Daily.
The enjoyment she always showed of having sex with strangers (women of couples too) was always there.
She really enjoyed playing around. Very often with a big satisfied smile. Her benefit?
Men saw how she enjoyed to play with their cocks. Almost every cock she took in her mouth.
Countless times they wanted to fuck her mouth, with or without mercy.
Without mercy was the best to watch because she hadn't any problem with it. No, she cooperated.
And when they or she wanted more, she spread her legs for them. She about this: "It works as a magnet."
There were two things that wondered me always:
- a big part of these men were smart to see
- let's say 50% of them had a big cock.
Fortunately, we wrote a diary (275 pages long) of our happenings and our pillow talks about it.
Unfortunately, only two "bulls" visited at home.
BUT the hundreds of pictures and some video's keeps the memory alive.
Try to imagine the following real happened story:
It was exceptional that she hadn't contact with a guy but once we were in this position.
"Let us make love" she told me "and there will soon somebody approaching us".
She was very right.
She was on top of me while a very nice man with a real giant dick approached us.
I saw him putting a condom on his cock and without one word of communication he began to fuck her.
Fuck her? He raped her. She was still on top of me so I felt every thrust of him.
I felt too that he tried to fuck her as deep and as hard as possible.
Cries of pain escaped from her mouth so I asked her if I should stop him.
(That was a second time I asked her to stop a man. And it became the last time. Read later.)
"No" she said "let him do what he wants to do."
He came, withdrew and left us without saying one word.
At home, when asked, she told me:
"Yes, it was sometimes very painful but that's what happens when you're being fucked relentlessly. But what turned me on so much was that you had to hear and feel those painful thrusts, too. You had to experience them, you had to know that I wanted that at that moment, that you don't know me like that. I was very happy that you didn't stop him. Promise me you'll never ask me to stop anyone again.'
After a moment of silence, she posed me the following question: ‘Do you still love me after this explanation?’
Isn't it strange, with a wife like mine, that I play with myself almost every day?
She knew and adored it.