After going to bed with two men, Sue knew she should be feeling downright demented and horribly guilty. And she did feel guilty, but not nearly to the extent that she thought she ought to, that any decent married woman would. Actually, the small amount of guilt she did experience was mostly due to the fact that she had so thoroughly enjoyed the thrilling three-way orgy. The immorality of her marital transgression bothered her, to be sure, because it told her in no uncertain terms just how much she was changing. There was no doubt about it, her husband's horny stepfather was corrupting her.
She'd been a virgin bride, a morally upright girl. And she'd been a good wife to Doug, too, faithful and loving. Then Hub had come home drunk in the middle of the afternoon and found her on the couch. He'd raped her. Later, after Doug had declined to move her out of Hub's house, Hub had forced her to perform perverted sex acts for him. With Doug out of town working, Hub had spanked her into submission and had had his carnal way with her again. Since then he acted as if he owned her, as if she were his wife rather than Doug's. But no, he treated her more like a slave than a wife; and for some ungodly reason which remained a complete mystery to Sue, she not only permitted this sordid situation but actually found herself enjoying it much of the time. Lord help her, she thought, wondering how in the world she could have sunk so low as to cuckold her beloved husband with two men, one of them a total stranger to her.
Maybe she was demented, thought Sue, or sick. Mentally ill or something. One of those masochists or whatever they were called. One thing was for sure; she was no longer the sweet and innocent girl who'd been a faithful and devoted wife to Doug. Hub had corrupted her, and she dreaded to think how much more he might corrupt her if they stayed on in his house.
Perhaps it wasn't too late. If she could persuade Doug to move her out into an apartment of their own, she might be able to forget about Hub and what he'd done to her. In time she might even recapture that delicate something she'd lost and become again the decent woman she was before Hub came into her life. It was worth a try. She had to try. Her marriage was at stake, and perhaps her sanity as well. She intended to talk to Doug about it as soon as he got back from his sales trip.
She didn't talk to Doug about it, though. How could she, Sue realized, without confessing what had happened to make her so desirous of moving?
And she simply couldn't bring herself to tell him all the sordid things that his stepfather had forced upon her during his absence. In his presence, she was too ashamed of the way she herself had responded to that sordidness to admit even a part of the goings on to her unsuspecting and hard-working husband. And besides, he was so happy and enthusiastic about his new job that she hated to spoil his mood, for he returned victorious.
"Honey, my boss told me that no new man has ever come even close to the volume of business I wrote in this short a time. He thinks I might be that one in a million, the natural-born salesman! How about that?" Doug exclaimed proudly.
"That's wonderful, darling," Sue replied, forcing herself to act cheerful and carefree for his benefit.
It was Sunday evening. Doug had been home hardly more than twenty-four hours, and he would be leaving for another sales trip bright and early the following morning. He had no way of knowing that his stepfather had been screwing his wife regularly while he had been away, nor did he suspect that Hub had given Sue to yet another man.
After supper, Hub and Doug went into the living room and turned on the TV. There was a movie on that Doug wanted to see. When she'd finished washing the dishes, Sue went in to join them. She didn't particularly care about the movie, but she wanted to be with Doug. They were sitting on the couch, Hub at one end and Doug at the other. As she sat down between them, she couldn't help recalling the other night when she'd sat on this very same couch with Hub and his friend.
Scooting closer to her husband, she glanced Hub's way and noticed that he was watching her out of the corner of his eye. From his amused expression, she knew that he too was remembering that night. Sue turned her attention on the TV set. She snuggled up to Doug and tried to get interested in the movie. If Hub wanted to remember that night, let him, but she wanted to forget it.
Hub wouldn't let her forget it, though. He kept reaching over and touching her. Sometimes he would tickle her ribs lightly, just enough to make her squirm and pull away. Sometimes he would pinch her thigh until she would furtively dig her fingernails into his wrist and push his hand away. Then he slipped his hand in behind her and started patting her bottom, and this was the straw that broke the camel's back.
Sue had had quite enough of Hub and everything he stood for. Here he was attempting to steal feels right in front of her husband! It was too much. The time to put a stop to it was now, and suddenly Sue had a brilliant idea of how she could do just that.
She began enticing Hub, deliberately egging him on hoping to get him to try something with her in front of her husband. She was sure Doug wouldn't stand for anything like that. And since she couldn't seem to help herself, her only hope was that once Doug realized his stepfather hadn't been keeping his promise to leave her alone, that he would move her out of this sinful house immediately and get her safely away from Hub's corrupting influence.
Smiling seductively, Sue slipped her feet out of her shoes and raised them up beside her on the couch. Sort of curling up beside her husband, she scooted her small, perfectly shaped feet down toward Doug's stepfather. Earlier that afternoon she'd given herself a pedicure and painted the nails of her dainty toes with the same sexy-pink nail polish she used on her fingernails. She wiggled her toes and, stretching, glanced at Hub.
He was grinning at her like the dirty old man he'd proven himself to be. She winked at him and pushed at his thigh with the ball of one bare foot. Then she pulled her other leg toward her, bending it at the knee and letting her dress slide up her thighs, deliberately giving him a peek.
When he put his hand on her ankle and began stroking her, she turned her head back toward the TV and pretended that she didn't notice what he was doing. She not only allowed him to play with her leg, she wanted him to, so Doug would catch him at it. Higher and higher he went, rubbing and patting her leg, caressing it. His hand moved past her knee and began inching its way up her thigh.
Sue became worried. Hadn't Doug noticed what was going on right beside him? He'd glanced over a couple of times and commented on the movie.
She was almost sure he'd spotted Hub's hand stealing up her leg and under her dress, but maybe he hadn't because he sure hadn't said or done anything about it if he had. She wished Doug would turn her way again. If he didn't do so soon, she would have to find some excuse to get him to. It was becoming urgent that he discover Hub furtively feeling her up, before things got out of hand for, to Sue's discomfort and surprise, the sneaky stroking of Hub's hand was starting to affect her in a way that she hadn't stopped to suppose it might. She was getting aroused by it. He was working her up with her husband sitting right there on the couch beside her, and apparently Doug didn't even notice!
"Doug," she said.
There was no answer.
"Doug," she repeated, louder this time.
Still no answer. He was staring at the TV as if mesmerized.
"Doug!" she said, louder still, and she waved her hand in front of his face.
He looked over then, but of course Hub had drawn his hand back by then and there was nothing for Doug to catch him at.
"Yeah?" Doug asked. "What is it, honey?"
"Nothing now," she muttered, feeling irritated and frustrated.
No sooner had Doug turned back to the movie than she felt Hub's hand dart sneakily back under her dress to take up where it had left off only a moment or so earlier. Her plan didn't appear to be working so well, but with Hub bold enough to continue, she decided to try again.
This time she intended to poke Doug with her elbow so she wouldn't alert Hub. Hub. What gall the man had. Surely he knew, after the way she'd called to Doug, that she was setting a trap for him. And yet here the horny devil was, with his hand stuck up under her dress again.
He was really after her now, too. His hand moved constantly, stroking and caressing her thighs. Before long he was rubbing the smooth, creamy skin at the very tops of her thighs, on the insides of them, with his fingertips starting to brush against the thin band of sheer nylon covering her cleft mound. He was starting to get to her. She couldn't help experiencing a lascivious thrill as she sat demurely beside her husband and allowed his horny stepfather to secretly feel her up.
Sue knew she should elbow Doug now, but she didn't. Shivering with excitement, she spread her legs a fraction more, making her crotch vulnerable to his petting hand and probing fingers. In a moment she would make her husband aware of what Hub was doing, but not just yet.
She wanted to see how far Hub would try to go with her husband here.
At least that's what Sue told herself. The truth of the matter, however, was that she liked the excitement of this daring act. Her heart skipped a beat when she felt him drawing aside the crotchband of her panties. The tip of his finger probed into the fluted flanges of her forbidden slit. She was already damp with the slippery moisture of her awakening desire. His finger slid enticingly down the smooth and velvety inner surface of one cuntlip and back up the other, down one and back up the other, bumping the nerve-laden bud of her tumescent clitoris each time it passed the inverted V at the top of her elliptical opening.
It felt so good Sue feared she might pee. In fact, it felt too good.
She was really getting hot and bothered. Already she was dangerously close to losing control of the situation and she couldn't allow that to happen. Forcing herself to act now, before it was too late, Sue jabbed her husband with her elbow.
Doug didn't move.
Thinking maybe she'd missed him and jabbed the couch, she gave him the point of her elbow again, harder this time. She knew it connected with his ribs, because he flinched.
But that was all.
"Ohhh," Sue moaned softly, feeling giddy when Hub suddenly inserted the full length of his thick, knobby-knuckled finger into her juicy little honeypot.
Hub started sliding his finger in and out of her.
"Doug!" she gasped, elbowing him again. "Doug!"
Chuckling to himself, Hub began finger-fucking his stepson's wife in earnest.
Sue couldn't believe what was happening. It was just too sordid to be real. She had to be dreaming. How else could she explain this mess she had gotten herself into? Surely if this were real her husband wouldn't sit beside her like a statue while his stepfather abused her like this.
But it wasn't a dream and she had to put a stop to it! What was the matter with Doug?! Was he paralyzed, blind and deaf?!
"Stop it!" She hissed, shoving Hub's arm away. "What do you think you're trying to do, you dirty old man?! Doug, did you see what he was trying to do to me?"
Doug didn't move a muscle.
"Why, you cockteasing little bitch," Hub said. He sounded more amused than angry. "I've a good mind to turn you over my knee and spank your sassy ass."
"You wouldn't dare!" she snapped. "Not in front of my husband."
"We'll just see about that," Hub said, and then he grabbed her.
Once again the whirlwind caught her up. Across his lap she went, face down. She kicked and screeched and clawed at his leg as he jerked up her dress and yanked down her panties, laying bare her lovely squirming bottom.
"Okay, cockteaser, you asked for it," Hub chortled, admiring the appealing sight of her luscious, soft, creamy white buttocks.
They didn't remain white for long, though. Hub's huge working-man's hand lifted up into the air and then swooped down.
Splat!
"Ouch!"
Splat! Harder this time.
"AAIIIEEE!" Sue screamed.
He let her have it good and hard. With each swat, a new red impression of his abusing hand appeared.
"Doug, help me, damn it!" she cried. "Are you going to let him – AARRGGHH – treat me like this and – OUCH – get away with it?!"
Doug sat there like a statue, facing the TV but actually watching his wife being spanked by his stepfather out of the corners of his eyes.
She yelled and cursed and begged him to come to her aid, but to no avail. When Hub finally let up, her smarting buttocks were red all over and she was sobbing piteously, her spirit broken.
Emboldened by Doug's passivity, Hub dragged Sue, still sobbing and whimpering, down onto the floor on her knees between his legs. He wrestled out his hunk of stiff meat and rubbed the head of it all over her pretty, tear-streaked face. When he brushed the bluntly rounded tip of it against her lips, Sue moaned softly and impulsively kissed it.
Being spanked by the brute of a man right in front of her own husband had brought Sue's sensual submissiveness into full bloom.
"I'll have a blowjob now, cocksucker."
With Hub's obscene command ringing lewdly in her ears, Sue glanced at her husband to see what, if anything, he intended to do about this sinfully insane situation. Doug was squirming as if he were uncomfortable, she noticed, but nothing more. What kind of a man was he, she wondered idly, not really too concerned about him one way or the other right at the moment.
She turned her attention back to Hub's penis. He stuck that big knob in her mouth and, emitting a sob of surrender, she started sucking him with gusto. She was hotter than she could remember ever having been before. Going down on another man in front of her strangely silent husband only added to the intensity of Sue's licentious mood.
Sordid sucking sounds filled the air as she gave in to her baser nature and went completely wild over his long dong. She grabbed the sturdy stalk in one hand and began beating his meat, too. Insistently her other hand worked itself inside his fly. She cupped his large gonads and started rolling them about and squeezing them with a gentle milking action in an effort to make them give her their cream quickly.
The way she was going at him Hub didn't last long. No man could have.
Within just a couple of minutes he groaned aloud, then sucked in his breath and shuddered.
"NNNNN!" Hub cried, and then, rhythmically, "UNG, UNG, UNG!"
The first stream of his massive load sprayed into her mouth under terrific pressure, giving Sue a rich blast of the acrid substance's bitter almond flavor.
"Mmmmm" she moaned through the passion-flared nostrils of her dainty, upturned nose.
Pumping his pulsating prick and milking his balls to make him give her all he had, Sue greedily drank the older man's copious flow of hot sperm spurt by palate-pleasing spurt. When she had it all, she was delighted by the complete fullness of erection which Hub maintained.
His penis was still hard as a bone, even after she'd drained it of all the juice she could get.
"God, what a man!" she exclaimed, rubbing her cheek against his salivawetted rod. Her tongue snaked out and licked up the few bits of cum that clung to her puffy pink lips. Sue glanced at her husband and noticed that he apparently hadn't moved. It didn't matter. Only one thing in the whole wide world mattered to her now, and she started raining smacking, wet, passionate kisses up one side of that thing and down the other.
"Like that pecker, do you?" Hub taunted.
"I love it," she crooned. Then she fell back onto the carpeted floor and kicked off her pulled-down underpants. She threw open her legs, held out her arms to Hub, and screamed, "Give it to me… that big, hard, beautiful cock of yours! Fuck me, daddy! Fuck me now! Fuck me good… the way you've been fucking me every night while Doug's been away!"
Without so much as a sidelong glance at his stepson, Hub stood up, unbuckled his pants and dropped them down around his ankles. His shorts followed. In too big a rush to bother kicking them the rest of the way off, he dove on top of Sue and penetrated her plush young pussy with one rough but masterful lunge.
Raggedly she sucked in her breath, shuddering from the top of her tousled blond head clear down to the tips of her dainty turned-down toes. Then she squealed shrilly and threw her arms around the hairy torso of her husband's horny stepfather.
Hub started powering the pole to her. He gave her a screwing the likes of which few women ever receive in their entire lifetimes.
Sue could hardly hang on. He'd humped her roughly before, but never had he given it to her so hard and fast and rough as he was giving it to her now.
"Oh, daddy, daddy… yesss!" she cried, wrapping her long, lovely legs around him. "Darling man! Ohhh… oh, you wonderful studhorse bastard, you! Harder! Faster! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
She clung to him for dear life, loving every second of it as he pounded her spanked and burning butt against the floor with the pile-driving force of his furiously pistoning prick. It fit her swollen, red-lipped snatch so snugly that the free-flowing juices of her crazed fit of lust built up inside her vagina and could soon be heard sloshing around within her, while his plunging phallus made salacious squashing noises as he pumped it rapidly in and out of her sopping sex hole.
Sue had three comes, each more gloriously intense than the one preceding it, before Hub crammed in his bloated prong for the final time and shot his second load of jism into the very depths of her heaving, sweat-dampened belly. When at long last he dragged his deflating dong out of her, Sue moaned aloud and smiled like the Mona Lisa.
No sooner had Hub climbed off her than Doug, excited and glassy-eyed, piled onto her. She could scarcely feel his average-sized penis penetrating her pleasure-numbed pussy. He barely got it into her before he groaned and shot his wad.