”“Oooo! That’s an exciting thought but I’m certainly not ready for that! I take it you’re ok with the situation?” She stood up and headed ...or the bed we used. I was right behind her. We had a good fuck and she laid close to me, things still on her mind.“I feel sexy and wicked at the same time. I wish I could share this with my husband but I don’t know how to go about it.”I asked, “Lots of men think about sharing their woman. Has he ever mentioned it?”“When we were engaged he did but I was. Let’s say only now that Marylou gave this chubby girl, named Monica, this one and only prerogative: Monica was the only girl who could call her “Marie Louise”.So, when Marylou called her Mommy everything was possible.When Mistress Amy got near, Marylou threw herself to the floor and began to kiss her Mistress’ shoes. “Mommy, I went to see Mistress Judge Vanessa as she asked you. She was so fully pleased with your special schoolgirl daughter, that she promised to enroll her two new law girl. " He shook his head. "It doesn't fit though. Anyone who can write a story about a man m*****ing his cancer-ridden aunt where the sex is gripping and the guy comes off as a sympathetic figure - well, that person wouldn't let mere dislike keep him from writing a story." He took a long hit from his beer. I appreciated the compliment - I was justifiably proud of that story - but waited for the other shoe to drop. "Third, you could be one of those guys who's afraid if he writes about homosexual. Life was just getting fucking awesome and I wanted more. I started shopping online for big toys for her pussy. I started out with medium toys which did her no good and went to very large toys and she loved. I turned my petite little wifes pussy into a cavernous fucking pit. She became Shameless and would put anything into her worn out pussy. I became addicted to shoving bigger and bigger things into her and at one point had wine bottle in her pussy all day. I could actually feel the bottle.