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 perineum, but since the perineum was one big hole, her palms sank into it. She was essentially holding onto her pubic bone, thereby keeping the vaginal entrance wide open.

I turned 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 frozen. "Why did you

leave me alone for so long? I thought that damned cone would tear me apart or I'd suffocate from the gag in my throat first, and then be torn to shreds. I tried to support myself by pushing my hands against the stool, but I almost tore 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 the path of improvement.

I began kissing my wife's eyes, which were shining with happiness. Then the tip of her nose. Then her lips, greedily and hotly kissing me back. My hand caresses her breast, squeezes and pulls her nipples. My wife arches towards my hands with a moan, and her arms wrap around my neck, trying to keep me longer and prolong the kiss. And my hand is already sliding down her stomach, unhurriedly approaching her lower abdomen.

The first thing my fingers encounter is the clitoral hood. I feel 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 matchstick, I jerk this mini cock, and it becomes as hard as a real match. My wife likes this, and her breathing deepens. I try to stroke my wife's perineum with my palm, but my palm sinks into the wet hole. I'm mentally blown away. My open palm freely sinks inside her vagina. And judging by the squelching sound that followed, such stretchedness doesn'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 hasn't suffered either. Making a fist, I started driving it into this hole. Upon entry, there was a squelch, and when I pulled my fist out, there was a smack-splash, and I felt the splattering vaginal lubrication spraying me. I wanted to see it.

Breaking off the kisses, I sat down 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.

Raising my eyes to 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, strongly arouses me. This was a stark contrast to her usual behavior—only in the dark, only under the covers, and the lady doesn't move. So I only became more convinced that I was doing everything right.

Throwing all extraneous thoughts out of my head, I gave in to my arousal and rushed to get my piece of bliss.

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 off.

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 stretched 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 jerk, my wife growls louder and stronger, like an engine revving when you gun it. With the next jerk, my wife starts shaking like crazy—her eyes roll back, her body convulses like an epileptic's. Then she arches like a bow and falls relaxed onto the bed. My wife is out cold.

Suddenly, applause rings out behind me. I turn sharply and see Inna smiling: "Well, you're something else! Getting a hole like that so worked up. I thought that hole was already useless for sex and only good for warming hands. Well, okay, let's go have breakfast. We have a workday 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?