She took a deep breath and turned around, lifted her chin. "Hello, Doctor."
Doc nodded at Devney. "You look very nice today."
She blushed but remained quiet.
"Coffee, Doc?" I asked. I went and filled a mug for myself and for Devney, pulling out a chair for her at the opposite end of the table from Catherine, who was still sprawled out on top, her skirt still up over her waist. She was crying softly. The way her ass cheeks were clenching, I could tell she was trying to close them, without success.
"No, thank you. I just had a cup with Grant and Maura." He placed his black leather satchel down on the dining table near Catherine. "I guess Catherine's first?" He chuckled. "How's her training coming?"
He spoke as if the woman wasn't prostrate with a gaping ass.
"She's being such a good girl. She's taken to the large corks well, as you can see. Enjoys them."
"Yes, her ass really seems to like being stretched. How long do you leave a cork in?"
"Usually all day, until after dinner. Then she spends the evening trying to close back up. I like to watch her when she does. The cork I just took out, I put in last night and removed it this morning so she could bathe and put in a pill. She couldn't close up on her own so I fucked her ass, but that didn't help."
Catherine sniffled.
"I put the cork back in, planning to take it out tonight. But she needed some minor correction so she showed Sam how she can handle a big cork. Now she can't close up."
"Do you have problems with that often, Catherine?" Doc asked.
Catherine's face was red and splotchy, her cheeks tear stained. "I'm a terrible wife," she cried. "I try and I try and I can't close up!"
"You're an amazing wife, sweetheart. You close up if I fuck your ass, often the first time. You know how much I like to do that, and I don't mind if it takes two or three times," Jake replied soothingly.
"So you can't do it by yourself?" Doc asked Catherine.
She shook her head, tears falling onto the table. "No. Jake has to help me."
"Does she like having her ass stretched?" Doc asked Jake.
"Loves it. So much so that Catherine can only come when I fuck her ass. She used to be able to rub her clit and orgasm, but that doesn't work for her anymore. She's crying now because she can't close up, isn't that right, sweetheart?" He ran a hand over her head, rested at the nape of her neck. "I might have to fuck her a few times for that to happen. You'll like that, won't you Catherine?"
"Yes, Jake." Her voice was breathy and filled with anticipation.
I held up a hand. "You can take her just where she is. No worries."
Doc asked Jake, "Is she still getting wet for you?"
Jake caressed a pale globe of her ass. "You're wet for me, aren't you, sweetheart?" He could see the answer on her pussy and thighs, but wanted her to voice it aloud.
Catherine replied again, her voice soft. "Yes, Jake."
"I'll check closely in a minute, but I told this to Cole on Sunday since Tessa mostly sucks cock. It applies to Catherine as well. If a woman's pussy doesn't get fucked often enough, it might not be wet all the time. Since you fuck Catherine's ass predominantly, you'll want to watch her pussy carefully. You'll need to pussy fuck her at least once a day, and if not, she should wear a harness with a dildo affixed so her pussy's filled and stays nice and wet."
Jake nodded. "Sure Doc. It's important that she's wet and ready for me at all times."
"Then let's check her. Have you fucked her pussy yet today?"
"No. Just her ass earlier. Like I said, when she's nice and stretched like this, all I want to do is fuck her ass. I like helping her close up."
"Then let's get her fitted with a harness. If she's gaping so much, you could always affix a large plug to it along with the dildo."
I kept a close eye on Devney as the men talked. So much was new to her - being a wife, living somewhere new, adjusting to other people and the strict rules she had to follow. I wanted to keep her off kilter and reliant on me, but I didn't want to overwhelm her either.
Devney tugged on my arm. "Are you planning on doing that to me?" she leaned in and whispered.