She began pushing the candle inward again, and with each fraction of an inch that slipped into her, she felt new pleasure zones being touched, being ignited. Little explosions of ecstasy were taking place between her hips, within the length of her vaginal sheath, and each only made her want more. Inch by inch, the dildo bored into her throbbing cunt. Janet could feel the very end of it beneath her fingers even as she felt the rounded base driving up towards her cervix and womb. She wanted it deeper.

With a last groan of lust, she pushed it deep into her cunt. Within seconds, she was overwhelmed by her orgasm, her cunt coating the wax dildo with rich juices. Then she pulled the candle from her pussy.

And she knew herself well enough to realize, even as she roused herself sufficiently to replace the candle on the dresser top, that if she didn't get some more attention from her husband down in that inferno between her legs soon, she might still want his cock.

But no more than she wanted any cock.

Janet pulled the sheets back up over her, tossing the pillow over onto her husband's side of the bed, taking his for herself. Let him smell my pussy juice on it, she thought drowsily. Maybe it give him an idea.

Tom Jamison sat on the big couch in the living room, staring at the blank space in the center of the floor where the poker table had stood. As always, the guys had stayed after to help him straighten up some. They always had. And they seemed eager to do a little more than usual on this night.

For on this night, for the fifth straight week, he'd lost more than a hundred dollars to them.

He held the beer can in his hand, sipping from it vacantly from time to time. None of the boys ever discussed losses, with each other or outside of their circle. Janet would never need to know how muck he'd been losing.

But he knew damn good and well that if he didn't do something, and quickly, he was going to have them on the rocks financially.