I could hear her heels clickon the stairs as she went upstairs. The next morning as I lied awake I could hear Mistressapproaching. She was dressed in ...a leather bra, leather mini skirt and had onthigh high, high heel boots. She looked wonderful. She said are you ready slaveand I meekly said yes Mistress. She let me out of the cell and immediatelyattached wrist and ankle restraints. She then put a leather hood over my headand gagged me. Mistress Brandi said it was time for some fun. She attached. It was history. It was then her standard, as a minimum, when I dated her and then married her. I learned that during our own first experiments.We decided to start swinging so that “she” could have the experiences that were more normal, for her. But, then that is when we ran into the reality that my critics describe well. Most swingers accept the length and width averages. But, because of the very first penis poked into her, my wife was a “size queen”. Nothing to be ashamed about. Rather, it was. I know that in that position my pussy really opens right up. It almost forms a circle of outer lips, you can see my clitoris, the inner lips and right up into my uterus. My pee-hole even opens a little and my anus is fully on display. I knew he would get a good result on his video as the light was coming in from the lounge window unobstructed. I managed to stay open like that for a minute or two. I could hear Tom licking his lips. I swayed a little and could feel myself getting a little wet. 'She's been trying to get me to give my soul to Jesus or something since she met me. My Dad was a Sikh, my Mum was mixed race, half Sikh, half Irish Catholic if you can believe that. My maternal Uncle and Aunt brought me up and they were agnostic. I think she sees me as a challenge,' Tyke explained. 'I'm not surprised with that ethnic and religious background,' I laughed. 'Yep. I don't dare tell her that I'm gay as well,' Tyke said, looking me in the eye. Maybe it was the beer, maybe it was.