Not my bag. I think she’s moved in with Van.’ Van was a fairly prominent underground cartoonist, very kinky, infamous for his unusual death a few ...years later. ‘Oooh, that feels good. You have good hands. How about that crazy girl from Mendocino?’ ‘Who, d’you mean ZigZag Girl? Wow, she was, like, all over me for a while. Then she went to Santa Cruz and ran into some street-corner guru who gave her a new mantra. She was always a sucker for mantras. Ommm…’ Why the interest in my love life? ‘Ron,. Now he's good a red ass as well as a red face!"They both laughed. I realised Lucy was doing me a favour in a way. The sooner I left my dignity at the door in this strange place the sooner I would get to enjoy what I came for - watching my wife have the time of her slutty little life!Chapter Two: The Pussy StretcherMy wife had been sore all week after an encounter at the club with a guy they called pussy stretcher. Apparently he earned the nickname through being particularly well endowed, even. Over the next few months, we started to incorporate the toys more and more into sex play. The smaller toy with the thick knot on the bottom started to be used on a regular basis, and I would always push as much of the thick knot into her pussy as possible, sometimes getting the whole thing in. More often than not, it would leave her sore, but usually only for a day now, and not several days. I would always lick her and use the vibrator while doing it, and she would have explosive orgasms with. She must have been dreaming. ‘Dianna, are you up?’ her mother called. Her voice sounded insistent and a little irritated. ‘Yes, Mom, I’m awake,’ the slim teenager replied. Darn it, Matt had been just about to… Matt! Why was she dreaming about Matt? She shook her head and got out of bed, then headed for the bathroom. When she’d showered and dressed, she headed downstairs for the kitchen, and the breakfast she knew her mother would have ready. The fact that she’d been dreaming about Matt.