How I first confessed my love to my wife.

In the morning, waking up alone, I was surprised—where had my favorite girls gone?

After listening to the silence in the apartment, I headed to the bathroom, and upon leaving the bathroom, I went to look for my girls.

They were found in the large hall. My wife was sitting on the floor in front of the sofa, her face buried in Inna's crotch, quietly smacking her lips as she licked the area. Inna was lounging on the sofa, engrossed in her phone. She had placed her legs on my wife's shoulders so that her thighs rested on the shoulders and pressed my wife to the floor, while her calves, locked together, forced my wife's face into her vagina. No matter how much she wanted, my wife couldn't break free.

/> Judging by the fact that neither of them showed enthusiasm or seemed to be enjoying it, they had been sitting like that for quite a while. I understood that Inna was simply punishing my wife.

Inna noticed that I had entered and removed her legs from my wife's shoulders, ordering her to stand up.

When my wife rose, a one-and-a-half-liter bottle of mineral water fell out of her vagina.

Inna slapped my wife and hissed angrily:

"What did I tell you? You are not allowed to remove an object from your hole without permission. You will be severely punished."

Tears welled up in my wife's eyes:

"It's not my fault, it was an accident! It fell out on its own! My whole vagina has gone numb, I can't clench it, it won't obey!"

Inna smirked and, without any pity, promised to intensify the punishment for arguing.

"I see we have a new achievement. How long have you been sitting here?"

My wife stood there, pressing her palms to her crotch, holding the bottle, unsure of what to do.

I sat down on the sofa and called my wife over: "Come here, my joy. I can't wait to try your new upgrade. You never cease to amaze me."

My wife approached me with a timid smile. I moved her hands away from her crotch, and the bottle thudded to the floor. The entrance to her vagina remained gaping. I inserted a couple of fingers into the hole and wiggled them, assessing the space. It was as if I were wiggling a finger in my teacup. Then I inserted my hand up to the thumb and moved it around. My palm moved freely from side to side, and I felt no resistance. I made a fist and inserted it all the way to the bottom of her vagina without encountering any resistance from the vaginal walls. My arm went in more than halfway up my forearm. I moved my hand up and down, trying to give my wife pleasure, but she only looked at me devotedly and showed no signs, not even hints, of feeling anything. It seemed the rapid and intense stretching of her vagina had temporarily deprived it of sensation.

However, this hole greatly aroused me. Inna immediately took advantage of that. She sat on my erect cock and rode toward orgasm. We came fairly quickly and simultaneously.

After recovering from the orgasm, Inna got off my cock, turned her back to me, and sat down so that my cock was near the entrance to her vagina, then ordered my wife to suck. My wife, reinserting the bottle into her vagina, knelt between our legs. Taking my limp cock into her mouth, her nose bumped against Inna's vagina. Inna found this amusing. My wife sucks our mixed juices from my cock, while the semen and vaginal lubrication flowing from Inna's vagina, as if scooped out by my wife's nose, smear across her face.

When Inna noticed my cock was ready for action again, she guided it into her vagina and rode toward another orgasm. Meanwhile, she held my wife's head by the hair, pressing her face against our genitals. My wife tried to lick the fluid flowing from her friend's vagina, but it didn't work well; most of it smeared across her face.

After we came again, Inna made my wife suck and lick her vagina clean. Then, while my wife attended to my cock, Inna went to prepare breakfast for us.

And while Inna was cooking, my wife managed to get my cock hard again and suck her portion of semen from it. Then my wife began begging me to let her have a release too. But Inna entered the room and said that the only thing available for my wife's hole was the bottle dangling in it. And anyway, enough whoring around, it's time to eat.

In the kitchen, a "surprise" awaited my wife. On a stool stood a cone I had carved, widening from 8 centimeters to 19 cm.

"This is your spot now," she told my wife.

My wife looked at the monstrously large cone with fear and trembled.

Noticing this, I asked her if she wanted her vagina to be stretched even more. My wife looked at me and whispered, "Yes."

"That's good, I'm glad if that's the case. But why do you want that?"

"I see how much you like it. And I like the feeling of fullness and stretch in my vagina. I want to be stretched as much as possible. I want my vagina to be constantly gaping open. I want to be able to turn it inside out. I want to be the biggest hole in the world."

To say I was stunned by this confession is an understatement.

Impressed by this admission, I told my wife for the first time that I love her.