Jack leaned back, watching his wife Kelli bustle about the kitchen preparing their breakfast. Though cramped and seriously out of style, the cabin's kitchen contained enough modern applicances and cookware to enable her to whip up a nourishing and filling meal. They'd need the energy. By his estimation, today's activities would be the most intense so far, and given what he'd put his wife through, that was saying something. Today also marked the halfway point of their 14-day plan. Just seven days left until redemption. He hoped they'd both have the strength to see it through.

Kelli was reacting well to his conditioning, especially this morning. Gliding through the kitchen, she'd often look over for direction or approval. He wondered if her newfound docility was the result of the pain she received, or the realization that the pleasure was worth the pain. Either way, there was no doubt that she wanted to continue her journey. And no doubt that she'd do anything to please him.

Just a week ago he wouldn't have been able to imagine his wife cooking breakfast for him in the nude. In fact, she'd never even left their bedroom clad in anything less than a bathrobe. Getting her to feel at ease with her body had been one objective. Getting her to explore new areas of sex had been another. Today he was going to try and put the two together, using both sensitive and brutal means. But he had a small problem. The rage that had sustained him, that had pushed him to push her, was rapidly fading. He no longer wanted to punish her for her affair. He no longer felt the need to teach her a lesson. Worse, his hormones and lust weren't making up for the missing rage. His actions, instead, were becoming colder and more calculated. And that worried him. Had he always had this animal inside him? Was the redemption plan just a construct, a fiction his mind had created in order to release the animal? He didn't know. But he was afraid he might discover the truth.

Kelli's soft, sexy ass beckoned to him. Glowing in the morning sun that streamed in through the window, it looked innocent and virginal. A far cry from the angry red skin he'd encountered the day before, when he'd bent her over for her first ass fucking. Then she'd been sitting on a thick dildo for over two hours, while a strap-on vibrator kept her in a buzzing state of sexual frustration. His first stroke into her virginal asshole had been as tight and blissful as the first time he'd bedded her on their honeymoon. He could safely say that anal sex would become a regular part of their sexual repretoire. The memory of her bent over helpless sparked an idea.

"Lay on the table," he ordered as she approached to deliver his breakfast. Quickly setting aside the egg-filled plate, Kelli jumped on the table and lay down, her legs open and pussy pointed in his direction. Reaching for a nearby coil of rope, he spent the next few minutes securing her wrists and ankles to the table legs. As he moved about she watched him intently, her face a mixture of curiousity and dread. He gagged her with a dishtowel, but left her eyes uncovered. He wanted her to see and appreciate his efforts. As he paused to assess his work, the delicate folds of her exposed pussy caught his eye. What better way to check the rope's tightness?

Pulling up a chair, he bent and ran the tip of his tongue over the puckered folds, leaving a moist trail that glittered in the sunlight. He smiled as she tried unsuccessfully to squirm away from his touch, her hips strapped to the table. He kept the touch of his tongue light and easy, never parting the skin, only skimming the peaks. Despite his delicate touch her odor began to waft up, driven by the juices flowing inside. Wrapping his arms around her legs he began licking her slit more assertively, the flat of his tongue pressing the coral-colored ridges against her skin. He could taste her juices now as they welled up through the trembling folds of her slit. He slowly worked his tongue into the bottom of her valley, parting the crevice to reach the hot, moist skin inside. He savored her bitter flavor even as he ran his tongue up her crevice like a knife opening an envelope. Wetting his finger, he placed it on the puckered rosebud of her anus and pressed hard. After a few moments hesitation, her muscles parted to let him enter her sinful hole right up to the third knuckle. She gasped and strained at the intrusion, settling back only when he resumed licking her molten cunt.

He could bring her off, he knew, with just a few touches of tongue to clit. He could make her writhe and gasp in the throes of a powerful orgasm, right atop their breakfast table. Or he could tease and torture her some more. Pulling his mouth from her wet and shuddering hole, he blew a steady stream of air on her, the cool air making her hotter than ever. She begged him to continue, her words lost in the cloth muffling her mouth. Her wide eyes pleaded with him but he just laughed at her plight. She had many morelevels to ascend before he'd let her cum.

Leaving her cunt untouched for the moment, he grabbed a fork and approached her from the side. Once assured that she was watching, he placed the fork on her heaving tit and forced the nipple between the tines. She struggled hopelessly for a moment, mesmerized by the sight of her nipple squeezed between the gleaming, cold stainless steel. Working busily, he pressed another fork onto her other nipple, fascinated by how quickly the engorged flesh mushroomed above the captive tines. Grabbing additional cutlery from the table, he pressed two spoons into her cunt, opening her hole like a gynecologist's speculum. After releasing her ankles from their bonds, he pushed the handle of a knife deep into her anus, before placing assorted other implements all over her body. Deciding that such a work of art needed documenting, he got the camera from the bedroom and took shot after shot of her wife dressed in stainless steel. He even came up with a name for his expose: Good enough to eat.

Surprisingly, Kelli appeared to be as turned on by his artistic rendition as he was. With every insertion her breathing had become more ragged, and every time he moved her breast forks she moaned in a desperate, pleading way. The thought of his prudish wife enjoying such humiliating treatment stiffened his cock in a very exciting way. He could take her right here, right now, and she'd probably welcome the penetration. But he could have her inside a building any time; this weekend gave him an opportunity to enjoy the great outdoors.