14/02/2020
I married twice. The first was a disaster. Then I met my second. To keep a preamble short, - she'd been raised by a fanatically moralistic mother who had done serious damage to her daughter's sexuality. Wendy knew it and loathed her mother as a consequence, but could not escape, leading a life of terrible frustration, made the worse by her extreme teen horniness without resolution. She'd not even discovered masturbation. One can only imagine the pain of those awful teen years that were only esolved when she met me.
It appeared that finally she'd escaped to go to uni, and had moved to the city, immediately trying desperately to get laid, but she had serious vaginismus. Nobody was getting in. Until she asked, no, implored me to ram the gates. It hurt like hell, but it did cured the vaginismus,
I immediately told her to go to town and pick up a fuck or three which she did and our life together began - an open marriage wherein she (and I) could have as much sex outside marriage as we craved.
Slowly but surely I began to train her in the art of depraved sex, and she took to it with gusto. I'd always fantasised living with a nympho, and tho Wendy was not, (she could be satisfied, unlike a real nympho, but just liked a lot. she said she wanted a mixed soup of semen from many men, inside her at all times. Since sperm lived 2 to 3 days inside a girl, I asked her to please make sure she got laid at least every couple of days to keep her womb satisfactorily occupied, full of extramarital mixed sperm. Part 2 soon, when things really heat up...