Transition period

For a new stage in my wife's life, I prepared the necessary tools, in our opinion, mine and Inna's. I bought large and small traffic cones. I turned a wooden cone, the tip of which had a diameter of 8 centimeters, and 20 centimeters below the diameter was 16.5 centimeters. I made two stainless steel expanders in the shape of hooks, similar to those gynecologists use during abortions to open the vaginal entrance. Then I made two more, but with eyelets on the ends, and connected them with a hinge. The result was an expanding cone that could be opened by pulling on the eyelets. From a water filter flask, 8 cm in diameter, and a sprayer pump, I made a vacuum pump

. I acquired several clamps for cross-clamping hoses. Despite being intended for small-diameter hoses, their size and weight were impressive.

Inna and I had a really hard time devising a plan for using all these devices. My wife, present during the discussion of methods to destroy her vagina, showed no enthusiasm but did not object either. When asked how she felt about it, she replied: "If you think it's necessary, then so be it."

The next day, my wife quit her job. Now we gave her work.

That day, I wanted to try having sex with my wife, to feel how much her vagina had changed over the past two months. Inna just snorted skeptically at this.

When I inserted my penis into my wife's vagina, at first I didn't even understand if I had entered. My wife, however, receiving a penis in her vagina for the first time in two months, became aroused just from that fact.

After sliding my penis back and forth, I felt the vagina moistening. Listening to my sensations, I felt the head of my penis sliding over the tender flesh of the stretched vagina. I liked the sensations. But I realized I wouldn't be able to cum from this.

Inna, as if reading my thoughts, says with a laugh:

"Well, what did you expect in this hole."

And she shoves her hand towards my penis. After wiggling her hand around a bit there, meeting no resistance, she says: "Even a horse would find it too roomy here. Come on, at least get hard, maybe you'll cum in this hole for the last time."

My wife, who until then had been focused on her own sensations and had become very aroused, became afraid of being left without an orgasm from a real penis, with fear and pleading in her voice:

"I can make it so you can cum. Don't leave. I want your penis, I feel it, it's better than what you're shoving into me."

Inna, taking her hand out, says mockingly:

"Well, show us your skills."

My wife brings her legs together. With the same movement, she pressed my balls inside the vagina. That was bliss. The cold balls sank into the hot, tender flesh. Starting to thrust, I felt, albeit weak, but still some grip on my penis. My wife began diligently thrusting her pelvis to meet my penis. As we approached orgasm, the vagina became wetter and the amplitude of our movements wider, and my balls slipped out of the vagina. I felt my penis dangling in emptiness. I had to cross my wife's legs to restore the grip. I felt that the strongest grip was at the vaginal entrance and began to completely withdraw my penis and drive it back in, overcoming the resistance of the clenched labia. And I felt I was about to cum. And my wife, surprisingly, experienced a powerful orgasm from my penis. That made me experience orgasm too.

As a result, a small lake of our fluids formed in the hollow between my wife's legs. My wife was still enjoying the echoes of the orgasm and was in no hurry to spread her legs. And Inna sat nearby and muttered in surprise:

"Well, wow. That's some trick. Unexpected. How is that?"

To bring Inna to her senses and remind her not to close off, I ordered her to drink all the fluid that had accumulated in my wife's vagina and around it.

At first, Inna balked: "I won't lick that hole. If you want, I can suck you off."

To which she received the answer:

"You already suck me off anyway. But you've gotten carried away and, it seems, forgotten who's in charge here. The fact that I allow you to manage my wife doesn't make you the mistress here. I'm just reminding you of your place in our family. So you will do what I said, and then I'll fuck you. And if you upset me again, I'll switch your places. And I don't need to explain to you what female revenge is."

You had to see it. Such a mix of emotions appeared on her face. A storm with a hurricane.

Prudence, however, prevailed.

But Inna still cheated. She sucked the fluids from my wife's vagina and, during a kiss, spat them into my wife's mouth. And even that option suited me.

The sight of Inna, seething with anger, licking my wife, really turned me on. And I positioned myself behind Inna, driving my penis into her tight vagina and pressing her face into my wife's crotch.

Inna's angry face, smeared with the juices from my wife's vagina, looks so arousing that I can't resist kissing her. Inna, without breaking the kiss, makes my wife move so that her head ends up between her legs, and presses her face into her own crotch, forcing her to lick my sperm.

Then she pushed me onto the bed and with all her passion, sucked my penis. And when I was about to cum, she stopped and, looking me straight in the eyes, said: "Never do that to me again." And turning to my wife: "And you, hole, will regret this."

That's the note we went to sleep on that day.

And the next day, Inna began to get back at us for her humiliation.