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 began 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 tell 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 humping 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. If 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?!
Chapter 5
The next morning Doug woke up feeling miserable. It was Saturday, so he didn't have to go to school. He spent the morning on the couch, making frequent trips to the john, each of which left him a little paler and weaker. He said he thought he was coming down with the flu.
Sue fussed over him. She went to the store and bought a carton of Sprite. 'It's much easier on an upset stomach than water,' she said as she gave him a glass of it. 'No, Doug, don't gulp it down. I know you're thirsty, darling, but just sip it, a little at a time. It's better for you that way. Are you hungry?'
He made a face and shook his head.
'Well, tell me when you want something to eat. I bought a can of chicken soup for you.'
By that afternoon Doug was running a fever of a hundred and two degrees. He was sweating and shivering. Sue phoned the doctor but of course his office was closed over the weekend. She told the answering service it was an emergency, and the woman said she would try to locate the doctor and give him the message.
It was nearly an hour before the doctor returned Sue's call. He said it sounded like the flu, all right, that there was a lot of it going around. The doctor told her to put Doug to bed, give him plenty of fluids and a couple of aspirin every four hours to keep his fever down, adding that if Doug wasn't better by Monday he would see him at his office.
Following the doctor's instructions, Sue put Doug to bed, gave him aspirin and fussed over him all the more. This was Doug's first illness since their marriage. Sue couldn't do enough for him. She nursed him to the point of babying him. Doug ate it up. He felt luxuriously pampered.
If he hadn't felt so rotten, he would've enjoyed being sick.
Hub worked that day. He often did on Saturday, he and a couple of his oldest and most trusted employees. They did cash jobs for home owners.
The money from these jobs bypassed the business books and went directly into their pockets, half for Hub, the other half being divided equally between his two workers.
On this particular Saturday, they were pouring a concrete patio for a comely young divorcee in her late twenties. She'd given Hub a mild come-on when he'd been at her house estimating the job, and now, as the work on the patio progressed, she began openly flirting with him. Being the type of man he was, Hub found this not in the least displeasing.
The divorcee was a trifle plump but still very attractive since her generous curves were all in the right places. She had no kids to get in the way. Hub decided that an affair with her might be very pleasant indeed.
'What do you want me to fix for supper?' Sue asked, when Hub got home.
'Nothing for me, Suzy baby,' he said airily as he breezed through the living room. 'I'm going out for dinner. Got a date with a sexy divorcee that's hot to trot.'
Soon as he'd showered and shaved and gotten dressed up in his best suit, Hub was off again. Once more that
