The rules are being tightened.
Waking up in the morning, the first thing I did was go check on my wife's condition.
My wife was sleeping curled up in a ball, her hands tucked between her legs. I lifted the blanket and saw that in her sleep she was trying to hold onto her crotch, but since her crotch was essentially one big hole, her palms had sunk into it. She was actually gripping her pubic bone, thereby keeping the vaginal entrance wide open.
I rolled my wife onto her back, spreading her knees wider to assess her improvements in the daylight.
My wife opened her eyes and smiled when she saw me. And in the corners of her eyes, droplets of tears had formed. "Why did you
leave me alone for so long? I thought that cursed cone would tear me apart or I'd suffocate from the gag in my throat first, and then be torn to pieces. I tried to support myself by pushing my hands against the stool, but I almost ripped my nipples off. In the pain, I completely forgot my hands were tied to them. That pain was the last thing I remember. Why did you do this to me?""Well, forgive me, my love. It happened by accident. But thanks to this painful procedure, you've made great progress towards the ideal. Your hole was so magnificently gaping yesterday, it was impossible to look away. Even Inna appreciated the beauty of your hole. You're getting better and better, and I love you more and more. Just don't stop on your path of improvement."
I began kissing my wife's eyes, which were shining with happiness. Then the tip of her nose. Then her lips, kissing me back greedily and passionately. My hand caressed her breast, squeezed and pulled her nipples. My wife arched her back towards my hands with a moan, and her arms wrapped around my neck, trying to keep me longer and prolong the kiss. And my hand was already sliding down her stomach, slowly approaching her lower abdomen.
The first thing my fingers encountered was the clitoral hood. I felt between my fingers the thin, matchstick-like body of the clitoris and the clitoral head, the size of a match head. Moving the hood skin along the little stick, I jerked this mini-cock, and it became as hard as a real matchstick. My wife liked this, and her breathing deepened. I tried to stroke my wife's perineum with my palm, but my palm sank into the wet hole. I was mentally blown away. My open palm freely sank inside her vagina. And judging by the squelching sound that followed, such a stretched state didn't hinder its full function at all. And judging by the fact that my wife spread her legs even wider and thrust her pelvis towards my hand, her sensitivity hadn't suffered either. Making a fist, I started plunging it into this hole. When I pushed in, there was a squelch, and when I pulled my fist out, there was a wet *smack-splat*, and I felt the splattering vaginal lubrication spraying me. I wanted to see it.
Breaking off the kisses, I sat between my wife's legs and watched as my fist flew in and out, barely touching the vaginal walls and entrance. Only the labia lying at the edges of the hole made contact with the fist, and they didn't even close around my wrist. But the wet *smack* still managed to sound.
Looking up at my wife, I saw that with her eyes closed, she was savoring every moment of her pleasure, her fingers twisting and pulling her nipples.
The sight of my wife pleasuring herself, shamelessly lying with her legs wide apart and her vagina wide open, aroused me greatly. It was a stark contrast to her usual behavior—only in the dark, only under the covers, and the lady doesn't move. So I was only further convinced that I was doing everything right.
Clearing all extraneous thoughts from my head, I gave in to my arousal and rushed to get my share of pleasure.
I sucked and licked her clitoris. I licked and sucked her labia. I penetrated as deep as I could into her vagina with my tongue. The juice flowing from it seemed like a divine drink, driving me crazy. In the moments when my tongue returned to caress her clitoris, my fist tried to extract as much moisture as possible from her vagina and spread it all over her vulva, so I'd have something to lick up.
And then my wife was hit by an orgasm. She arched like a bow, clamping my head between her thighs. At the same time, her pelvis made intricate movements, almost twisting my neck. When the wave of orgasm passed, I exhaled in relief and was able to move my head away from such a dangerous place.
My wife lay with her eyes closed, breathing heavily and gradually relaxing.
"Oh no, darling, that's not all."
I clench both hands into fists inside her vagina. Now I feel the taut vaginal walls. I feel them sliding. Slowly, I completely pull both fists out simultaneously and then just as slowly shove them back in. They go in snugly, though without resistance. My wife began breathing deeper and lifted her pelvis to meet my hands. As the movements of my hands accelerated, so did my wife's. I start sharply yanking my fists out of her vagina, so much so that the vaginal walls threaten to pop out. With each time, the vagina tries harder and harder to turn inside out. I'm simply losing my mind at this sight. I want it to turn inside out. With each thrust, my wife growls louder and stronger, like an engine revving when you gun it. With the next thrust, my wife starts shaking violently—her eyes roll back, her body convulses like an epileptic's. Then she arches into a bow and falls relaxed onto the bed. My wife is out cold.
Suddenly, applause sounds behind me. I turn sharply and see Inna smiling: "Well, you really are something! Getting a hole like that so worked up. I thought that hole was already useless for sex and only good for warming hands. Well, alright, let's go have breakfast. We have a workday ahead of us today."
"Well, I'm certainly not against breakfast, but I didn't get my share in this game."
"As you wish. I'll help you relax now."
"No, Inna. In this case, I'm interested in experimenting specifically with this particular hole. And we need to check how well we've eliminated her gag reflex."
"But as I see it, she's in no condition to work right now anyway. And time's ticking. We'll check her from all sides together this evening."
"Wow, my eloquent one! You convinced me. Suck it. Or do you want it for dessert?"