What happens when you marry a woman with a mouth that does double-duty as a blowjob factory? You end up spending long hours wrenching your hands, wondering where your wife is, wondering whose cock is in her mouth and wether or not she's finally going to leave you for someone with a cock eight inches longer than your own. But, she doesn't ever leave. You're not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing; all you know is that the tales she spins about the men she fucks are starting to turn you on. You're not so concerned about her wandering eyes any more.