I had got Hailey to describe it to me numerous times but nothing she said conveyed the sense of power it had. I panicked slightly at the thought of what such a thing could do to my wife's p***y, but I realized that by now she was accustomed to it, having probably f****d Justin more times in the last few weeks than she has me in the last year.
I think I must have drifted off again. My mind, delirious with lust and jealousy, was filled with images of my wife f*****g Justin, her p***y, the p***y she shaves for him, being stretched and filled, her whole body convulsing with wave after wave of orgasm that he gives her.
I awoke again with the sound of the bedroom door. This time it was Hailey; she was naked too, and was tiptoeing towards my room. She stood in the open doorway, her beautiful bo
