God it was so much better being a trophy wife than a silly old CEO!
All she had to do now was look sexy and fuck like a rabbit and Henry would buy her whatever she wanted.
None of that terrible stress that came with her old job, no demands from underlings, no worries about the next round of financing… just look pretty and fuckable.
Lindsey picked up one of the very expensive looking sweets as the other guests in the room milled around. The smell was intoxicating, but she knew it would go right to her stomach, so she gingerly brought it to her lips and bit off the smallest sliver of it she could and savoured the taste as it dissolved in her mouth.
Once it had passed she grabbed a napkin from the table and wrapped up the rest of the treat to dispose of. However right then and there she made a promise to herself, when she finally hit her goal weight, she’d have a whole treat, not just a taste!
She let out a little sigh, never letting her smile waver, it was one of the few things that were hard about being a trophy wife. She was always concerned about getting that perfect flat tummy, the perfect round ass, the giant fake titties, it was just so much to juggle!
Take for instance her breast implants had added three whole pounds to her… she’d had to work extra hard to shed them again.
And when she did those pounds seemed to come straight off her ass, so she’d had to work even harder to get it to be plump and round again!
Lindsey’s train of thought was interrupted by Henry and another man she recognized coming over to her.
“You remember our former CEO Lindsey Rehnquist right?” Henry asked of the other man as he waved his had towards her.
“Of course, a pleasure to see you again Lindsey.” the man said and extended his hand.
Lindsey took it and swiveled towards him as she pushed out her tits so he got a view of her best assets.
“You too… Graham giggle” she replied, his name finally coming to her. He’d been one of their major clients when she’d been CEO, and she assumed he still was.
“Tell Graham about your time at the lab Lindsey.” Henry instructed her.
Lindsey blinked as a shiver ran through her body at the thought of the two weeks she’d been in the bowels of the lab.
“Of course! Henry and his team caught me just before I was going on vacation and brought me down to the lab. There they showed me how silly I was for thinking that a dumb slut like me could be CEO. They showed me how I was perfectly suited to be a silly little trophy wife, slutting myself up for my husbands pleasure, and sucking and fucking him until he gave me all the yummy cum I could ever want! giggle“
It was the hardest part of becoming a trophy wife, those two weeks. Hours and hours of drugs and sensory deprivations and audio and visual stimulation.
She’d resisted it at first, which only proved exactly how silly she’d been even back then, but it didn’t matter. By the end of the two weeks she was so happy to be on her knees sucking Henry’s cock that she didn’t even ask what the papers she was signing while she did it said!
“And would you recommend the process for someone else?” Graham asked.
“Oh my god yes! I’m soooo much happier now that I’m Henry’s little bimbo fuck toy! Every woman should be given the chance to experience the pure bliss of being used like me.” she replied with a smile from ear to ear.
“As you can see, the process is quite effective.” Henry said nonchalantly.
“I can at that. And you say you have halved the timeline for it?”
“Oh yes, we learned quite a bit from Lindsey. She was very helpful in optimizing the process. With a bit more research we think we can get it down to a long weekend.”
Graham nodded and smiled, “Well, you’ve convinced me. Let’s figure out how to get my cheating wife into your lab and fixed right up. I assume you can do, ah, custom work on her?”
“Of course, anything you’d like. Trigger words, scripted actions, specific focus areas, pretty much anything is possible.” Henry replied as he turned and started to walk away with Graham.
Graham was the third man that Henry had brought over and introduced her to, each one being given the same basic speech.
Talking about herself didn’t bother her though, so she was happy to answer any questions they might have. What did disappoint her was the fact that she hadn’t gotten to suck any of their dicks and it had been hours since she’d sucked Henry’s.
If this kept up for the rest of the night she’d have to beg Henry to let her suck him off on the ride home… and in the living room… and in the kitchen… and in the bedroom… several times.
A giggle escaped her lips and she realized how silly she was being… even if Henry had whipped out his dick right then and there and let her suck it in front of the entire party, she’d still be begging him on the way home… and when they arrived home… and when they went to bed.
