Maybe after she puts in some work

Can't blame her for trying. But there is no way she gets everything she wants so easily. Maybe she can work for it though. "Sharon, geeze, this is the first time I've seen you for months after we broke up. Laying it on a little thick, don't you think?"

Sharon flinched, and looked down to the side. "You're right, Dan, I'm sorry. Could we maybe try being together again, at least?"

Faking a thoughtful expression, Dan hummed. "You know how much pain I went through because of you? I think you'll need to work on yourself a bit before I try another relationship. Lucky for you, I have some suggestions."

"Oh, anything you want! It's only fair that I put in some effort on my end." Sharon exclaimed.

"Good. First? I want you made up every day. I don't wanna be with some lazy Plain Jane. If you want to be with me, I want some real eye candy."

Sharon stared at Dan, a mixture of desperation and dismay. That's an awfully shallow demand. She's more than just a pretty face. And every day? Even just lounging at home? Still. She needed to be utterly devoted to Dan. She couldn't risk messing up this one opportunity by second guessing him. "Of course Dan. Do you mind coming with me to the bathroom? I'll put some makeup on right now."

Pleased, Dan nodded and followed her. "Good initiative, Sharon. Maybe we'll be together again still." Sharon's heart jumped at the suggestion. Dan continued "Second: I think I'll take you up on your offer of living here. But I don't want to pay rent. I'm deciding whether or not to get a job, but you should be paying all of our expenses either way."

Starting with some mascara, Sharon responded "Dan, I would be so happy to live with you here. Using my money for all the bills is a small price to pay."

"Great! Hopefully you'll have enough after my third suggestion. You could use some bigger boobs. Yours are pretty nice already, but I don't want to just settle for 'good enough'. Those handfuls should be some big fake bolt ons." Dan moved on to larger demands.

Again, something in Sharon's mind rebelled. Surgery? Breast surgery!? To shove some plastic in her tits? She didn't want to live with back pain, her boobs were heavy enough as is. Would they get in the way? How expensive would that be? And what would people think? No one would take her seriously if she just pumps up her tits for no good reason. All these concerns and more fought to be voiced. But Sharon just paused her makeup routine for a moment, and then reached for the lipstick. Anything for Dan. "How big do you think? I can make a call to see about an appointment today."

Dan was surprised by her apparent acceptance, unaware of the conflict in her own mind. She was doing a good job of hiding her reservations. "I dunno breast sizes. Just go for the biggest the doctor says is safe."

Oh god, she was going to look like a clown. This was going to be so uncomfortable. She was going to lose so much respect. "Great idea, Dan. The doctor is the professional, after all."

Emboldened, Dan made one final request. "I agree! Okay, one last thing, Sharon. I need an open relationship. And an open marriage, if it comes to that. I have a lot of girls who need a good dicking, and it would be selfish of both of us if we kept that to ourselves." Dan didn't even try to hide his smug condescension at this point.

Jesus christ, what a chauvinist. What a pig. What a piece of work. What a... wonderful man. The perfect man for her. Sharon's mind warred against itself. Everything he suggested was so awful. Could she even be a devoted wife to a man who wasn't even remotely faithful? Why turn herself into a walking wet dream for a man who would be fucking other women all the time? Why live with him, cook for him, pay for him, clean for him? She was getting nothing in return.

For the first time, Dan saw the worry in Sharon's face. He could tell she was having a hard time accepting this. She put down her makeup, and turned to face him. He had to admit, she looked beautiful at this point. But she had a hard look on her face, and didn't say anything. He didn't either.

Makeup like a doll every day. Pay for everything he needs. Bigger tits. Let him fuck other women. An absurd list of demands. And who knows what else. She should kick him out right now. She should give him the castigation of a lifetime. She should listen to him. She should do it all. She should do it all for him. She NEEDS to do it all for him. If she didn't, how could she be an utterly devoted wife for him? That's her whole purpose in life. The reason she was put into this world. "Ok, Dan. I hope those other girls appreciate the gift you give them. And I hope you come home to me after you're done."

Dan internally breathed a sigh of relief, but maintained his mask of someone who was extending an olive branch. "Thank you, Sharon. I think we might really have a chance this time. I really appreciate you putting in the effort. Though, I guess it still remains to be seen if you will follow through."

"I will Dan. Next thing on my agenda for the day is searching for a good plastic surgeon. I'll take the soonest appointment possible." She began searching for her phone, with full truth and intent behind her words.

"That's great Sharon. Well, I gotta grab some stuff from home if I'll be moving in with you. I'll probably be back later today." Dan moved to leave.

"Oh, wait!" Sharon exclaimed. "Can we maybe... kiss goodbye?"

Dan looked back, a hand on the open door. "Maybe when I see the real proof of your effort," gesturing at Sharon's chest. Then he closes the door.