sipping beer, letting Hub's possessive hand roam indecently higher and higher. Her dress was being hiked up slowly but surely as his hand caressed closer and closer to the Y where her parted legs joined her body.
His work-callused palm chafed her tender flesh. His kneading fingers felt like tongues of fire lapping at her bared thighs, especially to the moist, creamy skin at the very tops of her tremulous legs. The crotchband of her nylon panties was already becoming damp with the secretions of her unsummoned arousal when the heel of his hand began rubbing against her clefted mound. He cupped her cunt and held it lightly, nothing more. Sue began squirming in sensual discomfort, pressing her hot and sticky pussy tighter against his hand. She couldn't seem to help herself.
The inning ended and the station went to a commercial. Hub patted Sue's twat and sent her for more beer. She got him one and opened another for herself, too. When she sat back down beside him, he put his right arm around her, drew her close and French kissed her. Sue wondered if she were losing her mind as she licked back at his beery tongue and then sucked down hungrily on the vulgar, suggestively thrusting thing. She had a can of beer in each hand and couldn't very well defend herself when he snaked his left hand up under her dress, tugged the slimy secretion band of her underpants to the side and sank his thick, knobby-knuckled middle finger into the silky softness of her moist and lubricated split.
He'd just gotten his finger all the way into her when the game came back on. Abruptly he backed it out, breaking the kiss and turning away from her as he snatched his can of beer from her shaking hand. He lifted the can to his mouth and took a deep pull on it. Then, looking at the TV not her, he said, 'Scoot down some and spread your legs, Suzy baby, so's I can pet that pretty little pussy while I watch the game.'
Everything decent and good demanded the Sue get up off the couch and start acting like Doug's wife again. Only she didn't feel particularly decent at the moment and seemed to have very little will of her own.
Obediently she slouched down as Hub had told her to do, sliding her loins forward so he could reach over and abuse her with no discomfort on his part. He pulled up her dress and she spread her legs for him.
A mood unlike any Sue had previously experienced was settling over her now. It was shameful of her to be sitting there in such an unladylike position, letting Hub touch her where no man but her husband had a right to, but she had no real desire to stop him. Sue felt much the same as she had when he'd made her masturbate him in the car, only now he was handling her private parts and the wrongness of it was every bit as exciting as the tactile sensations of his lewdly caressing hand were sensually pleasurable to her. She felt cheap and dirty, but it was simply delicious. So illicit. So daring, what with her husband sleeping in the very next room.
Sue closed her eyes and sipped at her beer. She couldn't hate Hub now, not while he was petting her most personal of all spots. He was still a brute, coarse and uncouth. Somehow he was managing to drag her down to his own vulgar level and, for the moment at least, Sue all but loved him for it.
Only the narrow strip of secretion-soggy nylon separated her private portal from the palm and fingers of his big work-callused hand. Up and down he rubbed, absently so because he was paying more attention to the baseball game than to her, and this told Sue how important she was to him. She was a sex toy to him, nothing more. This was all right with Sue. It made her feel all the cheaper but she didn't care because she didn't even like the big slob. It did feel good, though, the way he kept rubbing up and down between her legs. Very good. She began smiling sinfully between sips of beer, squirming her ass around, pressing her tingling, burning twat tighter against his passion-provoking hand. He was molding her slimy panties to her clefted mound and luridly stuffing them into the crack of her butt. His fingers dragged back and forth over her anus and even this obscene touching felt delightful to her.
Little sighs and moans began issuing from between Sue's tremulous lips as she gripped her empty beer can tightly and started hunching his hand involuntarily. She wished he would slip his hand inside her underpants and stick his finger inside her again. If he wanted to put his big penis in her now, right here on the couch, she was more than willing to let him do that, too. The right and wrong of what they were doing no longer mattered to Sue, for she was melting from the heat of her unbidden lust.
'Come on, you can do it. Strike him out,' Hub said to the pitcher on the TV screen as he continued to absently play with Sue's feverish pussy and itchy rectum through the sheer material of her nylon briefs.
'Watch that bastard on third. Don't let him steal home!'
The batter connected with the ball, belting out a grounder which the shortstop scooped up and hurled to home plate just in the nick of time.
The catcher tagged the runner from third out as he was sliding for home, and this ended the first half of the sixth inning.
Hub sighed with relief. He patted Sue's pussy and then lifted his hand from between her legs. Nonchalantly he unzipped his fly and wrestled out his semi-erect penis.
'Your turn,' he said. 'Get rid of that beer can and take hold of this.'
Not being used to drinking, the two beers had made Sue slightly tipsy.
She was plenty hot and bothered, too, from having her cunt handled, so she gave him no argument. Sue leaned forward, set the beer can on the coffee table, then settled back into his embracing arm and accepted another of his passionate wet French kisses as she reached into his lap and took hold of his indecently displayed, half-hard pecker.
Soon as the second half of the inning started, Hub backed his tongue from Sue's suctioning mouth, broke the kiss and, ignoring her, gave his attention once more to the televised baseball game.
What an uncouth slob he really is, Sue thought to herself, only his casual, don't-give-a-damn treatment of her turned her on not off. He was worse than rude. Nothing could be more insulting to a woman than to have a man pay more attention to a silly baseball game than he was paying to her, yet Sue didn't complain.
She sat there docilely beside him, fondling his manly organ. What a wicked charge it gave her to be playing with her stepfather-in-law's big fat dick while her ill husband slept unsuspectingly on in the room right next to them!
This was dreadfully wrong and Sue knew it full well. She just didn't seem to have any control over herself this afternoon. It was as if she were two women. The decent Sue Fletcher who wanted to remain a good and faithful wife stood by looking on in horror as the other part of her, the immoral hussy that was emerging from the dark and secret depths of her psyche, willfully caressed the prick of a man who was not her lawfully wedded spouse.
A man she didn't even like. But she liked his hunk of stiffening meat!
What woman wouldn't like it? Sue wondered hazily as she ran her hand back and forth along the lifting, swelling, lengthening pole of manflesh. God, it's so big! Why couldn't Doug have a cock like this instead of that dinky little average-sized peter of his?
Wanting to examine Hub's phallus up close, Sue leaned over and rested the side of her head against his chest in order to get a better look.
He patted her naked thigh and pushed her head a bit lower, as if she might've been partially blocking his view of the TV. The manipulations of her small, soft feminine hand brought his member the rest of the way up in a matter of seconds. He had a throbbing erection now. It protruded boldly from his unzipped fly, all nine glorious inches of it, the shaft curving at an upward angle so the hooded head of it pointed right at her face.
Sue had never seen such a blatantly obscene yet masculinely beautiful sight in all her life. The eye of the glans peeked out past the lip of foreskin and seemed to wink lewdly up at her through a teardrop of clear precoital fluid. The undersurface of the shaft had a large puffy vein running all the way down it and into the coarse wild hairs that grew for nearly two inches up the flared base. This was the largest visible vein but there were others, many of them, bluish and bulging, which crisscrossed like lines on a road map. The entire shaft was festooned with these smaller bluish veins.
Try as she did, Sue couldn't encircle the girthful rod completely. Her slender fingers strained to encompass the turgid column at its midpoint, but it was too big around, twice as thick as her husband's.
There was nearly a quarter of an inch of space left between the tips of her thumb and forefinger when she gave up the impossible task in pleasured defeat.
Ruttishly she pulled down on him, peeling back the thick, rubbery outer skin and tugging the hood down with it. His naked dickhead popped into view, looking all swollen and reddish purple. The mushrooming dome shone oilily. It gave off a distinctive male sex odor that wafted up to Sue, stinging her feminine nostrils. When she got a good whiff of his sweaty, smelly peter, it affected her like a powerful aphrodisiac.
Emitting a thin whine of womanly submissiveness, she wrapped her fingers all the tighter around Hub's huge
