Perhaps toys and a variety of penises were the answer, however I further thought perhaps something deeper was involved here. What my wife REALLY neede... was a man who would fuck her long and deeply…(forget the toys). And this wouldn’t be easy, as she was never with anyone other than myself since she was sixteen years of age.The Plan:To keep this story of moderate length and straight, I began then to seriously consider my options…that is…for available men I mean.. "Here, here," said the guard. "You ain't allowed to touch 'im. Din' I tell you, lass?" Sorry," said Ivy very quickly and quietly. "Otto, who-put them-in, said to-tell-you-they-go up." What?" I said as if she had spoken Greek. The guard was not paying any attention."I'll bring you supper," Ivy said with a small smile. She glanced at my hairy groin and left, and I listened to the lock being thrown, twice. I spit a curved piece of steel, sharpened to a point on one end, onto the floor, sat on it. She looks up to see him looming over her, his massively muscular arms bulging as he flexes, intimidating the others. His massive cock begins to harden, as long as a horses, and almost twice as thick. Lucy screams as he unceremoniously forces it into her tight pussy, stretching it past its limits. There is a wet tearing noise as Lucys screams are renewed. He has stretched her so wide, it is literally beginning to tear her apart. He drives his cock deep into her womb, her cervix not even slowing. We do as much as we feel we can. But we can be inventive with what we do and still enjoy it.’‘Then you get poor souls like me’ I piped up.‘What’s the matter? Don’t you like what we’ve done?’‘I was maybe hoping for something a little less eye-catching’ I replied.‘You never know, you might start a new trend’ Jenny laughed.The hair play was over. We chatted as if we were out at dinner, robes stayed fastened and the conversation stayed sober. The evening was surreal.I gave up on getting someone to.