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 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 the least displeasing. The divorcee was a trifle plump but still very attractive since her generous curves were all 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 inexplicable jealously crept over Sue. She didn't want Hub, but she didn't want any other woman to have him, either. It didn't make a lick of sense but it was real nevertheless. Real enough that Sue spent a wretched evening alone, staring blankly at the TV as she tortured herself with mental pictures of Hub and this other woman making wild passionate love.
It was lucky for Sue that she was in bed asleep when Hub got home at two a.m., half drunk and with the worst case of the stone-ache he'd had since he was a teen-ager. The divorcee had been far from a pushover. After wining and dining her, he'd taken her dancing and then to her place, where he'd spent two solid hours working her up only to learn that she was in the middle of her period. Before he went to bed, Hub stood for long moments at the washbasin in the john, disgustedly splashing cold water over his bloated, aching testicles.
'Hub, do you have to have that TV blaring like that?' Sue protested the following afternoon, shortly I after Hub had switched on the baseball game and settled down on the couch with his shoes off and a can I of beer in his hand. 'Doug's sick. He's trying to sleep, He needs his rest.'
'Then shut the goddamned bedroom door,' Hub snorted. 'Whose house is this, anyway?'
Sue stamped to the bedroom and shut the door, remaining inside with her husband. The TV was still too loud. Doug was sleeping, but fitfully so. For about ten minutes Sue paced the floor, her shoes off so as not to disturb Doug. She was fuming, clenching and unclenching her fists, gritting her teeth.
How can anyone man be so callous and selfish?! she railed silently. God, what an animal he is! I hate him!
Her stepfather-in-law's lack of consideration for Doug's condition infuriated Sue. This was too much. It was time for a showdown. She made up her mind that she wasn't going to let Hub get away with this for another minute.
Without bothering to put her shoes back on, she let herself out of the bedroom and, after quietly shutting the door behind her, she made a beeline for the TV and defiantly turned down the volume to about half as loud as Hub had set it. Her temples were pounding and her palms felt moist as she glared across at him, ready to lash out at him if he so much as said a word about her turning down the sound.
'You can still hear it, can't you?' she asked demandingly.
'Just fine,' he replied, flashing her a lopsided grin. He held out his beer can. 'This one's empty. Since you're here, throw it in the trash and bring me another one.'
'Where do you get your nerve?' Sue muttered as she snatched the can out of his hand.
'The same place you get your gassiness,' he said, chuckling amusedly as she went off in a huff toward the kitchen.
When Sue grudgingly served Hub his beer, he made a crack about her being a cute little barefooted waitress. She tried to slap his smirking face, but he caught her wrist and twisted her arm until, wincing with pain, she sank to the floor on her knees.
'Don't you ever draw back your hand to me again,' he warned, still more amused then angry. 'The next time I'll spank your sassy ass, and that's a promise.'
'I'm not your waitress, or your slave, either,' whined, rubbing her arm as she got to her feet. 'Next time you want something, get it yourself!'
As she spun on her heel and ran back to the kitchen, Hub's mocking laughter rang humiliatingly her ears. Sue felt like crying but she wouldn't give the brute the satisfaction of knowing he'd brought her to tears. Instead she busied herself washing the dirty dishes she'd been neglecting in order to care for her sick husband.
She was letting the dishwater drain from the sink when Hub called: 'Hey, barefoot waitress, this last can you brought me must've had a hole in it. It's empty.'
