“Okay, okay. Sorry, go on.” She said, trying to hide her smirk.“Second, the volume of my… orgasms… has increased quite a bit. I won’t go i...to detail on that.” I continued. “And lastly, perhaps a little confusing to complain about, but it worked. Like really well. Maybe too well.”“What do you mean by ‘it worked too well’?” She asked, confused.“I mean it grew. And I don’t mean by a little bit. I mean it’s twice what it was and seems to be still growing.” I said, now just looking only at the floor. The rubber covering seemed to fold aboutas caught the side of her lips and cheeks like a passionate kiss.She loved her vacuum. It had been with her as long as she couldremember. Then like most men. The vacuum slowed down then stopped. Acontented beep and a flash of its headlamp it rolled over signaling itwas done.This was not the first time she did it with the vacuum. She even did itonce with the broom. Always in the study; never in the other rooms. Theyfelt more alive in the study. Like they. Even its fresh coat of paint doesn’t hide the fact that the owner found the cheapest possible locale for his illicit sex shop. The ambiance, however, was not what brought me there. Once inside, I quickly lost interest in the history of the place. As it was a home, the front door faced the street. Simply entering the place left me exposed to the torrent of traffic streaming down the boulevard. Every time I visited, I felt as if the passing drivers were watching me, knowing that I was going in. After a few more minutes of talk I convinced Joe that myintentions were purely out of love for Jeanne and that Ihad no other motive for asking him if he would like tofuck her. I explained to Joe about the less thanadequate size of my dick and the overabundant size of mywife’s cunt. Joe then became eager to accommodate me in my request,but I warned him that Jeanne knew nothing of what I wasplanning and that he wasn’t to reveal to her who he waswhile he screwed her. I told him I would.