danielle. You and me, nothing."

"Right now, I prefer not to talk about it much. I'm trying to let the bitterness and hurt fade, and slowly build up some trust in her. I'm not wallowing in what happened."

"You're not just letting things slide, while you get your ducks in order before dumping her, right? That wouldn't be fair."

"Damn it, Angela. That's the second time you asked that. I'm trying to make my family whole. As long as she doesn't screw up, we should be fine."

"And if she does? You're going to go all nuclear on her?"

"If she does it's over. My forgiveness quotient is approaching zero. This is her chance. I guess it's both of ours."

"That's a lot of pressure, you know. Try to be patient. We all love you guys and want to see you stick it out."

"I know, believe me. I've heard it a hundred times, if I heard it once, that I had to give the marriage another shot. I'm trying, Ok?"

"Yeah. Sorry I messed things up. Maybe next time we're together, it can be as friends, and not as amateur counselors. What do you say?"

"Sure. In a few weeks, alright. Things are hectic now, with me going back to work, and having to deal with the changes around the house, and the issues at home. Give us a little time, and we'll get together."

~ * ~ * ~

Our love life was improving. I still had my concerns, but I tried like Hell to keep them buried. I did my best to please her, but I never got to see the woman I'd had glimpses of on the video. I couldn't satisfy here the way they had. I was enjoying myself, but there was that element of doubt now. Was she faking it? Did I do it for her? Did she miss those huge cocks? I still prayed that with time, my concerns would fade.

Saturday was a big party at home, just for us. I broke the 200 barrier. I clocked in at 197, and it was cause for celebration. Jenny was there, as was Francine who baked an absolutely decadent seven layer chocolate cake. Shelly made an appearance, but it was mostly about me, Danielle and the kids. I got an extra helping of dessert that night, dark chocolate. I was happy.

Going to work on Monday I had mixed feelings. I was champing at the bit to do something, yet I knew I'd miss the time spent with my kids, and I'd have to be careful not to let my old unhealthy habits resume.

I took over the reins from Mike on day one, and moved into my new office. I dealt with payroll, depositing 75% of my salary into the joint account, keeping 25% paid into one of my offshore shell companies, as a separate consultancy. I picked out my company car, and submitted the paperwork for the club-membership. 

By the third day back, it was as if I'd never left, except things were even better. I'd been used to sharing a secretary, and I now had my own assistant, Dot, parked just outside my office, intercepting the flak. She'd been Mike's for the last 10 years, and she was a miracle worker. I made it clear that my work day started at 8:00 and ended at 6:00. I was in by 7:30 most days, and a little business might trickle over my self assigned end of day, but with the ground rules laid, and Dot enforcing them, my days rarely ran over 10 hours, including lunch.

Jenny was working me hard in the evening, and Francine was talking about raising the calories, and slowing down the weight loss. I pushed for two more weeks to get to the 190 mark, and take it from there. My morning runs started at 6:00, and I kept them under 1/2 an hour. I was in bed by 11:00 pm, and sleeping like a baby.

Danielle had settled into her job as well. Her hours were a little longer than mine, a little more sporadic. One day she'd manage to escape by 5:30, the next not until after 8:00. But it was better than the full week of 12+ hour days, and she seemed to be handling it better, stressing out less. I don't know if it was because our home life seemed to be settling in, or she was learning how to deal with the real world. The good news was she was picking up the kids 2-3 days a week, and her weekend office trips were much less frequent.

Our love life was the best it had ever been. She denied me nothing, and I took advantage of that. Impromptu blow-jobs were the new norm. She instigated at least half of them. 

I felt pretty damn good about myself. I rarely thought of the week of Hell I'd gone through, or the months of purgatory afterward. It only took two weeks after I started work, to hit 190#, and I was proud of myself. My life was finally under control and I'd walked out of the flames, barely singed.

My life was my own, and my future was bright. 

~ * ~ * ~

It was a stupid little thing. My weight had settled in at 185 for two weeks. I'd been at work for six. I had picked up my new Cadillac CTS-V, with twice the horsepower I'd ever need, and had taken the afternoon off to get fitted for new suits and a dozen custom made shirts. Not a big deal, right?

Walking out of the downtown store, I saw something that made my blood run cold. Meat. Peter Rossi. I'd recognize the big bastard anywhere. He was waltzing down the street, without a care in the world. He was supposed to be elsewhere.

I headed back to the office, and called Tom in.

"Get the door," I told him.

He nodded, closed the door behind him and sat across from me. "What's up?"

"Peter Rossi, Meat. Where did you say he went?" 

"Philadelphia. We even gave him a relocation allowance of $5K. He signed a non-disclosure agreement, and promised not to return."

"He's back. I saw him today."

Tom's brow furrowed in anger. "The bastard. He should have known better. I'll put D&G on him right away. We'll pull him in, and I swear he'll be a memory before the week's out."

"I want him watched."

"Watched?" Tom asked. "You don't think..."

"I don't know what to think. It's hard for me to believe that he wouldn't contact Danielle or Shelly if he came back to town. I haven't heard anything from them. Not a word."

Tom shook his head. "I don't believe Danielle would do anything. Impossible. Not after dodging the last one. The asshole has to know better. We made it very clear what the cost would be if word ever got out, or if he kept it up."

"Asshole's like that don't have the brains God gave a squirrel. Their dicks think for them. I want to know what the hell he's doing back, how long he's been here, and I want it kept under wraps."

Tom nodded slowly. "I'll put them on him. I thought things were going well at home. You trust her don't you?"

"Trust but verify, right? I want to trust her. If it turns out she's clean, that'll be more bonus points toward rebuilding the trust."

~ * ~ * ~

I must have been off my game. Both Jenny and Danielle noticed I wasn't myself. I chalked it up to work issues, and after Jenny left, I told Danielle I needed to do some work from home, and retired to my study. The P.I. guys had pulled the surveillance gear, but the GPS in her car was wired in and prepaid for six months. It was still active. I checked her movements for the last two months, but there was nothing there. She went back and forth to work. She stopped by Teri's a couple of days a week, but the visit was short and she headed home. Probably picking up the kids. There were a few lunch outings, but the vehicle log showed her going to places where there was a restaurant, and heading back to the office. Even the weekend office visits were straight there and back.

She looked clean, but I still had my concerns.

I think the biggest was the fact that I knew I didn't do it for her. Not like they did. I'd seen her. Seen her with them. What we had was good, but it wasn't the same. She had to be comparing me to them in her brain. She had to.

I was miserable. I stopped my morning runs, too tired to get up after tossing and turning all night. I went to work, buried my head in business, trying to drive all other thoughts from my head. I got a few messages from D&G, telling me they had the subject under surveillance, and were improving their observation tools. Not much more than that. They'd located him and had him under watch. I needed more.

At home, I had Danielle under surveillance, watching her carefully, observing everything she did, where she took her phone calls. For the life of me, I couldn't see anything wrong.

After five days, including the weekend, I was convinced there was nothing going on. The bastard had snuck into town, but had kept his distance. Still, I couldn't let it go.

Shelly had managed to find a new job. Her salary had dropped by a quarter, but she was working. I showed up at her office, unannounced.

She met me at the receptionist's desk, and escorted me back to her office. It was a step down, but better than nothing. She saw me looking around.

"It's a start. A good reminder of how I screwed up." She sat down and waved at the guest chair. I remained standing.

"Has he contacted you?"

I saw the fear dance across her face before she played dumb. "Did who contact me?"

I leaned on her desk, growling at her. "You know who the hell I'm talking about. Don't you dare lie to me. Not again."

She was determined to do it the hard way. "Honestly, Rick, I have no idea who you're talking about."

"Meat, you stupid bitch. When did Meat contact you."

"Is he back in town?"

She was pretty good. I'd almost believe her, if not for that first guilty look when I broached the subject. "I've had him watched for a week. If I find out you're lying to me, I will destroy you. Absolutely destroy you. Do you want to rethink your answer?"

She was nervously passing a pencil from hand to hand, avoiding my eyes. "A little over a month ago," she murmured.

"A little over a month ago what?"

"He called me. He was back in town."

"And?"

"He wanted to get together. A couple of weeks ago I did." She looked up at me, defensive now. "I'm single. I can see who I want. It's not a regular thing."

"What about Danielle?"

She dropped her eyes again. "He wanted to talk to her. He wanted me to give him her number. I wouldn't. I told him if he was smart, he'd forget about her."

"When did he get hold of her."

"I don't know that he did. She wasn't with me, I swear. I don't think she'd do it. She knows better."

"Danielle knows you're seeing him, doesn't she?"

Shelly nodded, and I saw the tears start. "It doesn't mean she did anything. It's not a big deal, Rick. So the guy's in town. She wouldn't screw around. Don't you think I'd know if she did?"

"If she has, you're going down with her. You introduced the asshole into her life, and brought him back. You better hope to God she hasn't seen the bastard. I've had my guys on him for a while now. I'll know in a couple of days."

"I'm sure she didn't. She's happy now. She loves her new work, and she's crazy about you. She wouldn't risk her family for sex."

"Not even for great, mind-blowing sex with a 12 inch cock? Sex she'll never be able to get from me? The big-dick multi-orgasm sex you introduced her to?"

"She wouldn't! I know she wouldn't!" Shelly whined.

I got up to leave the office. "You better hope to Hell she hasn't."

~ * ~ * ~

Danielle was home when I got there. Jenny wasn't, Francine wasn't, nor were the kids. That didn't bode well. I had no doubt that Shelly had warned her.

"Eric and Erin?"

She had a drink in her hand, and could barely look me in the eyes. "They're having a sleepover at Teri's."

I went and poured myself a stiff drink. I suspected I'd need it. I sat down opposite her, and waited.

"I...I did a stupid thing, Rick. Really stupid. You need to know that I regret it, it meant nothing to me, and I swear it will never happen again. You have to understand that."




The Cuckold Diet Challenge Ch. 08



I glared at her, biting my tongue.

"Please, baby. Try to understand. I love you, and only you. We have a wonderful thing here. We can't let one small slip-up ruin that."

I leaned back in the chair, idly shaking my glass, listening to the ice-cubes clink against the side. After nearly a minute of silence she broke.

"It was only three times. He called me a few weeks ago. I said no, of course. He said he just wanted to meet, sort of closure, after the way he left so abruptly. That's all it was meant to be. You have to believe me."

I took a drink, staring at her. The woman I'd once loved. The mother of my children. The lying cheating slut.

"You can't understand, baby. I couldn't help it. He was reminding me of what we'd done. It was almost like a dream, it happened months ago. I started to wonder if what I remembered was real. I had to know. Know if it was just the circumstances, or something I needed. One time was all. You had Teri and Shelly both. You fucked my two best friends! I was only going to get one more. You'd never know about it. I would never hurt you again, never humiliate you. You're my life, baby. It was, I don't know, something I had to understand about myself."

She was speaking rapidly, leg shaking, looking anywhere but in my eyes. I couldn't believe how stupid she was.

"Say something, Rick. Say something."

"One time?" I stated calmly, controlling my urge to get up and beat the shit out of the ignorant slut.

"That was all it was meant to be, I swear! One time, to find out. I don't know why I respond to him like I do. I can't help it. He...he does things to me, things I don't understand. I don't want him, he means nothing. It was purely physical. I don't even like him."

"But you went back," I stated.

"I had to. Once he called me, I couldn't say no. I had to find out if it was a fluke. Maybe it was just the illicitness, the sneaking around that made it so exciting. I know I don't love him, and still, the things he made me feel were incredible. I needed to get it out of my system, that was all. It was going to end soon, I'm sure."

"You understand it's over?"

"Of course! I never wanted to hurt you. You were never supposed to know. I called him today and told him I could never see him again."

I closed my eyes, shaking my head slowly. She was an intelligent woman. She couldn't be that stupid.

"I don't give a damn if you go back to your huge cock every day for the rest of your life. It's over between us. You had to know that would happen if you went through with it. We're done. Let's try to make this easy on both of us and the kids."

"No! It didn't mean anything! It was a stupid mistake, that's all. You can't break up the family over one stupid little slip-up!"

"I didn't, you did. You knew how things were, how delicate our relationship was. You're not a stupid woman. The papers are complete, I'll update them, and bring them home tomorrow. We'll make if very straightforward. You can see the kids whenever you want. We'll split our assets 50/50. I won't ask for any child support, and I'll pay you a fair alimony for the next 5 years or until you get married."

"I don't want a divorce! I want my family. I screwed up, but I swear it'll never happen again, I just need one more chance," she whined.

"You had your chance. I'm leaving now. Tomorrow I'll bring the paperwork. Don't fight it, and we can make this clean and easy. Otherwise, I swear as God is my witness, I'll do my best to destroy you and everyone around you. Stay away from the bastard, whatever you do. Find a new big dick, because he's going down hard."

She sighed. "I don't want this, Rick. I love you, and I'm not going to give up my family without a fight. You'll lose your position when it all comes out. I can go scorched earth just as easily as you can. We can overlook this, and I promise I won't do it again. I'll make it up to you. You can have Shelly again. We can even make it a regular thing. Don't be stupid. I screwed up. We both have a lot. It doesn't have to be the end."

"No, Danielle. I won't go through this again. You're a cheater and a liar. I could never trust you again. I'll have the papers tomorrow, and I'll give you one week to sign them. After that, well, you don't want to know how bad it's going to get. Don't test me."

I got up and went to the bedroom to pack an overnight bag. She followed me, pleading. "One more chance. That's all I'm asking. For the sake of the kids, if nothing else. You don't want to destroy their lives, their family, because of my stupidity."

"You can stay here until you have a place to go. I expect you to move into the guest room, I'll be keeping the master bedroom. We'll tell the kids together."

"I don't want a divorce!" she shrieked.

"I didn't want a cheating slut for a wife. It is what it is, Danielle. And now it's over. You'll realize I'm right, when you give it some time. I can't provide you what you need, and I won't be a willing cuckold. You'll be fine. As long as we do this the easy way, you'll have money to start over, and a good job. You'll see the kids as often as you want. We can be civilized to each other. After a while we may even be friends. Don't make me the bad guy here, I don't want to destroy the love of my life, but I will if you make me."

She was still begging me to reconsider, telling me she wouldn't give up without a fight. Following me, trying to hold onto me, as I walked out the door.

I got a hotel room, ordered in room-service and picked up the phone. It was time to start the damage control.

It took about two hours, but I called everyone. Tom and Angela. Shelly. Her cousin Anna. Teri. Her parents, and mine. Mike. For the most part the conversations were short. She'd cheated on me, repeatedly. She'd admitted it. We were getting a divorce. They needed to convince her to go along with a fair deal, or it would get very ugly. There was zero chance of reconciliation this time. Please help her make the right decision, for the sake of the kids, and her own future well-being.

With Mike and Tom, it was also a warning. Things might get ugly, and I understood that I might have to step down from my position if it did. I told them both I'd be in the office the next day, and we'd start with contingency planning. I explained to Tom that it was time to neutralize Mr. Rossi. In as extreme a way as we could, within the bounds of the law. He wasn't worth risking my career over.

I spoke with Jenny and Francine. I let them know how things were going to go down, and assured them I'd need their services more than ever. Sadly, they didn't seem all that surprised.

I ignored the incoming calls on my cell-phone from Danielle.

I slept the sleep of the just. I had done my best. More than I ever should have. It was time to move on.

~ * ~ * ~

The next morning was more damage control. I gave D&G their instructions. I talked to Tom. I checked in with Taxman Jerry to make sure all the bases were covered. I spoke with both Reynolds, and Jean Morelli. I gave Jean a retainer to keep Danielle from using her. I had Reynolds update the paperwork I'd started months earlier and they were delivered to my office by 3:00 that afternoon. I had done what I could.

She had been crying. Her anger was contained, and she was still pleading for us to give it another chance. At the very least, we could stay together in the home, and try to work on things.

I gave her the papers. "No. I won't let you hurt me again. We're done. Let's try to make it easy on the kids."

I was pleasantly surprised that she'd moved her stuff into the guest bedroom I'd previously occupied. I changed into something more comfortable, and joined her in the living room.

"Please, Rick. I know I'm to blame this time. You can punish me, extract your revenge. I won't stop you, and I'll never say a word. Don't take my kids from me. Don't leave me alone. I'm a stupid slut, and I wish to God I'd never met that bastard. I know I can live without him, but I can't stand the idea of living without you and the twins. Don't do this to me."

I sat next to her on the couch, and took her hand in mine. "I love you, Danielle. I do. But I can't live like this, and you shouldn't have to either. People get divorced by the tens of thousands every day. I won't deny you your children, and I'll work with you to make sure things are as easy as possible. I'm going to keep the house, and the kids, but you'll have ready access to both, as long as we're cordial. You have a great job, and unlimited opportunity. You're a damned good attorney, and you'll be fine. Please, let's try to do this as cleanly as possible."

"I want the kids. If you try to take them from me, I'll make sure you lose your cushy position. I'll humiliate you in public, and take you for every penny I can. I'll get the house, and you'll be paying me a butt-load of child support and alimony. Is that what you want? Do you want to be the laughing stock of the legal world? Old and alone? You won't get to see the kids, I'll make sure of that. I'm not going to let you do this to me. I won't. I'll see you burn first."

I suspected it would come to this, and turned to plan B.

"Have you eaten?" I asked.

She shook her head.

"Let's go to dinner. We can talk about this civilly. Why don't we see what we can work out. There has to be a good solution for both of us. I don't want to seem unreasonable."

It worked. She agreed, and spent a few minutes getting ready. I made a few calls and got us a reservation. I considered her favorite French restaurant, but the way we left there the last time wasn't a good memory. I chose a fine steakhouse.

She looked lovely as usual. I couldn't help but notice she was wearing one of her new outfits, and it was very tight, emphasizing her assets. Maybe a little too tight. The lack of exercise and Francine's fine cooking had probably added twenty pounds to her frame. She still looked good.

We didn't argue. I asked her how she saw things working out. She recounted her fantasy of us staying together, and promised never to stray again. She offered up Shelly as a reward, even Jennifer, if I could just see my way to being reasonable. 

I let her talk as much as she wanted. I didn't argue with her. Now wasn't the time. She continued with her ridiculous ideas, and I nodded, asking questions. I knew she was getting her hopes up, but the restaurant wasn't the place for a knock-down drag-out. I did ask her what was going to happen the next time she craved a huge cock. She assured me it wasn't a problem.

"For the sake of argument, what if it did? Would you expect me to forgive you again?"

She turned red. "Think of it, Rick. We could have a wonderful life. Shelly's nuts about you. We could have her over regularly. Make entire weekends of it. Even take her on vacations. That's what we're talking here. If we could only work it out, you could live a life other men only dream of. If I did slip up, and I don't think I would, but if I did, you'd know it had nothing to do with my love for you." 

She leaned across the table, her voice low. "I love her like a sister. I...could share her with you. Full time if you wanted. She could live with us. Think of it! Our three incomes, two women who love and adore you. A sex life that would be the envy of anyone who knew. If I got stupid again, you'd still have both of us, and I promise I'd make it up to you. We could find you some cute young thing to balance the scales."

I couldn't believe she really believed what she was saying. But she was laying it on thick.

"Throw away those silly papers, and I'll call Shelly now. She'll be at home waiting for us. Two beautiful women, whatever you want, however you want. Isn't that a great apology? I screwed up, and I'm more sorry than you can ever know. I'll make it up to you. I'll make you the happiest man in the world."

"Don't call her. Right now, this is about you and me. That's all that really matters."

She nodded eagerly. "I know, baby. I love you, and I know you love me. We can work this out. Shelly doesn't have to be part of it. We'll figure out something. I'll make sure you never regret it, I swear. You'll have it all. Great job, wonderful kids, and a doting, loving wife."

I checked my watch. It had been nearly two hours. More than enough time. "Let's go home, baby."

She almost jumped out of her seat, before I was able to remind her we needed the check. I paid our bill, and didn't stop her from leaning against me on the way home, rubbing my crotch.

"Where are the kids tonight?" I asked.

"Still with Teri. She understands. She even volunteered. The kids aren't complaining. We'll have the house to ourselves. It's not too late to call Shelly."

"Why don't you do that?" I told her.

She giggled, and pulled out her cell-phone. "How fast can you be at our place?" she asked. She waited for a reply. "Great, see you then."

I felt a little guilty, but she was the one that wanted to do it the hard way. 

When we got home, I told her I'd prepare the drinks, while she got comfortable. A quick phone call assured me I had the insurance I needed. I made the drinks and set them out on the coffee table. The doorbell rang before Danielle came out, so I answered it. 

Shelly walked in, and into my arms. She gave me a big kiss. "I'm sorry. I didn't think she'd do it. I swear, Rick. I didn't know."

I let her kiss me again. "I know, gorgeous. But once the door was opened..."

She took off her coat, and I saw she was wearing nothing but a sexy teddy, and heels. "We're going to make it up to you. I promise. I'm yours now. I get to stop looking, and you're going to get the best sex in three states."

I pulled her close, fondling her amazing body, while I kissed her again. "Let's get settled. I'll get the drinks."

When I'd finished preparing the adult beverages, I returned to the two women huddled together, giggling on the couch. I gave them each theirs.

I braced myself for the inevitable. "Danielle, I love you. But we're getting a divorce."

She looked at me stunned. "But you said..."

"It's a hell of an offer. It really is. But it's not what I want. I don't trust you, and I'll never be able to again. I'll probably always love you, but that's not enough. I have no doubt the sex would be unbelievable, but I need more than that."

"Don't be stupid, Rick. You've got two choices. You follow up with this idiot idea of yours, and you're going to lose everything. I still have a lot of friends in high-places. The judges love me. I'm the mother. I'll get the kids and the house. That's the way it goes and you know it. You'll be paying me to be giving some other lucky bastard what could be yours."

She leaned over and put her arm around Shelly, reaching up and squeezing her friend's tit. "Or...You could be smart about this. You can have it all. Be honest for a moment, Ok? How was the sex with Shelly?"

I grinned. "Incredible."

"I bet. You and I had a great sex life for years. Now that you're a stud again, it's only going to get better. There's nothing I won't do for you. Anything I gave to some stranger, of course I'll give to the man I love. If you can imagine it, then Shelly and I can do it for you. Isn't that better than being alone, never seeing your kids, and paying me to look for what I need elsewhere?"

"I won't be a cuckold, Danielle."

"Of course not! I told you it was a mistake, and it will never be repeated. I love you, not them." She turned to her friend. "You won't need to look anywhere else, will you?"

Shelly grinned. "Never. We might have to stock up on Viagra though. Our stud muffin's going to be kept very busy."

Danielle giggled. "See baby? It'll be wonderful. All you have to do is forgive me, and your life will be nothing short of amazing."

"Like I said, Danielle. It's a hell of an offer. The answer is still no. I'm going to stay at the Marriott again. I'll let you two think about it. We can remain friends, and do this the easy way. Sign the papers, and you'll be free to make the offer to some other guy with a huge cock, that can give you what you need. You won't be hurting, I'll make sure you have a good start, and the kids will be available to you all the time, they'll just live with me here. We can probably even find you something in the neighborhood."

"Fuck you, Rick! If you can't figure out you've got a good thing, then I'm going to make your life hell. It's gonna be one or the other. You need to smarten up and choose right!"

"Baby, you've done a lot of stupid things lately. Don't do another one." I turned to Shelly. "Talk some sense into her, if you can. The marriage is over. I'd like to make it clean and easy. Don't let her screw up again."

I got up, and headed to the front door. "I'll give you a couple of days to think about it. It's Thursday. You'll have the weekend to do the right thing. I'll be back Monday, and we'll move on. Sign the papers, and accept responsibility for destroying our marriage."

"This is your last chance, Rick! You leave now, and you're going to go down. I'll get everything, and you'll get nothing. You can take us to the bedroom and we'll fuck your brains out, or you can go to some hotel room, whack off to the porn on TV, and walk away from the best thing you'll ever have. Once you leave, it's over, and you're going to regret it."

I stood in the open doorway. "Try to talk some sense into her Shelly. This doesn't have to get ugly."

I walked away, knowing that it would.

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I opened the door to my hotel room, answering the persistent knocking. Two police officers were standing there. "Mr. Richard Anderson?"

I nodded. 

"You need to come with us." The taller cop pulled out the handcuffs.

"What's the charge, officer?"

"Domestic assault and battery. Don't try to act like you don't know what's going on. Your wife is in the hospital, and she and her friend have told us the whole story."

"It's a mistake, but I'm sure we can solve this rather quickly. May I call my lawyer?"

"You're not going to give us any trouble?"

"I'm the Senior Partner at Davis, Davis and Anderson. Trust me, I'm not going to risk my legal career over my wife's ignorant actions. It'll only take one minute, and I'll go along peacefully, and I'll make sure your superiors know that you were respectful and courteous. Please?"

They looked at each other and nodded. I called Tom. "Tom, it's Rick. I've got two officers here who are going to take me in for assault on Danielle. Shelly is a witness."

"I take it you didn't do it?"

I laughed. "You know me better than that. I didn't touch her. She's acting stupid and took the lazy way out, when I insisted we were getting a divorce. Contact D&G and get the facts."

"You know it's after 10:00? You're going to owe me."

"I know. I already owe you. I'm going to go now. These gentlemen have been very patient with me, and I don't want to push my luck." I looked over at the cops. "Names and badge numbers, please?" 

The shorter one looked irritated but he rattled off the information which I relayed to Tom. "Have one of the associates write up a nice letter, commending these men on how they handle a sticky situation. Make sure everyone appropriate gets a copy."

"Hell, Rick. You can do that yourself tomorrow."

"Ok, gotta go, thanks and I'll see you soon."

I hung up the phone, crossed my hands behind my back, and turned away from the officers. "My pockets are empty. My wallet is on the dresser. Thanks for letting me make the call."

"No problem, Mr. Anderson. I'm sure it's all a mistake. Can we see your hands for a moment?"

I turned back around and held out my hands. "Note, Dave. No evidence of contusions or bruising. Not on his hands or arms, not anywhere on his face or neck. No sign of any struggle."

"Got it. Tell you what, Mr. Anderson. I don't think the handcuffs are necessary. You didn't do anything, did you?"




The Cuckold Diet Challenge Ch. 8.5



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Recently Finishthedamnstory wrote eight chapters of one of the best continuations of a tale called The Cuckold Diet Challenge, http://www.literotica.com/s/the-cuckold-diet-challenge-ch-02 .

I urge you to read it, if you have not already. At the conclusion many posters (including myself) wanted more of the aftermath and wife's backstory. So with FTDS 'OK' , I have 'penned this tale which picks up about midway through chapter 8 http://www.literotica.com/s/the-cuckold-diet-challenge-ch-08, even though many will ask 'Why do a continuation of a continuation?'

I banged this story out during a long Trans global flight and airport layovers with limited web access, thus this tale has been submitted "raw" without an editor's oversight. Therefore grammar Nazis and self-appointed English professors may wish to skip this submission. I hope the rest of you can muddle through.

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I kind of enjoyed my new job, but there was just so much work. It seemed like I would never get done. Finally, I had been taken Rick's advise and told my director 'No' when he asked for me to take on another project. He seemed a little put out, but did not push it.

I took off my reading glasses, rubbing my stiff neck. "Damn I need a break after all the shit the past few weeks." I thought, picking up my cell to dial Shelly.

Shelly picked up on the 2nd ring. "Hi Girlfriend! You up to kill a bottle of wine tonight?" I asked

"Sounds like a plan Danielle, wanna meet on that place by 3rd Ave?"

"I was hoping you could stop by house after work, Rick gave me a really nice bottle he got from one of his old clients."

There was hesitation in Shelly's voice before she answered. "I'm not sure Danielle, you know Rick seems like he is still pissed off at me because of...well you know."

"Ya, I know, that is why you need to come over. Get Rick a chance to warm up to you again. See you being around as a positive thing for our all of us, me, you, the entire relationship."

I heard Shelly hesitate again. "I may take a rain check, last night pretty much worn me out. I would not be good company. Probably just fall asleep on your sofa after one glass."

"Oh come on you light weight. What, you work late yesterday? Have a long hard day at the new job?"

Shelly giggled a bit "More like a long hard night, and it was definitely not work."

"Oh ya! Boyfriend gossip" I exclaimed. "Spill it baby! I need to something right now to take my mind off the pile of papers on my desk. This job is getting on me sometimes. I do not know how Rick kept up this pace for two decades."

"Tell me about it." Shelly sighed. "I report to some slob a third my age with half the IQ."

"Blah, Blah, Blah. Enough about work. Give me the scoop about this new guy and last night. Do not spare any details."

There was a big pause before Shelly answered. "Well, it was not exactly a new guy...and I don't know if I should say anything. I do not want you to get pissed at me."

"Damn Shelly, you fucked my husband for Christ's sake, and we are still friends. As long this 'old' flame is not Rick, I do not care who you play hide the salami with."

Shelly still sounded unconvinced. "Um, I don't know Danielle. I don't have a lot of real friends, and I almost lost you, so I'm skeptical if I should take the chance."

"Oh now you gotta tell me Girlfriend. If you do not spill in the next five seconds I am going to reach through this phone and rip your throat out." I joked, switching the phone to my other ear. "Come on, who is the mystery man?"

Shelly blurted out. "Peter Rossi...Meat"

"Meat" I echoed, the air leaving my lungs.

"Meat" Shelly repeated, then added unnecessarily. "The first guy I set you up with. The one with the foot long cock."

A wave of disgust, fear, anger, and other emotions flashed through my mind as everything blacked out for a moment."

I came back with the phone still stuck to my ear. "Danielle? Danielle? You still there?"

Taking a deep breath I composed myself. "Sorry Shelly, I'm still here. You just shocked me for a second. It just ah..surprised me, you would still hang out with that big dickhead after everything."

"Oh it is not serious." Shelly laughed. "And anyway the head I want to hang out with is on Meat's dick, not his shoulders."

Uncomfortable feelings flushed though my body just hearing that...name.

"Besides I am single." Shelly continued in a somewhat defensive tone. "You get to have Rick whenever you want. A girl's gotta get a little relief every now and then. I don't need to remind you that Meat is not 'little' when it comes to giving relief."

"Oh Please Shelly, it was not that great."

"You trying to convince me or yourself?" Shelly countered. "I was holding the video camera, remember?"

"I was drunk."

Shelly snorted. "Not the second time. We have HD footage, so don't be selling snow to the snowman."

"Fine, I enjoyed Meat and his foot long dick. But the only reason was because I lost my mind. I am going to plead temporary insanity."

Shelly gave a chuckle. "Danielle you do not need to lie to me. Be honest, if Rick was killed in a plane crash tomorrow, you would be getting out the measuring tape on every date."

"Shelly, If Rick died tomorrow, I would be jumping into his grave to be with him."

"Bullshit! You'd be jumping on something, but it would not be any hole in the ground."

"OK you win, I admit if Rick dies, I may, and I emphasis 'MAY', give consideration to the new Rick 2.0's physical endowments."

"Well Danielle you better hope Rick is dead." Shelly said with uncharacteristic ice in her voice. "Because you ever put the hurt on that man again, I will personally put you in the grave myself."

There was a long pause before Shelly continued.

"You know Meat wanted me to give you his number."

"I rather you give me leprosy" I said dryly.

Although I felt a slight guilty pleasure that Meat, who had so many willing ladies, was making an effort to see me. I mean, honestly who does not like to feel desired?

"Don't worry Danielle," Shelly prattled on. "I told Meat to forget about you. Dumb shit said he couldn't, claimed he was going to go to your old Non Profit law office. Said he'd bend you over a desk and jam his dick so far up your ass you'd taste him. Silly fool thought he could fuck you hard enough that you be resized, ruining you for any other cocks. Meathead couldn't make the connection when I told him you were not working there anymore."

"God I hope Meat does not go to my old job, I would be horrified. Rick would find out and ..ah ..what a mess!"

There was another pause before Shelly spoke again.

"If you feel that way Danielle, I strongly advise you to tell Rick now. Get out in front of this, that way Rick won't think you are lying, or hiding anything from him."

"Lord NO! And you won't either! Things are just going good, I do NOT want to bring anything to Ricks attention that may dig up old memories. Anyway, it is a non-issue. I have not seen Meat, and have no intention of every seeing Meat. Most important, I am not hiding anything, as there is nothing to hide, and I am not lying, as Rick never asked me about Meat. If Rick did, or does, I will tell him the truth."

"You mean like the 'truth' about the 'Close Encounter of the Third Kind', with the meat-like substitute we did not record, but Rick found out about anyway?" Shelly questioned.

"Dammit Shelly! That was different and you know it. I was fighting for my marriage, my kids, my family, my way of life! I would have rather admitted to the JFK shooting then admit to Rick I chose a big dick over him. It was stupid move, never to be repeated, and I thank God Rick let it slide."

Shelly must have been shocked into silence at my outburst, because she did not say anything.

I took a deep breath again, and felt bad for unloading on her. It was not fair to shoot the messenger.

"I am sorry Shelly. I did not mean to yell at you. It has just been a long day. Why don't you tell me all about the big date with your boyfriend Meat."

A happy tone came back into Shelly's voice. "Well you got it half right Danielle. It was a 'Big" date, but Meat is not my boyfriend. Hell, he does not even qualify as a 'Friend with Benefits', more of just a Benefit. But Oh MY! What a Benefit...."

Now Shelly was up and running with a literal blow by blow description of Meat's 'Abilities'.

I was listening with half an ear, my rational brain was so glad I was done with the 'Meat market'. I had the house, car, kids and had a good shot at returning to the marital relationship every couple dreams about. A safe, loving, comfortable place, shelter and protection from life's storms. Yet a tiny, tiny part of my mind craved a bit of the thrill of that illicit relationship. The feelings Meat had given me, sensations that I never experienced before.

The only parallel I could relate was when I was a kid, and kept running back in line for the roller coaster ride that scared me to half to death. I knew that standing hours in line for a single thrill meant missing lots of other attractions at the amusement park, but I needed that feeling only the roller coaster could give me.

The other thing that scared me was my body's reaction to Shelly's pornographic dissertation. My nipples stuck out like bullets, while the moisture developing between my thighs was enough to irrigate the Sahara Desert. As much as my logical side knew it was just a stupid fantasy-and one I did not want, there was just, just a....a primal feeling. An urge that had me squirming in my chair.

I interrupted her dialogue in mid-sentence "Shelly, I gotta go, something important just came up that can't wait."

I hung up the phone without even waiting for her reply or saying good bye. Popping up out of my chair, I tried to unsuccessfully substitute Rick in place of Meat in my mind's eye, while rushing to the only private restroom, one floor down.

I took the stairs two at a time, praying no one noticed the flush spreading through my face

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It was four days later that the phone call came.

Now in my defense, I had spent each night since hearing Meat was back in town, ravishing Rick every way shape and form. Any time the image of Meat, or the time with Meat, intruded on my thoughts, I tried my best to replace that image with Rick. Do not get me wrong, Rick got the job done each night and rang my chimes every session. It was just not the multi bell ringing I recalled during my time with Meat.

After a lot of hard thinking, I finally came to the conclusion that my memory was faulty. Any first year law student knows that eye witness testimony is the most unreliable of evidence. My fuck phase with Meat was only one drunken encounter and another stint where I was not right in the head. My mind must have built up the hotel room events with Meat into some super sexual tryst of mythic portions. No wonder my private time with Rick seemed pale. Rick was competing against a fictional fabrication that existed only in my mind.

Still I was taken back when I heard Meats voice on the phone.

"Hey Baby Doll, It me, your favorite flavor of meat."

"That sounds like a line from the worst porno movie ever. How did you get this number?"

"Don't be like that Baby Doll, I got many talents. I told them bitches at your old job we had some unfinished business. I think you would be happy to hear from me."

"Well I am not. What do you want?"

"It is not what I want, it is what you want."

"Meat you do not have anything I want. Now please leave me alone and do not call here anymore."

"Why all the hostility girl? I thought we were great together. I mean you are like a super freak. Besides you owe me bitch."

"I do not owe you anything, will you please just go away. I am asking you nicely."

I heard Meat laugh before answering. "Ya, I remember you asking for a lot of things, Hell, you DEMANDED I do some things. Did I not deliver? You owe me Bitch, didn't I give you what you and your wimpy little dicked husband wanted? He wanted to see you take a big cock, and you did. That tiny dicked wimp of yours is probably still beating off to the video."

"Well Meat, that was my big mistake. My husband is certainly no wimp, and he never wanted to see me with anyone."

"I hear you saying he is not a wimp and I hear you say he does want to see you take any more big cocks. What I do not hear you saying is he does not have a little dick and you not wanting my prick."

"What are you in the third grade? Fine Meat, your super freakishly large penis is bigger than my husbands. Does that satisfy your junior high ego? For the record I do not want you, or any part of your anatomy around me ever again. Are you happy now"

"I'd be happier to see you in person, I'll even buy lunch. Give us some closure."

"I do not need closure Meat. This conversation is over."

"Don't hang up bitch, if you do, I am going to show up in you lobby dressed in skin tight spandex and a tank top, plus playing our video on a big assed Ipad. I'll make sure little dick hubby gets an invite too."

"You wouldn't!" I was aghast at that event taking place. I'd lose my job, Rick would never understand. It would be a disaster. "That's Blackmail!"

"Blackmail?" I heard Meat laugh. "Well you are the expert on that, so I will take your word on it."

Then his tone harden. "So Bitch, either I see you at the City Café off Oak Ave in twenty minutes, or we have a great big reunion in your lobby."

"You can't talk to me like that!" I said in a low voice before I realized Meat had hung up.

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Meat got up from the table and tried to give me a kiss. I put my hand on his chest to keep him at a distance.

"That's how it's gonna be Baby Doll?" Meat said sitting down.

I didn't answer him, until I motioned to the waiter for a cup of coffee. "I am not going to be here long Meat, What do you want?"

Meat leaned back in his chair and patted the significant budge in his groin. "It is not what I want. It is what you need."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh Please, your just a life support system for a big cock. Otherwise you are useless." I reached out pointing at his crotch, my finger close to his zipper. ""Except for that, in every other area you wouldn't be fit to hold my husband's dick."

Meat grabbed my hand and placed it on between his legs. "Ya Bitch? How does that cock fit into your hand now?"

I felt a shock to my senses as I pulled my hand away. A flush crept into my face as little voice told me it felt bigger than I recalled.

Meat had a smirk on his face as he spoke. "If Hubby is doing such a good job, why did he pay me five large to skip town?"

"Rick paid you to stay away from me?"

Meat nodded. "A real man would have tried to kick my ass, or kick you to the curb. Somebody came to me with 5K cash to relocate to Philly. Had a contract and everything, all nice and legal. Sounds like something a wimpy lawyer would do."

I went into attorney mode. "So you do not have any proof, just heresy and some unfounded allegations. It could have been anyone."

However this was a blow to me. Did Rick think that the sex with Meat was so good he could never measure up and he had to get rid of the competition? God I hope not. Meat was no comparison to Rick. Day in, day out, any time on an overall scale of 1 to 10, Rick was off the charts, for Meat there was no rating low enough.

There was a pause as the waiter came with drinks and the check.

Meat leaned forward on the table as I sipped my coffee.

"This is not my first Rodeo babe. I know exactly what is going on in that cute little head of yours. You had the perfect dream Barbie life. 2.5 kids, a dog named 'Spot', with the house in Suburbia and a new minivan every three years. Hubby was getting soft working his way up the corporate ladder, while you had some do gooder job and was on a church committee bringing the choir to sing to deaf orphans."

He paused to look at me. "Sex was pretty regular and mild. No butt fucking and I bet you never swallowed. Am I on target?"

I kept quiet

"You were a good girl, so that's why hubby had to get some of what you would not give him. He probably bangs his secretary. I bet screwed your best friend? I know he lined up a hooker. You found out and took a spin on the huge hobby horse here." Meat used his hand to smack his groin. "You liked the ride and decided to come back for more."

"Rick never had sex with his secretary" I protested

Meat looked at me but just grinned.

"Then like most MILFs you went back to your fat little dicked hubby with its boring sex and tried to convince yourself our fuck was not that great. The whole big dick banging was a big mirage blown out of proportion. You told yourself you were drunk the first time, so it did not count. But the second time you were cold stone sober and begging for more. That is a little tougher to explain away isn't it? What excuse did you use for that? Not in the right mind, it was just the heat of the moment, a period of insanity? You had to use some explanation to rationalize your behavior. Am I right?"

"Not even close." I said, shocked that this dim witted man child was reading my mind.

"Oh Really?" Meat said leaning back into his chair. "You are an attorney, let us play a little 'Tell the Truth, the whole Truth, and nothing but the Truth' just like in court."

"We are not in court and you are not a lawyer." I countered not liking were this conversation was heading.

"Great!" Meat said clapping his hands. "Then you should have no problem answering my questions with a simple 'yes' or 'no', right?"

I said nothing as Meat continued. "Question #1, when I fucked you, was that the first time you ever had multiple Os?"

"It was Good, I am not denying that."

"I will take that as a 'Yes'. But that was an easy one as we have video conformation."

Meat continued. "OK now question #2. You got off humiliating your wimpy little dicked husband and making him into a cuck."

"He is not a wimp, and I thought it was a fantasy of his I could fulfill!"

"Sorry Babe, I did not hear a 'No' anywhere in that answer." Meat moved in closer. "You get off on the way I treat you, but you never ask hubby to do it. Because he either cannot measure up, or you would lose even more respect for him if he did, am I correct?"

"I am not going to answer any more of your stupid questions."

"Going to take the 'Fifth' on that one and not incriminate yourself? Fine, one more question and you do not even need to answer verbally."

Meat reached into his top pocket and pulled out a keycard from a hotel, laying it on the table next to the check. "I can see by the little tents in your shirt, your nipples are trying to poke themselves out of their bra. I also wager your wet as a mountain stream. If you want to prove our 'Big Bang' was not the greatest sex of your life, then pick up the Hotel Room Keycard. If not pick up the check and I will never bother you again.

It was a no brainer, as my hand shot out to grasp the check. Suddenly before I could pick up the bill a little voice in my head sounded off "You owe it to Rick to make sure there is no doubt."

I glanced around the room before I lifted the Hotel card key off the table and headed toward the elevators.

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About an hour later I was looking at a mess in the bathroom mirror. My feelings were a mix of horror, shock and elation. The endorphin rush from all my orgasms had me glowing from head to toe. However there was also shock that I was actually in this Hotel Room. The filth and disgust I felt inside was something no hotel shower or soap could ever clean.

The din of a baseball game blaring from the TV filled the bathroom as I turned off the hair dryer. I was trying to fix my face when I heard Meat call my name.




The Cuckold Diet Challenge Ch. 8.5



I exited the bathroom topless, to find Meat sitting on the bed with my blackberry in his hands pushing buttons.

"Bitch I told you not to shower!" he blurted out, while typing on my Blackberry.

"What are you doing!" I shrieked, grabbing for my phone.

"Easy Bitch!" Meat said leaning back before tossing my phone back to me. "Blackberry? Wow, that is old school. No password either. I programmed my number into your speed dial."

"You didn't!" I said franticly scanning thru my contacts. "Rick and I agreed never to have passwords. He is going to find out!"

"Chill Baby Doll." Meat said, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and stroking himself. "I have 'disguised' my name. It is listed under 'TEAM'. Kind of MEAT spelled backwards , you know, because I turn you upside-down."

I stuck the Blackberry in my purse, part of me questioning why I did not delete the entry right there.

Storming up to him I said. "That was a stupid move. Are you trying to get me divorced? Besides we are NEVER EVER doing this again, period."

Meat had his staff at full mast now. "You divorce, don't divorce, not my problem. So If you are never going to see me again, how about one for the road?"

Meat latched onto my hand, placing my fingers on his erection.

Half of me wanted to run out of the room, but my mouth and crotch started watering. What the hell was wrong with me!

"I can't, um..ah.. I have my nylons on already and I don't want to get a run."

Meat grabbed the pillow off the bed and dropped it at his feet. "You bitches are always making excuses."

With that he guided my head onto his stiff prick while I knelt, offered no resistance.

My last thought was 'I am going to be late for work', before he started fucking my face.

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I had to pull the minivan over behind a mall to vomit. I threw up until I was having dry heaves, the tears started when I thought about was in my stomach contents on the ground.

Retrieving my cell phone all I could think about was how could I be so stupid, done something so stupid, and when did I become so stupid?

I called our office and told the secretary I was not feeling well and was heading home.

"Are you OK Danielle? I hope you did not get something in your system that is not good for you." The secretary said.

God, the double meaning was almost too much. "No I am sure I will be fine, I guess I just had something at lunch I am not used to."

The secretary tried to lighten the mood. "Oh I know what you mean. It feels great going down, but Boy don't you regret it later."

After I hung up I thought, 'If you only knew, and I pray Rick never finds out.'

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It was three days after the phone call until I could feel my panic starting to settle down. The world had not ended, Rick seemed to be none the wiser. Heck, I could even concentrate on work for more than 15 minutes before either the fear of that 'lunch hour' consequences, or erotic memories stole into my brain.

I put down the paper I was reading and thought hard about what had occurred, in both that hotel room and my meeting with Meat that led me into the Hotel Room a few days ago.

Racking my brain, I don't know why I respond to him like I do. It was as if I could not help it. Meat did things to me, things I did not understand. I did not want him, he means less than nothing. It was purely physical. I did not even like him.

I glanced out the window. I was successful, educated, a wife, a good mother and respected attorney, not a trailer park slut, or some slave to primitive biological urges. I recall reading a study called 'Dads vs. Cads' on how the prehistoric wiring in original females made them seek out big bad boys during their most fertile part of the cycle for the best offspring. Other periods in the cycle made these cavewomen look for caring nurturing men, more adapt to stay around, assisting in the raising of the brood and protecting the family unit. The study claimed this hard coded DNA was still present to a lesser extent unconsciously in all women, even today.

I picked back up a document but could not concentrate. NPR radio once did a segment about how modern birth control had dampened out the wide swings in present women cycles that led to Dad vs. Cad behavior. I had my tubes tied after the birth of our twins. Would that form of birth control have contributed to my submission to that 'Cad' Meat? I knew it could not be so simple an answer as basic biology, we had evolved since the days of discovering fire.

Well it was non-issue, because I would take my last little tryst as a pleasant memory to the grave. It would be something I could recall as I sat in my rocking chair at the old age home holding hands with the 'Dad' Rick, watching our great grandchildren playing at our feet.

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I was walking out of a meeting Monday when my cell phone rang. I saw the caller display 'TEAM'. The stupid semi-backward code Meat had put in for his name. Damn! Why had I not deleted that contact, or better yet put a block on the number.

I debated ignoring the call, but feared Meat would come into work if I disregarded him.

"What do you want?" I said briskly while striding toward my office.

"Be outside in 5 minutes Baby Doll, or I'll come in with my big cock showing and get you bitch"

The call cut off before I could reply. I looked at the screen before reversing direction to the elevator. So this was how it felt to be on the other end of blackmail I thought, a pang of guilt flashing over what I had done to Rick.

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I stopped by the reception desk and told the girl I would be out for the rest of the day and take messages if I got any calls.

As I walked out the lobby doors it occurred to me I had not said 'I would be right back.' A Freudian mental slip? I dismissed the thought as irrelevant when I saw Meat leaving against the side of the building.

Meat tried to give me a kiss, but I pushed him away. "Way are you here Meat? I told you I never wanted to see you again. There will be ice skating in Hell before I let you near me anymore."

Meat just grinned and held out a Hotel room key card and pointed at a late model car by the curb. "I got some hockey skates in the trunk if that is what you want. I just figured you might want to go for a ride Baby Doll. My car is an automatic, but don't worry you'll still get a chance to drive the big stick shift."

I looked up at the sky and cursed before answering "Do you spend all your time memorizing lines from bad porno movies."

Meat kept grinning "I did not hear a 'No' anywhere. I know you remember 'our time', Baby Doll."

"Our time? It was a fluke, Meat. Maybe it was just the illicitness, the sneaking around that made it so exciting. You know I don't like you, even if the things you made me do and did to me felt incredible. I needed to get it out of my system, that was all. It is over."

Meat's face took a pensive tone. "If it was a fluke, how do you know you got it out of your system?"

I hesitated, Rick and I had made love every night since. It was good, but just that...'good'. I had put everything I had into my bedroom time with Rick, but try as he could, Rick did not have the moves or the equipment to back it up. I might be able to teach Rick the moves, but the equipment....

Meat's voice broke into my thoughts. "Tell you what Baby Doll, let's play the 'Tell the Truth' game again. Only one question and again you do not need to answer verbally."

I wanted to run and flee into the building lobby, but my feet were stuck in place.

Meat held out his hand. "You show me the contact list on your blackberry. If the code name 'TEAM' I put in is deleted from speed dial #10, I will get in my car alone and drive off into the sunset forever."

He motioned for my cell phone, his other hand opening up the car door. "However, if the code name 'TEAM' I put in is still on your speed dial #10, me and you Bitch, get to go for a long bumpy ride."

Ignoring him, I walked past his outstretched hand and got into the passenger seat of the car.

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My hair was now a mess and I could feel the dried cum on my face as I paced around the hotel room naked, all holes inflamed. Meat had been better than I ever remembered. The only reason we had stopped was Meat had finally run out of steam.

Ignoring my pacing, Meat was laying on the bed flipping idly through the TV channels, his best feature flaccid, but still impressive in length.

I had to get control of this situation before it ruined my life, my marriage and family. "Look Meat, if we are gonna keep doing this, the number one priority is Rick never finds out, Rick never gets hurt." I stood in front of him hands on my hips. "NEVER, EVER, EVER! Do you understand!"

"I thought the number one priority was you getting off." Meat replied, trying to peer around me so he could see the TV screen. "What do I care if that wimpy small pricked cuck finds out? What is he gonna do? Pay me another five thousand dollars?"

"That's another thing." I said, snatching the remote control out of his hand. "There will be no more mention of him. Not in jest, and no more put downs."

Meat shifted in the bed so he could see the TV behind me. "Whatever Baby Doll. You can say whatever you want. But I see how you get off when I slam that wimp assed bitch hubby of yours. Ain't no one do him like you're doing if you had any respect for that cuckold."

"That is not True!" I hissed with more heart than I felt. "For your information, my husband screwed both my girlfriends so well they are begging for return engagements."

It felt weird even as I said it that. I was using Rick's fucks with Tina and Shelly in his defense.

Meat just shrugged. "Big deal, MILFs are easy to score with."

I recoiled a bit at the backed handed insult. I felt fury rise up in me. "Well he also bedded both his personal trainer and a hot little intern. He was so good in the sack with them, I had to chase them both off with a goddamn stick."

Now Meat looked interested. "No shit? I didn't think hubby had any game. You way you described him, I figured he always had to pay for it."

"Well he doesn't have to 'pay for it', as you put it. Lots of hot babes want to jump his bones." I said smugly.

Meat put his hands behind his head. "That so bitch? If hubby is such a Gold Medalist in the horizontal gymnastics, why do you need me?"

That question flustered me for a moment. Than my rational brain kicked in. "Let me explain it in a way that even your teeny tiny brain can understand. My husband takes care of most repairs on my car, and always does a great job, like changing the oil, etc. But sometimes, there are things where the job is too big for him, we have to take the automobile to a mechanic. A guy only good at one thing, someone with the proper equipment. That all you are, just a tool."

Meat grinned at me, while hoisting his dick in his hands. "So you are saying you need my tool to get the job done, get your motor running? Give you a REAL tune up?"

Lord he is such a pompous ass I thought. "Another thing, no more calls. I cannot risk it. I will call you from now on. I choose the place and time. Not near the office and never near my home. You understand?"

Meat continued jacking his penis, which started to grow again before my eyes. "No can do Baby Doll. I got appointments to attend to. Need to keep my schedule fluid. The way this works is, 'I call, you haul.' "

He pointed to a tube of lube on the dresser next to bunch of money I had left for the room. "Now bitch, you come over here and grease up my dipstick, so your master mechanic can use his tool to align your rear end."

As I crawled onto the bed I wished more than anything there was some way I could stop Meat's pay per view porn dialogues.

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It did not take me long to rationalize my behavior with Meat. Rick had started this chain of events when he had fucked that hooker. If he had never fucked that stripper, Shelly would never have set me up with Meat and shown me what I was missing. Ergo, Rick had brought this onto himself. Besides he had screwed four different women, no -five if you counted the hooker. I had only had sex with two men and was limiting myself to only one, and on a limited basis at that.

On a positive note this was a good thing for Rick. It took nothing away from him, and secure in the knowledge that I could get my itched scratch, I was free to enjoy all my lovemaking with Rick without straining for physical needs he was just not 'gifted' to provide. Rick was getting the best sex I could give him and I held nothing back. I looked on Meat as my own 'Personal Mental Health Plan'. Many of the girls used their lunch hours for manicures, or workouts at the gym, even Tai Chi in the park. As long as they did not overspend or become obsessive, it was a good way to become refreshed and mentally recharged. I viewed my 'Meat Time' in the same light.

Still I was getting a bit tense when Meat had not called in over a week. I knew Meat was still around as Shelly was using his 'benefits' on a semi-regular basis. I worried that he had dropped me, and that Rick would sense the change in my moods. Thus I was giddy as a school girl when I saw Meat's code 'TEAM' pop up on my called ID.

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I had washed the dried cum off my face, and was putting my lipstick on, preparing to return to work. Meat made the usual request for cash to pay for the Hotel Room. What he said next surprised me.

"Hey Baby Doll, how about we notch things up next time?"

I felt a tingle go through my groin as I turned toward him. "What do you mean?"

Meat muted the TV as he stretched out in all his naked glory. "I got a younger brother, coming to stay with me for a week. Kid's just over drinking age, but he's got a dick only a bit shorter than mine. He is a bit bigger around though. I thought you may want to give him a spin."

I patted my hair into place before answering. "I do not know Meat. I cannot afford to spend too many unexplained lunch hours away from the office. Plus I do not have time to break in a new model."

Meat moved to a sitting position on the bed. "I was thinking more of double your pleasure, double your fun. My brothers got the goods, but lacks 'saddle time'. I figure we can double down, or do tag team while you show him the ropes. Cuts back on the 'down' time for you."

"I am not doing no gang bang, Meat."

"Two people hardly qualifies as a "gang', Baby Doll."

I felt a wicked chill run through my body. "Let me think about it, OK?"

Meat pointed the remote control back at the TV. "I take that as a 'Yes'." He said before unmuting the TV audio.

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For the rest of the week I could not get the notion of Meat & his brother double teaming me out of my head. I have never even thought about two men at once before. Of course I had never thought I would be craving a twelve inch cock before either. The added bonus of teaching a young virile man sent shivers down my spine. I felt like such a cougar.

I also knew this was going too far and I was getting in too deep. I had had my fun and truth be told the risk was now starting to far outweigh the reward. The more people involved, the more chance of Rick finding out, and I could not gamble with that. The stakes were too high. Maybe once or twice more with Meat and I would end it. Both him and his brother fucking me at the same time was purely for curiosities sake. The endgame was in sight and I was sure they had younger fish to fry.

My cellphone rang out and I was glad to see it was Shelly on the caller ID and not Meat.

"Shelly, how you doing girlfriend? I miss you."

"Rick knows about Meat." Shelly said without preamble.

My heart stopped and my stomach jumped into my throat. "Rick knows what about Meat?" I managed to croak out.

"Rick knows Meat is in town and has been having him followed. Rick just came by and grilled me about it."

My bowels turned to water. "What did you say?"

"The truth Danielle. I am single and have been seeing Meat every now and then. Rick was pretty pissed you knew Meat was in town and did not say anything to him."

My vision started to gray out. "Shelly this is a disaster."

"Don't worry, I assured Rick that Meat never got ahold of you, told him it was no big deal. It's not like you have been screwing Meat on your lunch hours, right."

There was a long pause. I tried to speak but no words came out.

There was a frantic intake of air from Shelly over the phone before she broke the silence. "Danielle? Danielle? Please, PLEASE, PLEASE tell me you do not do anything with Meat!"

"It was only a few times" I squeaked.

Shelly let loose with a long string of curses that would have made a sailor blush.

"Danielle, Rick said he is going to Fry us both if he caught you with Meat! He will never believe I had nothing to do with it! What are we going to do." Shelly wailed.

"Maybe he won't find out" I said hopefully.

"Danielle, are you going to lie to Rick? Because I will not. If he asks I am going to tell Rick the truth."

I pondered my options for a moment. "No Shelly, I am not going to lie to Rick. It would not do any good. He would have someone question Meat, and I would just be in bigger trouble. I am going to come clean and throw myself on Rick's mercy."

"You sure have a lot of faith in Rick's tolerance."

"I am banking that our 12 years and keeping our family together still means everything to Rick. Besides he forgave me once, and what I did with that contract originally was a lot worse than this little slip."

"You consider this a little slip, Danielle?"

"No, but that is how I will frame it to Rick. Honestly I did not rub his face in it. I was discrete and did not tell anyone about Meat and I, even you did not know."

"True enough Danielle. I am still in shock that you cheated on Rick after all you two have been through. Did you ever consider you might get caught?"

"I guess that was always in the back of my mind. But Rick gave me a pass before when it was much worse. If he gave me a pass once, and accepted me back, why not again? As we say in court he set a precedent, almost like if I slipped again, his forgiveness was pre-approved."

"Danielle, I think you are making fatal error in mistaking Rick's kindness and strength for weakness and permission. If you are depending on that line of reasoning your chances are pretty weak. You have a fall back option?"

I sighed before answering. "All I have left is to go scorched earth on Rick if he wants a divorce. Fight Fire with Fire. He has as much to lose as me."

"I am so sorry I ever got you involved with that big prick. I feel like it is all my fault. Is there anything I can do?"

A thought came into my head. "Shelly, we are like sisters and I would never ask, but I am desperate. I believe that Rick having sex with you and those other girls helped him feel 'even' last time. You know the whole 'Good for the Goose. Good for the Gander' kind of thing. Would you let Rick have a revenge screw with you? I mean you did say it was somewhat your fault."

"Danielle, of course I will do that. I mean I was willing to fuck Rick for you when we were cooking up the whole weight loss thing. It is not like screwing Rick is going to be a hardship. Especially how he looks now."

"Thanks Shelly..I think. But what if you have to bed him more than once? Rick may want to hold it over my head for a while. I couldn't stand it if he went to someone else. I might lose him for good."

Shelly laughed. "Oh Please Danielle don't let my fantasy man Rick make love to me over and over each day. Promise you'll make him stop when I reach the age for social security."

It felt good to have a break from the tension, and I laughed also. "One more thing, can you pick up the twins and see if Tina can keep them for a sleepover?"

"Sure thing Danielle. You just take of Rick. I'll be standing by. Good Luck."




The Cuckold Diet Challenge Ch. 8.5



I hung up the phone knowing I had one more call to make. Cursing at myself I hit #10 on the speed dial, gritting my teeth when I saw Meat's 'TEAM' in the display.

"Hey Baby Doll." Meat answered before I could speak. "Call back later I'm busy now."

I heard a female moaning in the background, but I did not care if Meat was fucking the President's wife.

"I am not calling you back ever, asshole! Lose my number and don't come around again. If you do I'll stab you straight through the heart."

Meat just laughed. "Is that a 'No' on your doubles session with me and my baby brother? Your loss, bitch. But no big deal, your ass and cunt were getting too stretched out for me anyway. Give love and kisses to your cuck hubby for me. Unless he wants to take your place. I'll even let you watch me turn him into my bitch."

"FUCK YOU!" I screamed into the phone, not caring who heard. "Rick knows you're in town dipwad!"

Meat kept laughing. "Good, I could use another five grand. Tell him to make it fifty dollar bills this time. Hundreds are so hard to carry around. Now if you will excuse me I am working a practical physics problem here, trying to show a schoolteacher how to fit a square peg into a round hole."

The line went dead and I almost broke the buttons deleting Meat's 'TEAM' from my phones speed dial and trying to do the same with deleting his stupid porno lines from my memory.

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The conversation with Rick went off the rails right from the moment I told him about Meat and I.

My begging, pleading, threatening, apologies and tears had no effect. Rick had a bag packed and was out the door on his way to a Hotel in less than fifteen minutes. In fact the door was still wide open when Shelly crept in, finding me dazed at the kitchen table with an opened bottle of wine.

"I came as soon as I got your call Danielle." Shelly said, wrapping me in a hug. "I take it the 'Talk' did not go well?"

Still frozen in place I watched Shelly get herself a glass and pour some wine from the bottle.

"I am so sorry Danielle. It must have been rough."

"Rick wants a divorce. He is kicking me out of my own bedroom, Rick insists I move into the guest bedroom, claims I only get one week to sign the divorce papers. He is going for the full Monty, kids, house, everything."

Shelly winced before answering. "Did you um..let Rick know about my um..offer to help."

I nodded my head. "He did not even blink an eye when I said he could have you. Never even responded when I promised to set him up so you two could be a regular thing."

Shelly looked hurt but I continued. "The worst part Shelly, was Rick seemed relieved, like he had been anticipating for me to screw up and was glad the waiting was finally over, and now he could move on."

"That's cold Danielle, I would have never expected that out of Rick. What are you going to do?"

"I will tell you what I am NOT going to do. I am not going to get divorced is what I am first going to not do."

I took a sip of wine. "Rick just needs some space for a while to lick his wounds, like last time that's all. I'll move my stuff into the guest room, but I am not leaving my house and my kids."

"What if he still insists on a divorce?"

I tried not to think of that, but my eyes filled with tears. "Shelly, right now Rick is hurting and I am betting his pride and ego is torn. I just need to let him punish me a bit. Hell he can tie me up, spank me, beat me, make me write bad checks, anything he wants. Then I can start to pump him up a little at a time. Make him feel like a real man again. You'll help me won't you Shelly?"

Shelly raised her glass. "Anytime, Anyplace, Anywhere."

I looked at the ceiling. "I hope you are enough Shelly, last time he had those two post teenyboppers bouncing on his bed. I may need to offer to throw Jenny into the deal. " I snorted. "Not that it would take a lot to get that thin bitch to drop her gym shorts for Rick."

Shelly made a face. "I hope it does not come to that. Tell Rick..tell him we could do whole weekends, you could take me on vacations with you. Hell, I would move in with you guys in a heartbeat if he wants."

I don't know if it was the wine or what, but I was feeling more confident I could pull this off. "Wow Shelly, he would be a fool to turn that kind of constant pussy down. Rick would living his own fantasy wet dream. After a few months of us fucking his eyes out, I bet Rick would be relieved if I when out for a little 'me' time.

Shelly put down her glass. "DANIELLE! You two are not even back together and you are already planning on cheating on Rick!"

"No, No, No. I am just saying he might be a bit happy to just get a break from the non stop sex. I would never let him down again. Rick would always come first."

Shelly looked somber. "What if Rick won't play? Goes through with the divorce?"

I cringed at the thought. "I would be forced to burn Rick to the ground. I am not some bimbo trophy wife. Even Rick knows mothers have a big advantage and most always get the house and kids. Plus I am a well liked attorney in the courthouse and know a lot of the judges. For example Judge Davis and I served on the Courthouse Band Charity board a few years ago."

"Danielle, you know I did a lot of Rick's law firm expense and stuff at my old place." I nodded but Shelly kept talking. "Well, Reynolds, the divorce attorney Rick hired, is part of a weekly golf foursome with three of the family court judges. The forth family judge is Reynolds old college roommate, and one of the judges kids is his Godson."

I sputtered in my drink. "So..so..I will just move to have them disqualified."

"Oh Please." Shelly said rolling her eyes. "You can't believe you are the first one to think of that. Half the judges in that courthouse are former partners from Rick's law firm. The other half depends on Rick's firm for speaking engagement fees and campaign funds. Why do you think Rick's law firm is so successful."

Damn, that made me think for a moment. I always depended on Rick's law firms connections to open doors and give me an edge in my previous job. I never considered that one day I would be on the opposite side of that "old boy" network. I knew how tough it would be to go against the complex web of arrangements and favors that made up every courthouse legal interaction. The video Rick possessed would make my success a long shot at best in that courtroom work group. But it was the only shot I had if Rick wanted to divorce me, breaking up our family."

Shelly's voice interrupted my thoughts. "So that's your plan? Carrot or big stick?"

At the word 'Big Stick' my mind flashed to Meat and his 'endowment', but I quickly dashed him from my thoughts. "Not just a carrot, but the damn whole buffet, with nothing off the table as far as Ricks wants. It is not going to be as easy as last time, and it is going to take a hellva lot longer. But sex worked once, and I got a good feeling if I can get the blood drained out of Ricks brain to his penis enough times again, I can have my family, plus more."

We tried calling Rick, but his cell phone went to voice mail. As the wine level dropped, the frequency of our calls increased. I'm not sure when we finally stopped calling Ricks phone, but he had at least two bottles worth of frantic messages from me.

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I awoke disoriented in the guest room, with a pounding headache. When I remembered why I was in the guest room, a pain much greater than a headache stabbed through my heart.

Stumbling into the kitchen, two empty wine bottles lay on the table with a note from Shelly.

D,

I had to run into the office today for a short while -my old job never had me working weekends :-(

Hopefully you and Rick can get on the same path. Like I said last nite-ANYTHING I can do to help -I am down for.

I'll be awaiting your call with bells on (and no other clothes --LOL)

Hugs

Shelly

Holding the note in one hand I automatically pressed the speed dial for Rick on my cell phone. This action caused me to have the painful memory of Meat putting his number into my phone. The absolute nerve of that man to think he could even be on the same device compared to Rick! I so wished I had deleted that big pricks number instantly.

After four rings Ricks phone went to voice mail. Dismayed I saw there were lots of missed calls on my cell with a few messages, but nothing from Rick at all. My hopes rose when I saw the blinking light on our home answering machine. In anticipation I speared the play button.

"Danielle, this is Angela. I heard about your ah..action with Rick. We spoke with him last night. I am really sorry honey about the divorce. You need to just let it go and think about what's best for the kids Okay? "

I hit 'delete' in Angela's mid sentence. There were about a dozen more messages from Terri, Mike, both parents, even our priest. Damn, had Rick hired a publicist! Pretty much they all said the same thing, '..think of the kids, do the right thing, let him go, blah, blah..'. No one thought of my feelings, and what I needed.

I jumped when the house phone rang, clawing at the receiver, praying it was Rick.

"Danielle, this is Anna." I groaned inwardly. Great, just what I did not need, my cousin and her 'I told you so.' attitude. But maybe Anna knew where Rick was.

"Anna do you know where Rick is? I am sick with worry. I gotta talk with him!"

Anna's voice had a hard edge. "No I do not know where Rick is, and I would not tell you even if I did know. I spoke to him last night, he is heartbroken. How could you Daniella? Was it worth your marriage?"

"Look Anna, it was a stupid mistake, that's all! I'm starting to get pissed at Rick for running away like some small child, and playing the sad martyr."

"You're pissed? Damn it Danielle, don't you ever take responsibility for anything? When you sell your soul to the devil for a big dick, don't bitch when the devil comes around to collect."

"It's not fair Anna. Rick needs to come home so we can face this together as a couple."

Anna took on a softer tone. "I am not going to beat you up right now. You and Rick are both hurting too much. But you need to know your marriage is over. Time for you to do the right thing for Rick, the twins and your family."

"You do not understand. If I let Rick go I will not have a family!"

"Danielle, you will still be your twins mother, the only thing that will change is the family dynamic."

"Except I will not be living in the house THAT I made a home. Not seeing the man every morning that is MY husband!"

"It's not your call anymore, you threw that away choice away when you made the choice to go back to the magic penis."

This conversation was going nowhere. My headache was getting worse, and Anna was not helping. I told Anna goodbye and promised I wouldn't do anything foolish and we would talk later.

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My mission was to find Rick. As much as I hated to do it, I made calls to everyone on the answering machine in hopes they would know where to find Rick.

After the last call to my parents, I was no closer to knowing Rick's location than when I woke up this morning. I would rather crawl naked through broken glass than go through that phone gauntlet again. However someone might let Rick know I was looking for him.

I decided to approach this just like a legal case. I sat down and listed the 'Pro's' of why Rick should forgive me. I jotted down the consequences of what would happen if he divorced me. This was the biggest trial of my life and I paced around the living room rehearsing my lines. I even did the entire speech in the big bathroom mirror, to make sure I looked the part of a repentant wife, with love only for him. Hours flew by as I tried to anticipate answers to any of Rick's questions or objections. I looked for options, backup plans, contingency arrangements. Anything and everything.

Although I had been awaiting Ricks arrival, I still jumped when he came in the door. My hopes were dashed when he handed me the divorce papers.

My first line of reasoning that we could stay in the house together and try to work things out was shot down.

When Rick returned from changing out of his work clothes I moved to my second approach, using the kids as leverage, also admitting how I been a stupid slut and could not live without him. Rick seemed empathic, but gave no counter offer, other than divorce with what he thought were good terms.

I changed course and brought out the big stick of fighting the divorce. Making him the laughing stock of the legal world. Blocking him from seeing his kids.

BINGO! Next thing you know, Rick and I are in a fine steakhouse. I had on one of my best dresses that the cleaner must have shrunk, as it was a little tight. No matter, I would soon be wearing my birthday suit as fast as I could.

I called Shelly from the ladies room at the restaurant.

"It going better than I could have dreamed of!"

"No way Danielle! How did you do it? I thought the divorce was a done deal?

"It was easier than I thought. I guess I am one hellva negotiator." I giggled into the phone. "Actually I forgot that Rick is a lawyer too. He knows the give and take of any transaction. The threat of me airing our dirty laundry in public brought him back to the bargaining table."

"That was all it took to call off the divorce? The stick, not the carrot?"

"Well I had to sweeten the pot quite a bit. You are part of the deal, I had to promise to get that thin trainer bitch Jennifer as a prize as well. The huge bonus was I pretty much got Rick to agree I can have a little fun on the side every now and then."

"I don't believe that Danielle! Rick letting you fuck around?"

"Believe it. When he heard I could arrange to have you move in full time, plus balance the scales by finding him some young honey if I strayed, Rick didn't even object."

"Ohh, I am getting wet just thinking about this. Any chance we can we start tonight?"

"Let me get Ricks motoring running a little more. Stand by your phone."

"Fuck that. I am going to be sitting in the drivers seat, with both the car motor and my motor running, waiting for your call."

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An hour later a stunned Shelly and I were watching Rick walk out the door.

"What the hell..." Shelly said, her teddy halfway off, exposing one breast. "Did Rick just turn us both down and say he was going through with the divorce?"

I jumped off the sofa so mad I could spit nails. "That son of a bitch! I am going to fry his ass.'

Shelly pulled back up her teddy. "You going to fight the divorce?"

I thought about it for a second. "I'll need something to even the odds. Rick holds all the cards in the courtroom. I have a way to give me some leverage in this mess. Get Rick back to the bargaining table."

"What are you going to do?"

"I thought about reporting that Rick was sexually molesting the kids."

Shelly visually paled. "Danielle, you can't do that!"

"Sure I can, lots of women do." I replied while pacing. "That is the problem though. It is so common for wives to accuse their husband of sexually molesting the children, the courts have almost become immune to it. To make the charge stick I would need something to show smoke where there is fire. I stopped pacing. "The kids or a physical exam will never back me up. I could download a bunch of kiddie porn on Rick's computer. That would be easy enough."

Shelly tried to reach out to me. "Stop! Think about what you are saying. What could happen if you get caught. How bad it could be if you do this."

I started pacing again. "You're right. The kind of computer knowledge needed to pull it off so some geek Rick hires cannot trace it back to me is outside my skill set. The blowback if I got discovered would be catastrophic. I would lose it all, my license, the kids, Rick. It's too risky, Damn, Damn, Damn."

Shelly breathed a sigh of relief as I sat down next to her.

"But Shelly there is one charge the courts always side with the women on. I report that Rick slapped me around, and by law, one of the couple must at least spend the night in jail. A minimum 24 hour cooling down period. The police every time haul the guy off in these cases. It fits my needs perfectly. Domestic abuse is not seen as bad as child abuse, Rick gets time in jail to cool off, and see the downside of his planned actions."

"Has Rick ever laid a hand on you?"

"Of course not, but a charge of domestic abuse following Rick around will keep him off balance."

Shelly gave me a hug. "I know you are hurting, and I think you are in shock or something. Because the Danielle I know, would never do something like this to the man she loves."

"You got it wrong. I am not doing this TO Rick. I am doing this FOR Rick. So we can stay together, get some counseling, therapy to work this mess out."

"Danielle you are wrong. You have Rick locked up and he will NEVER talk to you. Forget about ever getting him into therapy or counseling. Why not try to be the good ex-wife, give Rick what he wants. After he gets over his hurt and pain you can be his friend, after twelve years you gotta know what buttons to press. From friend, it is one more step to lover and then wife again."

I considered Shelly's words for a moment before disregarding them. "Too much downside. Too much chance of some other bitch getting her claws in him. Think about it, while just getting in shape, Rick was able to attract four women to fuck him, Including you."

At least Shelly had the good sense to blush. "So Shelly, imagine what kind of gold-diggers a fit good looking Rick will attract once he gets a position as one of the top dogs at his Law Firm. It's too risky, I need something more solid to hold over Ricks head, like the contract we did before."

"Oh Yes, and look how well the contract idea worked out." Shelly said dryly. "This domestic abuse plan is even worse. Rick's lawyer Reynolds, or one of the young sharks there will shred you if you got no proof."

"I know Shelly that is why I need you to hit me a bunch of time. Hard enough to leave some bumps and bruises we can photograph. We will even get a few marks on you. Makes you a more credible witness if you got injured pulling Rick off me. Both of us in fear for each other lives, blah, blah, blah."

It took a while for me to get Shelly onboard, but finally we spent a few minutes punching and slapping each other. Unfortunately the results in the mirror were not promising. Aside from some redness, we had no real visual damage.

"God Damn it Shelly, you hit like a girl!" I whined, examining my pseudo injuries.

"Duh." Shelly replied. "What do you expect, I was raised as Daddy's little princess, not some dyke tomboy."

I went into our bedroom and return with one of Ricks socks filled with coins.

"Try hitting me with this Shelly. I saw it in a prison movie once."

Shelly swung the sock filled coin around her head. "You sure this is not going to hurt too much?"

"I was 10 hours in labor with my twins, I think I can stand a few loves taps from a Daddy girl who.."

Next thing you know I am on the ground. My lip is bleeding and my head is buzzing.

"This works great!" Shelly exclaimed. "Your lip is swelling already."

I think Shelly went a bit overboard, not even stopping when I was curled into ball on the ground telling her to quit. But I got a good shot in giving her a nice black eye.

As I picked up the phone to dial the metro police, I couldn't help to break out into a little smile. The pain in my lip reminded me not to smile when the officers arrived. I knew the pain was worth it to get my family back.

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Things went pretty much how you expected. A squad car arrived and took our statements with some documenting photos. I was a little unnerved by the older female patrol officer who seemed skeptical about our stories.