David Martin: Loaned wife

"We're almost done, mister," the man growled. "Just the stuff in the guest bedroom and…"

"Yeah, sure, thanks," Tom muttered. The moving crew was good, efficient and careful. It was almost noon and already the house was stripped of nearly all the furniture.

He turned in the bare living room. Penny was directing two huge, burly men. She was wearing shorts and a halter, showing off her nubile charms, and neither of the moving men was missing the show. Penny seemed to be enjoying it. But Tom wasn't worried. His little girl had a hell of a lot more maturity than she had any right to have. She'd proven that when they'd told her.

He looked back through the bare living room, shook his head sadly. They'd worked hard, sacrificed a lot to get the house, and now they were leaving it. He'd worked hard, too, sacrificing a lot to get where he'd gotten in the company. And he was leaving that, too. The new house was smaller, the paychecks from the new job would be smaller, too. But it would be worth it.

A fresh start. A new town, a new job, new friends. It was worth it to keep his family together.

So many changes in two days.

But it was essential. The loan shark's man had made it clear that Tom's credit was good. Especially considering the quality of his collateral – Janet. He'd almost bolted for a game right then and there, but had somehow managed to restrain himself.

It had been difficult, doing what the people at Gamblers Anonymous suggested. But he knew they were right. They'd told him what he'd already known – there was only one way to even have a chance.

A fresh start. A new town. A new job. New friends.

Telling Penny had been the hardest part. That and knowing that something had changed in Janet, something that had changed during her evening and night entertaining the three men. She didn't want to talk about it.

Probably to spare my feelings, he thought. Where is she, anyway?

Tom wandered outside, squinting against the bright sun glare. "Janet?" he called loudly. "JA-NET!"

He was just turning to step back into the house and ask Penny when she called to him from outside. He turned. She was leaping nimbly down from the back of the moving truck.

"Here I am! Just helping them get the bedroom stuff in place, honey!"

He smiled, nodded. She looked good, the better because she was obviously unaware that her tube-type halter was a bit askew, showing a little more of her sumptuous left tit than she intended. And he couldn't help but be turned on at the way her tight cut-off's clung to her hips, her taut abdomen and the sweet, ripe curve of her firm ass. She was a sexy woman, and he couldn't help taking a bit of pride in the hungry looks the moving crew kept casting her way and their faint smiles towards him, smiles of envy.

Janet hesitated behind the truck, turned and smiled into the darkness within the back. The husky piano mover was just stuffing his drained cock back into his pants, leering at her and ginning. But he was, she reflected, a hell of a fucker. He'd poured gobs of juice into her cunt. She could feel it sloshing around inside her.

As she walked towards the house, feeling the eyes of the men who hadn't yet had their turn following her ass, Janet wondered if her husband perceived any change in her attitude towards him since she'd decided to fuck all she wanted.