She rotated the dildo between her thighs, grinding the end into her cunt.

"Uummmmm!" The sound slipped from behind her lips as she felt the sides of the cool length of false prick moving in the place where she wanted a hard cock.

She gripped the end of the candle in one hand, holding it in place with the other. Janet tilted her hips upward, her legs held far apart, and pushed.

She felt the muscles at the entrance of her cunt grudgingly giving way, spreading, being driven apart by the invader. Slowly, bit by bit, the dildo pressed into her, separating the walls of her cuntal tunnel despite their vain struggles to stay pressed closely together inside her.

Inch by inch, the candle was dipping into her.

She could feel the slick sides of the cylinder slipping between her fingers as it probed deeper and deeper into her. She wanted it to reach the itch, the place that needed the touch of hard dick, the pressure of stiff cock, deep inside her.

It was halfway in. She paused, gasping fer breath. Each intake of air made her hands move the end of the candle an inch or two upwards, away from the bed, causing the entire slick length to shift within the clutches of her wonderfully stretched cunt. It was so thick that as it drove between her pussy lips, it pulled the soft skin downward, caving it inward, so that her clitoris was pressing tautly against the top of the candle.

Each shift of it within her only increased the pressure on her clit, and that, in turn, only made her breath the more rapidly, deeply. And then she moved it even more.

The sensations were all churning together inside her, and they were intensified both by the decadence of what she was doing and the chance that her husband might walk in at any moment and see her laying there on the bed with the thick candle jammed halfway into the very slot he'd been neglecting.