I remember it like it was yesterday, the first time I managed to get my whole fist inside her. What an incredible day it was. But it didn't come about by accident. It wasn't like Amy was just able to take it just like that. This day took a lot of preparation, a lot of work, a lot of stretching. It started with little comments about enjoying being filled, enjoying the feeling of something stretching her insides. Then it progressed pretty rapidly onto toys, bigger and bigger toys. And then I saw it for the first time, the tiniest little gape emerging. When she closed her legs you'd only see it if you were looking, but it was there, and I was looking. As the months and years went on, it only got bigger, as we stretched her more and more. Sure, she can't really feel me anymore, well at least not if we're having vaginal sex. But I get pleasure in other ways, and nothing turns me on as much as seeing the ruined mess that was once such a tidy little package. My pretty little wife has been well and truly stretched!