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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 he 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 his 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
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