The next day was Friday. When Hub got home from work, Doug was studying in the living room and Sue was setting the table for the evening meal.
"Hi. Hub. How'd it go today?" Doug greeted cheerily.
"You two go wash your hands," Sue called from the dining room. "Supper's almost ready."
Ignoring Sue, Hub walked over to Doug. He took out his wallet and handed Doug a twenty-dollar bill.
"What's this for?"
"I want you to take Sue out tonight. Go to a movie, and make it a double feature."
Hub was all smiles as he told Doug of the date he'd made with Helen over the phone earlier in the day. Instead of going out again, Helen had suggested it would be nice to spend a quiet evening alone, just the two of them. She wanted to cook supper for him and then afterward there was a movie on TV that she would very much like to see. She would put the kids to bed early, Helen had said, and they could have a few drinks and get better acquainted. Helen's idea was to entertain Hub at her home in order to give him a false preview of how relaxed and pleasant this life as her husband would be, Hub suspected. Only Hub didn't want any kids getting in his way, so he'd turned the invitation around. It didn't take much persuasion to get Helen to come to his house for the same date, especially when, after Helen fixed Sue and Doug as baby-sitters, Hub offered to pay for Helen's regular sitter, saying it would only be fair since Helen was providing the steaks. And so it was all arranged, and Hub wanted Doug and Sue out of the way so he would have a clear field with Helen.
Sue didn't enjoy the movie. She kept squirming and shifting around in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs, pumping her crossed foot nervously to and fro. Her palms actually became moist with perspiration. She was jealous. It was crazy, didn't make a lick of sense, but Sue couldn't help the way she was feeling. She didn't love Hub. Actually she'd never even liked him very much, and now, since he'd raped her, she all but hated the big ugly brute. And.yet, the thought of what might be going on between Hub and Helen while she sat there staring at the movie without really seeing it, made Sue's blue eyes take on a tint of green and caused her to keep absently catching her lower lip between her teeth and biting down on it until pain made her aware of the unconscious act.
Mental images of Hub and Helen having heated sexual intercourse flashed through Sue's mind. And she couldn't stand it. She became so keyed up she felt like pulling her hair and screaming at the top of her lungs.
As they left the theater, Doug looked at his watch and suggested they go somewhere for a bite to eat.
"I don't want anything to eat," Sue snapped.
"But it's too early to go home, honey," Doug replied placatingly. "Hub said-"
"Hub said! Hub said!" Sue all but shrieked, ungraciously interrupting her husband. "I don't give a fat rat's behind what Hub said! Who gave that big slob permission to run our lives? I didn't! Did you?"
"Honey, keep your voice down," Doug pleaded, glancing around embarrassedly at the other people leaving the theater. "People are staring at us."
"So let them stare! Who the hell are they anyway?"
Doug took his anguished bride's arm and drew her over into a corner of the crowded theater lobby. "What's wrong with you tonight, Sue? Why are you so upset? Is it because of what Hub did?"
"Yes!" she yelled, and then, forcing herself to calm down, she added, "No, I guess it isn't. I don't know. I just don't know, Doug. I've never felt this way before, for no reason. Cripes, what is wrong with me?"
"Is Hub keeping his word? I mean, he didn't do anything else to you, did he?"
"No," Sue lied. She hadn't told her husband about jacking Hub off and she never would. "It isn't that. He was a perfect gentleman last night when he drove me back from that… that woman's house."
"There, you see? I told you it would be all right, didn't I?"
If you only knew! Sue screamed silently as she forced a wifely smile and nodded her pretty blond head.
"Tell you what," Doug chirped. "Since you're not hungry, what do you say we go have a drink? Maybe two drinks. That'll make you feel better."
"I don't want a drink," she said tiredly.
"But you need something to settle your nerves, and we can't go home yet. Hub said-"
"Piss… on… Hub!" Sue hissed through gritted teeth, raking the fingers of her left hand down through her silky bond tresses as she stamped her foot and gripped her purse so tight the knuckles of her right hand turned white. "Take me home. Will you take me home? Will you just take me home right this goddamned minute?!"
The tension of their strained silence was oppressively heavy during the drive home. She jumped out of the car as soon as Doug braked to a stop at the curb in front of the house. Her highheels clicked rapidly and loudly up the walkway. Then, with her door key in hand, she all but tiptoed up the steps and across the porch. Quickly she unlocked the door and pushed it open. The sight which greeted Sue was not unlike her lurid imaginings. Helen was tipsy. She was lying on the couch with one nylon-stockinged leg hanging off. Hub lay atop her, between her legs. He had her dress bunched up around her waist. He'd just drawn Helen's sopping-wet panty crotchband to the side with his fingers and was, at that very moment, sinking his huge erection into her hairy crack.
"What the goddamn hell!" Hub growled, instinctively backing his dick out of Helen when he spotted Sue standing in the doorway.
"Don't stop now, darling," Helen murmured. "You've made me want you and it feels so nice. Take me!" Then Helen's glassy eyes followed Hub's enraged glare and she saw Sue. Doug's head suddenly popped into view above Sue's shoulder. "Oh, nooh! You said they wouldn't be back for another hour, Hub!" she screeched. "Let me up! Let me up! Oh,dear Lord in Heaven, I've never been so embarrassed in all my life!" "We'll go for a drive and come back later," Doug mumbled. "Hub, I'm sorry about this. Come on, Sue!"
Doug tugged at Sue's arm but she shook his hand off and just stood there dumbly, staring almost expressionlessly at her disgusted stepfather-in-law and his mortified date, who was frantically attempting to arrange her disheveled clothing as she struggled up scarlet-cheeked off the couch.
"Helen, wait!" Hub called, as the flustered widow dashed past Sue and Doug and ran, sobbing with shock and shame, out the front door.
"Now look what you've done!" Hub bellowed. He charged toward Doug and Sue with his big prick, the front half of it glistening with female sex oils, protruding unapologetically from the gaping fly of his trousers. He drew back his fist as if he were going to strike them both, but then he snorted, "AHH, SHIT!" and he slammed shut the door.
"We're sorry," Sue said. "It's my fault, Hub. My nerves were on edge… and I've got a headache."
"I've got a headache!" Hub mimicked derisively, grasping his hard horn and shaking it at Sue. "Well, I've got a hard-on and now, thanks to you two, I've got no place to put it! Damn your hides anyway, why in the hell couldn't you have stayed gone for a few more minutes?! You know what I ought to do?" he snarled menacingly, glowering at the young husband and wife both before be fixed his gaze on Sue. "I ought to throw your stupid little blond ass right down here on the floor and cram this bone up your cunt!"
"Now wait a minute, Hub," Doug said. "That's my wife you're talking to."
"I know who I'm talking to!" Hub huffed. "All right, I won't do it. She is your wife, and I gave you my word that I wouldn't screw her again. But I've gotta do something, the condition I'm in! And, by God, the both of you can just stand right where you are while I do!"
With that, Hub began running his hand vulgarly up and down his rampant rod. He whipped it fast and hard until, in a matter of seconds, heaving a half-grunt, half-groan, he sprayed come on one of Sue's shins, over the toes of both her high-heeled shoes, with the less-pressurized part of his massive load falling silently onto the carpet between them.
"Clean up that mess!" he barked at Sue as he spun on his heel and stomped angrily off toward his bedroom.
"Why, the nerve of that sonofabitch," Doug muttered. "Expecting you to-"
"Give me your handkerchief, dear," Sue said matter-of-factly, holding out her hand as she interrupted her husband in mid-sentence. Too dumfounded to refuse, Doug pulled out his handkerchief and handed it to her. He watched, with a mixture of shame and perverted arousal, as his wife wiped his stepfather's semen off her leg and her shoes and then got down on her knees to mop the bulk of the slimy stuff off the carpet with his handkerchief!
"I can't get over that," Doug said in a tense voice, as he and Sue were getting undressed for bed. "The unmitigated gall of the man, treating you that way! Do you still want to move into an apartment of our own? Let's pack up and clear out of here right now!"
"We can't afford it, dear," Sue replied, sounding strangely calm and serene. "You know that."
"Yeah, but… after that, I thought… "
Sue smiled enigmatically. "I guess he had every right to be angry. But he kept his word. He didn't even touch me."
"But he masturbated right in front of us, and he made you get down and clean up his semen!"
"It wasn't all that bad," Sue scoffed. "Honest, it wasn't. I didn't really mind, darling. It seems to have upset you more than it did me."
Doug grimaced at his wife's remark. The indecent incident had upset him, but it had also aroused him and Sue must never know that, so he dropped the subject.
When they turned out the lights and got into bed, Doug gathered his bride in his arms. They were both naked because, although neither of them had mentioned it, they knew they were going to have sex. The doctor had told Sue it was all right for her to start having marital relations again. They would've done so the night before if Hub hadn't volunteered Sue as a baby-sitter and then brought her home so late that Doug had already fallen asleep.
Sue noticed that her husband's penis felt extra hard and hot when she took it in her hand and began fondling it. She also noticed that he kept rubbing his foot' against her shin, the one that Hub's come had spurted onto. She'd wiped the seminal fluids off but hadn't thought to wash her leg.
What Doug noticed about Sue was that her nipples were already peaked as if with desire when he touched them the first time. He wondered about that but didn't say anything. Instead he put hand down between her legs. He found her hairy hole wet and ready. This only added to his excitement, because usually he had to rub her up for at least a couple of minutes before she became moist enough for him to insert even his finger.
"You're already warm and slick," he said. "How come so soon?"
"Because I'm anxious, too, silly," she cooed. "It's been a long time since my wonderful husband has made sweet love to me."
"Too long," he sighed, relaxing, accepting her explanation without further question. He swung atop her, between her welcomingly legs, and, taking his peter in hand, began wedging the head into her furry slot. "Am I hurting you?"
"Not a bit," she replied.
Her hot slippery snatch gobbled him whole in one hungry gulp. He was into her right up to his balls, and never had penetration been so easy.
"It feels bigger," he complained. "Looser."
"What?"
"Your pussy."
"Oh."
"Is it bigger?"
"Well, I suppose it might be, at that," she admitted. "After all, darling, I did have a miscarriage."
"Yeah," he said, sounding somewhat relieved by her statement, never stopping to think how tiny the embryo of the baby she'd lost so early would've been. He began screwing into her ever so gently. "I'm not… hurting you, am I, honey? I don't want to hurt you."
"You're not hurting me," Sue assured him, wishing he would just shut up and do it to her as he generally did, without talking, so she could concentrate on her pleasure and maybe have an honest-to-goodness come with him this time instead of having to fake it, as she always did in order to protect his delicate male ego.
"Mine's not as big as Hub's, is it?"
Sue said nothing. She drew down his hand and kissed him wetly, starting to work with him as she sucked his tongue into her mouth. The kiss had barely begun and Sue was starting to enjoy their lovemaking, when Doug paused with his erected penis full into her and lifted his head slightly.
"Can you mine's not as big?"
"No, darling, I can't," she lied, "Yours fits me just perfectly. It's the sweetest one in the world… because I love you."
"Then it feels all right?"
"Oh, yes," she sighed, as he began bumping her again. "More than all right. It's lovely, darling. It feels simply marvelous,"
"What a load off my mind that is. I was afraid… " his voice trailed off. Sue was throwing it up to him like she never had before and this excited him tremendously. He shifted gears and started fucking his wife harder and faster than he ever had.
"Oooh," Sue sighed. "Oh, yes, darling, yesss! You're a regular tiger tonight! I like it! What, precious? What were you afraid of?"
"Nothing," he panted, giving it to her harder and faster yet. "Forget it"
"Mmmm… wha-whatever you say, dear… oouuu!"
For about a half minute, Doug pounded her lovely butt down into the mattress. Sue could actually hear the bedsprings squeaking beneath them for the first time. This wasn't like Doug at all, but she couldn't have been more delighted. The rough way he was screwing her unleashed Sue's passion in the same way that being raped by Hub had. Not to the same extent, but enough. He would only keep cramming it to her like this for another moment or so, Sue knew she wouldn't have to fake it tonight!
"Did you come?" Doug rasped, banging away at her.
"Not yet… but I… can feel it building!"
"With him, I mean!"
"Hush, honey! Forget him!"
"Did you?"
"Don't ask… oooh… just do it to me! Oh, it's good!"
"You did, didn't you? That's why you won't answer me… Hub made you come!. Admit it!"
"Yes, yes, if you must know, he did make me come! Now will you please shut up about it and… aaah… screw me?"
Doug shut up about it, all right, but their act of lovemaking was fast arriving at the finish for him. His wife's admission of having been brought to orgasm by the huge cock of his stepfather twanged the cord of his secret perversion. After another dozen or so almost vicious thrusts into the slippery hot entrance to Sue's writhing, bucking body, he heaved a gasping groan and hunched into her to the very hilt.
"Not yet! Oh, God, more! Just a little more!" she begged, gyrating her rump, bearing down on his prick and hunching him desperately, even as she felt the sticky-hot spurts of his emission jetting forth from the ballooning head of his twitching organ.
"Did you come?" he asked sheepishly, after he'd pulled his deflating dong out of her and rolled over onto his back.
"Don't I always?" she replied evasively.
"Why don't you ever answer that question yes or no?"
"All right then, yes, I did come," she said, the lie tasting more bitter than usual because she'd come so close and could've gone off with him this time if only he'd lasted a few more seconds.
"I was afraid you didn't."
"I was afraid I wasn't going to make it this time, but I did, when I felt you coming into me," she told him and, anticipating his next question, she added, "It was the best orgasm I've ever had, too. By far the best. That little old dinky climax I didn't even want anyway, with Hub, it was nothing compared to the one you just gave me, tiger. Oh, I love you so much!"
"I love you, too, honey."
Doug fell asleep with a contented smile on his face, whereas Sue lay beside him for more than an hour, wide awake, staring blankly up at the darkened ceiling as she suffered the tortures of the carnal damned due to the blood-congested condition of her aroused but unsatisfied loins.
She felt miserable and wanted to scream out in anguish at the unfairness of life. If she could have such a spine-tingling orgasm. with that no-good bastard snoring so vulgarly in the next room, then, why, goddamn it, why couldn't she find sexual fulfillment with her own beloved husband?!