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to flare again into a wide flange at the bottom with a finger grip. A beginner’s model, so made to prevent nasty accidents where things disappeared inside a person.
    Her research on Sodom&Gomorrah.com left her quite knowledgeable about the devices, although she’d rejected the idea of buying one. Still…with the pussy pump out of the question for the evening, desperation ruled her mind. Mack wanted to try anal play. He’d said so more than once, although he’d never pushed the issue.
    Maybe trying out the shiny blue toy would help her adjust to the idea. Not very big. Not much larger than his thumb. And he would be so pleased.
    The S&G product page had been quite clear about the need for lube in any kind of anal play, but another search of the box showed no sign of any helpful tubes or jars. Honey glanced at the clock. She still had at least an hour before Mack returned home. The poor man had been pulling overtime every day for two weeks. She had plenty of time to run to the drug store for lube and still go to grocery store for something special for his dinner.
    Feeling like wife of the year, Honey started for the bedroom to dress. She winced when a sudden movement rubbed her pussy lips together. Still swollen—but how long could it last? Did her reaction compare to a man’s erection? If so, as her arousal wore off, so would the swelling. Of course, the man’s cock had not been subjected to a vacuum device…but wouldn’t the principle be the same?
    She trailed a finger over her labia and jumped. So sensitive. Her eyes drifting closed, she rubbed some more, pausing to circle her clit for good measure. If it would reduce the puffiness, perhaps an orgasm was a good idea. Adding a second finger, she glided back and forth, amazed at her wetness. So good.
    Mack couldn’t mind her doing this, for the sake of being able to leave the house…could he?
    She leaned against the dresser, speeding up her motions, picturing Mack on his knees between her legs. When they had time, he had the tongue of a god, lapping at her pussy with untiring enthusiasm until she spilled her juices in orgasm. Then he licked on, nibbling at the sensitive clit, sliding fingers inside her like… yes, ohhh .
    Mmmm. Honey held the image in her mind, remembering how he would wrap his arms around her, hold her tight so she couldn’t wriggle away when she became too sensitive. He parted her lips and sucked her clit into his mouth, working it there…
    Oh, Mack! Her knees buckled, and she fell into a crouch with the power of her orgasm. Even in her imagination, only her husband could drive her to those heights. Chills chased over her skin.
    Whew. What would it be like when Mack got home? Maybe she could use the pump with him sometime, but not today. Because her post-orgasmic labia were no smaller than the pre-orgasmic version. How long could they stay in their current state?
    For the moment, she did not think she could bear anything against her skin. A long, wraparound denim skirt should conceal her commando status and avoid any embarrassing wardrobe malfunctions. Feeling odd, she pulled her white lacey bra from the drawer and left the matching panties behind. Honey ran a comb through her hair and dashed out to the car before she could worry about it any more. In buying lube, she made a decision.
    Anal sex loomed in her future…her very near future.

Three
     
    The domestic abuse situation turned out to be less difficult than it could have been but it did take up most of the day and require a great deal of paperwork. As happened more and more often, he and Sandy had to call another car so the battling spouses could be transported separately to jail to cool off. The new chief had a zero tolerance policy for physical violence and not one but two parties sported black eyes. Mack pictured the wide blue eyes of his own wife and couldn’t imagine putting a fist in them.
    When they realized they were to be arrested, the combatants changed tactics and swore