Marriage Experiment Gone Wrong by J.W. McKenna Page B

turn to be shocked. I’ve never thought I was small – I’d guess my cock measures about five inches or so. I’d always thought it was enough for her. Now I was beginning to understand the problem we’d been having in bed. It wasn’t just that I was selfish not to allow her to come first – she needed more to stimulate her. I wasn’t offended, not really. I was actually feeling magnanimous. I had had her for twenty years and she’d never complained about the size of my cock. She had just made do. Now it was my turn to give her what she had secretly been missing all these years.
    “Yes, with a big cock.” I paused. “It’ll probably have to be a black man. You okay with that?”
    She nodded, her eyes bright. “Sure.”
    And so the grand experiment began. I’m not sure either one of us really expected to go through with it. I wasn’t sure I could find a man for her, nor was I sure Diane could lose the weight. But we did take the first step. We had a naked weigh-in the next morning and I was surprised to find she had gained twenty-four pounds since our wedding twenty-one years ago, when she had weighed just one-thirty. I told her she looked great and hugged her. I thought she might cry.
    “I mean that. You look so good right now, I’d like to take you back to bed!” We hadn’t made love for over a week and I felt my cock stirring.
    “No! I’ve got to get to the gym! I can’t let another man see me like this!” Her tone was teasing, like she was kidding.
    We both had had gym memberships for years and hardly used them. I was seeing the determined side of Diane now and it impressed me. I knew what she was capable of when she set her mind to it. Right then and there, she told me she would lose fifteen pounds before spring.
    Still, it’s one thing to make a resolution and another thing to keep it. When she started going to the gym regularly, it dawned on me that she really wanted to do this. It made me feel uneasy even as it excited me to think about sharing her. Did I really want to go through with it? Thinking about how hard my cock got whenever the subject came up made me realize I did.
    It took her a couple of months to lose the weight, but she never faltered. She ate more sensibly too. When she stepped on the scale in late March and it showed she weighed just one-thirty-six, I knew I’d better figure out how to find her a man!
    “I’m not done, either,” she crowed. “I’m going to lose another five pounds.”
    “My god, you look great, honey. You’ve got muscles now!” It was true. She looked ten years younger. I felt some jealousy surface, the same way it had surfaced when I watched Liz and my roommate Jake head into his bedroom. I had also found it to be the most erotic thing I had ever done.
    The challenge had moved to me and I was woefully unprepared. How does a middle-aged man find a nice stud for his wife? Duh – the Internet! I began perusing chat rooms and cuckold sites to find someone. I figured I’d cast a wide net and cull through the choices to find a guy who well endowed, maybe was a few years younger than us and happy with a one-time deal.
    When I put up my inquiry, I was very nervous. I thought of all the horror stories about couples who had been slain in their sleep by someone they met online. Actually, I couldn’t remember that actually happening but it sounded possible.
    I wouldn’t say the offers poured in. I had a trickle of interest, with most asking what Diane looked liked. Not that I used her name, of course. I didn’t have any new pictures of my wife so I asked her to pose in a skimpy outfit to show off her new body. When she found out why, she recoiled.
    “You want to put my picture up on the Internet? Are you nuts? What if our kids see it?”
    “I have to show what you look like if I’m going to get any responses,” I told her. “You won’t be naked – you can wear something slinky, like that green dress I like.”
    That mollified her. She put on the green