Sue wondered if she might be losing her mind, because his fat dick did feel good to her. Despite her humiliation at being treated this way by him – he was forcing her to satisfy in an unnatural way his lust for another woman – holding his huge penis excited her against her will, and a good deal more than she was letting on. It gave her an obscene charge to grip his sturdy, slightly up-curved dong and lewdly stroke it for him. The turgid stalk was so big around that the balls of her thumb and middle finger couldn't touch together.
'Get the handkerchief over the head,' he rasped. 'Hurry up! I don't want to soil my suit!'
With her left hand she shook out his handkerchief, crumpled it into a ball and pressed it over the bulbous glans of his massive member, while her right hand flew up and down the hard, hot, pulsating shaft without missing a stroke. She could feel her heart beating faster and faster as she brought him closer to orgasm. Her breath was becoming labored, too, but not to the extent that his was. Hub had his head laid back. His eyes were closed. He was huffing and snorting, hunching her hand, so she knew she didn't have to worry about his noticing how this vulgar act was affecting her.
'The handkerchief! Hold it… tight! Uunnn… ooooh…
UUNNGGG!'
His prick danced spastically in her hand and she knew his ejaculate was racing up through it even before the viscous substance soaked through the handkerchief, feeling hot and slippery-wet to the palm and fingers of her left hand.
'Thanks, Suzy. I needed that. Now be a good girl and wipe it clean, huh?'
He turned on the car's interior lights so Sue could see what she was doing. His penis felt spongy now. The handkerchief had caught most but not all of his semen. Some of the gooey spunk had run down the shaft and over her fingers. By the time she'd wiped his prick, the handkerchief was pretty well soaked. She wiped her fingers with it but couldn't get all the come off them.
'Throw it out the window,' he said, when she tried to hand his handkerchief back to him.
'Throw it out? And let some innocent child pick the nasty thing up? Oh, no. Besides, it's brand new. I'll run it through with the wash.'
'Suit yourself.'
He tucked his limp rod away and zipped up, cut off the interior lights, repositioned the seat, started the engine, turned on the headlights and drove home.
'I wish you hadn't made me do that,' Sue said, still holding the spermdrenched handkerchief in her hand as they went up onto the porch. The house was completely dark, so she knew Doug had gone to bed. 'I feel so cheap and dirty.'
'Horseshit,' he said. He was about to open the door but suddenly he grabbed her, shoved her against the wall and French-kissed her.
Sue tried not to respond but she was still aroused from masturbating him and couldn't help herself. He had her by the cheeks of her rounded rump and was grinding his loins against her belly and rubbing his chest against her tender-nippled breasts. After a moment of futilely pounding his shoulders with her small, ineffective fists, something inside her melted. Emitting a whimperlike sob, she flung her arms around him and sucked down on his suggestively thrusting tongue.
'Do you want me to tell Doug about this, too?'
'You bastard,' she whined, shaking her head no.
Laughing derisively, Hub went on into the house and left Sue standing there, confused, bothered and bewildered, on the front porch by herself.
Chapter 4
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 babysitters, 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 that 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
