Her body convulsed suddenly, causing her head to jerk to one side. As her orgasm peaked, she rolled to her side, then lay on her hand. She began humping wildly up and down, flexing and unflexing her cunt muscles, drawing her finger in and out of her bubbly hole. And even when the ecstasy swelled her insides, she knew she would be left empty, probably worse off than before. This was the horrible part. She would lie in bed, drained, craving cock until she finally collapsed in a fitful sleep.

A few moments later, she rolled back over and looked up at the ceiling, a pained expression on her face. She tried to empty her mind of all thoughts, but it was useless. Every shape in the room seemed to remind her of her husband's fantastic prick. She shot a glance at the dresser, her eyes searching out something – anything that would relieve the desperate itch she was feeling. Quickly she lunged off the bed and grabbed her hairbrush.

"Ohhhhhh," she groaned, stabbing the end of the handle between her thighs. She fell back on the bed and spread her legs, then lifted them until her knees touched her full, up turned breasts. "Yes, God, yes," she whispered, thrusting the entire length of the handle inside her pussy.

When the wiry texture of the brush meshed with her cunt hairs, she twisted the handle around, sliding the hard plastic over her pulsating pussy walls. And although it was better than her finger, it still wasn't enough. Her body was in flames now, ready to explode.

"Poke it to me, you big bull," she grunted, a picture of Ron forming in her mind. She could see his handsome face, the dark-brown eyes, the wide, meaty shoulders. She could almost feel the rough hairs that adorned his muscular, sculptured chest. "Fuck me hard," she murmured, her passion building wildly. "Cum all inside me. Make it good, Ron."

She began thrusting the handle of the hairbrush in and out so quickly, her hand became a fleshy blur. At last her pleasures burst around her opening, then shot inside. She gave a throaty scream and relaxed. Seconds later she shook her head and fought back the tears. It isn't fair, she thought. It simply isn't fair to want something so much. She couldn't concentrate on her housework, the needs of the children – anything. Not when her pussy was aching like this.