The Road Warrior- Ch. 5
I had been home only a few days, when I started to realize something wasn’t right. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but yeah, something was off. I felt different. Tired, maybe?
My arrival home as met by a loving husband, who took me to a nice dinner and we had a pleasant weekend together. Nothing steamy, just warm, snuggly and comfy. We watched TV, watched movies, and we went out to breakfast and dinner. I did have to find a way to do some extra laundry, which I was able to do while Steve napped. Now cleaned and wrinkle-free, I had my new tunics and cape hanging in my walk-in closet, to the far end, concealed, I hoped, by the heavy coats and things I rarely wore. I also stored my Halloween costumes back there, my authentic Batgirl costume, my New York High-fashion model outfit (which was scandalously revealing- something Hyper was sure to love me in) and my Vampiress costume, which was not much more than a sexy short black satin dress and another satin cape. It was a good thing Steve liked it when I wore satin as my fetish for the awesome material had spread to about 90% or more of what I wore, nowadays.
But after having to go into the office for a few days for meetings, new product training and the like, I was realizing something was becoming bad wrong and I verified it at the office when I ducked into the bathroom. I pulled my panties down to tinkle and that was when I noticed the discharge in my panties. It was not a yeast infection, I had experienced a couple of those before, they happened from time to time. But this was just, ewww. The color and scent were completely out of what I would ever want to experience and as I sat on the toilet, I was digging into my purse to call my OB/GYN. That was when I noticed a text from Hyper on my phone.
“Word is you met Homeless Harry. See a doctor before you come back.”
Yeah, like I suddenly discovered. That homeless, r a p i n g asshole had evidently given me an STI. Fucker.
Making the appointment took all of about 5 minutes, but before I could return to the meeting, I had to take my panties off and wash them in the sink, along with my hands, twice. The good thing about wearing thin polyester panties? They didn’t hold water and dried quickly. The bad thing about polyester panties? They would easily let moisture through. I had to suffer the humiliation of going to my boss’s administrative assistant to obtain a tampon. On the outside, I was embarrassed, on the inside I was seething. That night, Steve wanted to be amorous, and I had to explain to him that I had a feminine problem, but that I would ensure he was pleased.
Crawling into bed, it was time to start my best actress nomination performance.
“Honey? What is your greatest fantasy?” I asked.
“Suzi, it is that we win the lottery, take our $900 million and spend the rest of our lives in a life of luxury and comfort.”
I started to draw down his underwear and kiss my way down his chest. But with his response, I cupped his balls and gave him a squeeze.
“Wanna try that again?” I asked as my grip tightened.
“Oh... oh... okay, okay... ouch. Be fucking careful down there!”
“So, tell me what you dream of. No limits, no judgement. Tell me what would give you the biggest orgasm in your life?”
“Well, when we did it on the balcony on our honeymoon was pretty hot…”
I remembered that. He had approached me from behind as I stood on the balcony of our 10th floor hotel suite. I wore a bikini, and he wound up feeling me up, getting me turned on, and as he bent me over with my hands on the railing, he took me in full view of anyone who looked up. Over 100 feet up, that is.
“Okay, that was hot...” I coo’d to him, by now having his jockeys off and I shifted my fingers from his balls to the head of his cock, teasing the head gently. “What else?”
“Ohh... that feels good, Suz… Ummm... I dunno... maybe... having making love in my office?”
“Oh? You want others to hear us behind closed doors?” I teased, blowing a soft breath on his shaft, using my free hand to hold his floppy manhood still.
“Mmmmm... yeaaahhh... That would be cooollll…”
“But that means they would have to see me enter with you, wouldn’t it?” My fingers were gently teasing his manhood as he was slowly beginning to flood his dick with blood.
“Mmmmyyyeeeaaaahhhhh…”
“Soooo, you like the idea of people watching us?”
Bam! Near instant hardness! Okay, so now I have learned something new. Or at least he was revealing me to some deep dark secret. Maybe he viewed it as a perversion?
“MMMmmmm...” he moaned softly as I started to slowly circle the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue before I pressed him farther.
“Where would you want us to be seen? Some place public? Like a park?”
“Yeeahhhhh... I like that….”
“But what if guys see me?” I was playing my most teen-like, coquettish voice. “Would you like that?”
He moaned as his hands were now reaching for my head, to grasp my hair.
“Should I wear something sexy? Or maybe even risky?”
“Mmmmmm…” he groaned. But there was no denying his arousal, now. His 5-inch pecker was hard enough to drive nails.
“Imagine your wife… walking in the park, late at night… You have to find me…” I licked his cock like a lollipop, now, and Steve was reduced to just a series of moans and groans. I had him, now.
“I’m walking along the path… I’m wearing my red fuck-me heels… so everyone knows I am there to get fucked… that I’m available…” I purred sensuously with more licking of his shaft and I placed a soft, pouty kiss on the purple mushroomed head.
“The only thing I am wearing… is my satin cape from Halloween…” He had a good grip on my hair and occasionally he was pulling, I think more from arousal than anything else. Typical guy. If he can’t hold onto his dick, he has to hold on to something else.
“It is windy out… My cape is flying… Everyone can see me walking… I’m naked… *******... helpless… Deeper into the park… I don’t know where you are… but a guy is following me, now… He is getting closer... and closer… he can just... about... grab… my… cape…”
Blast off! He gave me about a second’s notice before he ejaculated, his body having gone from undulating his hips at my lips to rigid and then shooting off in less than three seconds. I hurried my lips onto the head of his cock, to start suckling in his cum. He tasted a little on the bitter side, his semen watery, especially in comparison to Hyper. He also didn’t shoot very much, and I was able to hold his entire load in my mouth. After he had mostly shot-off, I smiled to him and opened my mouth, using my tongue to swirl around his jism, before making a show of swallowing for him.
“Damn, that was hot, Suz… Where did you come up with that?”
“Wellllll…” I purred to him. “I may have done something like that... or maybe not. Before we met, that is. Or I may have been reading some sexy stories? Or I might have seen it in some videos. I wasn’t always Miss Sweet and Innocent remember? I lost my virginity very young.”
Steve nodded and dropped his head back on the bed as he recovered. Climbing up his body, I snuggled into his arm, and gave him last kiss for the night, without giving it a second though that he may have just tasted his own semen…
I was at the doctor’s office two days later and once in the stirrups, I was given my diagnosis. I had trichomoniasis. Boy, was I pissed. But I was also shocked to learn that although it was still a tad too early to be certain, my pee-stick tested faintly positive. The doctor told me to test in another few days to be sure. I was given an interrogation as to who my lover was that gave me Trich, and as the health authorities needed to be notified. It was incredibly awkward to dance around the fact that I had been ***** by a homeless stranger and given an STI, without telling the doctor I had been ***** by a homeless stranger and given an STI. I ended up calling it a wild night at a bar and waking up with someone I didn’t know while I was traveling. I also ensured that I had that all-important doctor-patient confidentiality and had to sign new health disclosure forms that prevented my husband from knowing anything about my reproductive system health.
I got the prescription filled and started taking the powerful antibiotic later that same day, though it would be another week or so before it was safe to be sexually active again. So, I would spend a several more nights giving Steve oral gratification using sexually these charged stories, each of them getting more and more extreme, until my last one was my wearing one of my new tunics on a date with Steve and getting ***** in front if him by some homeless black guy. He liked that one. In fact, the next morning he was gushing about how hot it was, and how good he felt, not only last night, but also that morning. So, after work I took the opportunity to go ‘shopping’. When I came home, Steve was still at work. I grabbed a fast shower and relaxed, until he called to tell me he was on his way home and would bring dinner.
With a deliciously evil grin I could not stop smiling, I went to the closet and pulled out my blood-red satin tunic and my matching red 6-inch platform hooker stilettos. I had only worn these twice in public and they were still tricky for me, but as I stood in the foyer when Steve opened the door, he damn-near dropped our dinner on the floor. I smiled devilishly at him.
“You know, it is a lovely night outside, I think I am going to go for a walk.”
I never made it to the front door, and we finally remembered dinner was still sitting on the counter, cold. But at least I now had an excuse to have these tunics, and perhaps other garments, depending on how twisted Hyper would get. The timing was perfect, because in two days, I was going back on the road, only this time I had to tell Hyper he was a father. At least, I hoped he was.
My arrival home as met by a loving husband, who took me to a nice dinner and we had a pleasant weekend together. Nothing steamy, just warm, snuggly and comfy. We watched TV, watched movies, and we went out to breakfast and dinner. I did have to find a way to do some extra laundry, which I was able to do while Steve napped. Now cleaned and wrinkle-free, I had my new tunics and cape hanging in my walk-in closet, to the far end, concealed, I hoped, by the heavy coats and things I rarely wore. I also stored my Halloween costumes back there, my authentic Batgirl costume, my New York High-fashion model outfit (which was scandalously revealing- something Hyper was sure to love me in) and my Vampiress costume, which was not much more than a sexy short black satin dress and another satin cape. It was a good thing Steve liked it when I wore satin as my fetish for the awesome material had spread to about 90% or more of what I wore, nowadays.
But after having to go into the office for a few days for meetings, new product training and the like, I was realizing something was becoming bad wrong and I verified it at the office when I ducked into the bathroom. I pulled my panties down to tinkle and that was when I noticed the discharge in my panties. It was not a yeast infection, I had experienced a couple of those before, they happened from time to time. But this was just, ewww. The color and scent were completely out of what I would ever want to experience and as I sat on the toilet, I was digging into my purse to call my OB/GYN. That was when I noticed a text from Hyper on my phone.
“Word is you met Homeless Harry. See a doctor before you come back.”
Yeah, like I suddenly discovered. That homeless, r a p i n g asshole had evidently given me an STI. Fucker.
Making the appointment took all of about 5 minutes, but before I could return to the meeting, I had to take my panties off and wash them in the sink, along with my hands, twice. The good thing about wearing thin polyester panties? They didn’t hold water and dried quickly. The bad thing about polyester panties? They would easily let moisture through. I had to suffer the humiliation of going to my boss’s administrative assistant to obtain a tampon. On the outside, I was embarrassed, on the inside I was seething. That night, Steve wanted to be amorous, and I had to explain to him that I had a feminine problem, but that I would ensure he was pleased.
Crawling into bed, it was time to start my best actress nomination performance.
“Honey? What is your greatest fantasy?” I asked.
“Suzi, it is that we win the lottery, take our $900 million and spend the rest of our lives in a life of luxury and comfort.”
I started to draw down his underwear and kiss my way down his chest. But with his response, I cupped his balls and gave him a squeeze.
“Wanna try that again?” I asked as my grip tightened.
“Oh... oh... okay, okay... ouch. Be fucking careful down there!”
“So, tell me what you dream of. No limits, no judgement. Tell me what would give you the biggest orgasm in your life?”
“Well, when we did it on the balcony on our honeymoon was pretty hot…”
I remembered that. He had approached me from behind as I stood on the balcony of our 10th floor hotel suite. I wore a bikini, and he wound up feeling me up, getting me turned on, and as he bent me over with my hands on the railing, he took me in full view of anyone who looked up. Over 100 feet up, that is.
“Okay, that was hot...” I coo’d to him, by now having his jockeys off and I shifted my fingers from his balls to the head of his cock, teasing the head gently. “What else?”
“Ohh... that feels good, Suz… Ummm... I dunno... maybe... having making love in my office?”
“Oh? You want others to hear us behind closed doors?” I teased, blowing a soft breath on his shaft, using my free hand to hold his floppy manhood still.
“Mmmmm... yeaaahhh... That would be cooollll…”
“But that means they would have to see me enter with you, wouldn’t it?” My fingers were gently teasing his manhood as he was slowly beginning to flood his dick with blood.
“Mmmmyyyeeeaaaahhhhh…”
“Soooo, you like the idea of people watching us?”
Bam! Near instant hardness! Okay, so now I have learned something new. Or at least he was revealing me to some deep dark secret. Maybe he viewed it as a perversion?
“MMMmmmm...” he moaned softly as I started to slowly circle the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue before I pressed him farther.
“Where would you want us to be seen? Some place public? Like a park?”
“Yeeahhhhh... I like that….”
“But what if guys see me?” I was playing my most teen-like, coquettish voice. “Would you like that?”
He moaned as his hands were now reaching for my head, to grasp my hair.
“Should I wear something sexy? Or maybe even risky?”
“Mmmmmm…” he groaned. But there was no denying his arousal, now. His 5-inch pecker was hard enough to drive nails.
“Imagine your wife… walking in the park, late at night… You have to find me…” I licked his cock like a lollipop, now, and Steve was reduced to just a series of moans and groans. I had him, now.
“I’m walking along the path… I’m wearing my red fuck-me heels… so everyone knows I am there to get fucked… that I’m available…” I purred sensuously with more licking of his shaft and I placed a soft, pouty kiss on the purple mushroomed head.
“The only thing I am wearing… is my satin cape from Halloween…” He had a good grip on my hair and occasionally he was pulling, I think more from arousal than anything else. Typical guy. If he can’t hold onto his dick, he has to hold on to something else.
“It is windy out… My cape is flying… Everyone can see me walking… I’m naked… *******... helpless… Deeper into the park… I don’t know where you are… but a guy is following me, now… He is getting closer... and closer… he can just... about... grab… my… cape…”
Blast off! He gave me about a second’s notice before he ejaculated, his body having gone from undulating his hips at my lips to rigid and then shooting off in less than three seconds. I hurried my lips onto the head of his cock, to start suckling in his cum. He tasted a little on the bitter side, his semen watery, especially in comparison to Hyper. He also didn’t shoot very much, and I was able to hold his entire load in my mouth. After he had mostly shot-off, I smiled to him and opened my mouth, using my tongue to swirl around his jism, before making a show of swallowing for him.
“Damn, that was hot, Suz… Where did you come up with that?”
“Wellllll…” I purred to him. “I may have done something like that... or maybe not. Before we met, that is. Or I may have been reading some sexy stories? Or I might have seen it in some videos. I wasn’t always Miss Sweet and Innocent remember? I lost my virginity very young.”
Steve nodded and dropped his head back on the bed as he recovered. Climbing up his body, I snuggled into his arm, and gave him last kiss for the night, without giving it a second though that he may have just tasted his own semen…
I was at the doctor’s office two days later and once in the stirrups, I was given my diagnosis. I had trichomoniasis. Boy, was I pissed. But I was also shocked to learn that although it was still a tad too early to be certain, my pee-stick tested faintly positive. The doctor told me to test in another few days to be sure. I was given an interrogation as to who my lover was that gave me Trich, and as the health authorities needed to be notified. It was incredibly awkward to dance around the fact that I had been ***** by a homeless stranger and given an STI, without telling the doctor I had been ***** by a homeless stranger and given an STI. I ended up calling it a wild night at a bar and waking up with someone I didn’t know while I was traveling. I also ensured that I had that all-important doctor-patient confidentiality and had to sign new health disclosure forms that prevented my husband from knowing anything about my reproductive system health.
I got the prescription filled and started taking the powerful antibiotic later that same day, though it would be another week or so before it was safe to be sexually active again. So, I would spend a several more nights giving Steve oral gratification using sexually these charged stories, each of them getting more and more extreme, until my last one was my wearing one of my new tunics on a date with Steve and getting ***** in front if him by some homeless black guy. He liked that one. In fact, the next morning he was gushing about how hot it was, and how good he felt, not only last night, but also that morning. So, after work I took the opportunity to go ‘shopping’. When I came home, Steve was still at work. I grabbed a fast shower and relaxed, until he called to tell me he was on his way home and would bring dinner.
With a deliciously evil grin I could not stop smiling, I went to the closet and pulled out my blood-red satin tunic and my matching red 6-inch platform hooker stilettos. I had only worn these twice in public and they were still tricky for me, but as I stood in the foyer when Steve opened the door, he damn-near dropped our dinner on the floor. I smiled devilishly at him.
“You know, it is a lovely night outside, I think I am going to go for a walk.”
I never made it to the front door, and we finally remembered dinner was still sitting on the counter, cold. But at least I now had an excuse to have these tunics, and perhaps other garments, depending on how twisted Hyper would get. The timing was perfect, because in two days, I was going back on the road, only this time I had to tell Hyper he was a father. At least, I hoped he was.
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