The wait for our test results was excruciating. During the day when she was at work it wasn't so bad, but evenings, when we were together, the sexual tension hung thick in the air between us. We busied ourselves by visiting the zoo, and the nearby National Park, we went to a couple of movies, both comedies because we figured we needed a good laugh. We tried to avoid anything that would result in us leaving behind saliva, like eating out, and we constantly washed our hands. We spent hours at the park watching the nocturnal wildlife appear as the sun sank below the horizon, I even took my binoculars and introduced her to bird watching, a minor hobby of mine. Birds coming to roost at sunset is a different experience from birds at sunrise, and we even saw a few owls coming out for their evening hunt. She learned how to identify several species of birds that week. For most of our meals we just cooked or ordered delivery if we were home. I did my best to distract her from the mess that her life had become. By Friday she still hadn't heard anything from Brady, which was fine by her, but a bit bothersome to me. Why hadn't a man who supposedly loved her been in touch?
On Saturday she mentioned that her toes needed new polish.
"I could help with that," I offered.
"You want to polish my toes?"
"Sure, I kinda have a thing for your feet, for small feet in general. What are you, a size six shoe."
"You know your feet, Jason," she grinned, "I want to change color so you'll have to remove what's there, and then wash my feet if you're into that."
"Oh yeah, I'm into that!"
She gave me her polish remover, the kind with aloe in it. I grabbed up some cotton balls and retrieved a rag from the laundry and sat at her feet while she sat on the sofa. She removed her socks and wiggled her toes at me. Her feet were perfect, size six, with a bit of a high arch, and perfectly graduated toes, from her big toe down to her dainty pinkie toe. I put one foot, and then the other, to my nose and breathed deeply, they smelled like corn chips.
"Ew, really Jason?"
I drunkenly gazed at her face and just smiled before I slowly inhaled again, and then kissed the ball of her foot and gave it a small touch with my tongue, salty.
"You're never kissing my lips with those lips again."
"I'll be just fine as long as you let me play with your feet every night," I responded as I rubbed my cheek against her sole.
"Stop with the kink and get on with caring for my pretty little toes, you pervert."
The polish remover disappointed me, it was too good! It didn't take long until the old polish was gone. I loved holding and touching her feet, holding the sole in my palm, her tiny toes flexing in my hand. She giggled a bit, not being used to someone other than herself touching her feet. With the polish removed I disposed of the waste and filled a small tub with warm soapy water. She lifted her feet as I slid the tub under them and then relaxed her feet into the water, letting out a small sigh in the process and laying her head against the back of the sofa. I soaped my hands from the body wash I'd brought and took first one foot, and then the other, into my soapy hands. I washed every inch of her perfect feet. I slid my fingers between her toes and she giggled and shook her foot back and forth, and then she moaned. I noticed that one of her hands had disappeared inside the shorts she was wearing, and I dipped my head to look into the leg opening. She wasn't wearing panties and I could see a finger circling her clit.
"Enjoying this, I see."
"Don't stop Jason," was her breathless response
"Would you like me to rinse your feet and then maybe I could suck on your toes?"
She gasped at the thought. "Oh fuck, yes. Get some clean water, and be quick about it!"
I dumped the soapy water and refilled the tub with fresh water to rinse her feet. Returning to her I dipped one foot in the water and then placed it on a towel I had positioned next to the tub. I repeated with the other foot.
I slid the tub of water off to the side, out of my way, and then took one foot in my hands. Beginning at her heel I drug my tongue up to her toes, causing her to squeal and jerk. I noticed the hand in her shorts working harder. I repeated with the other foot, getting the same response. Ratcheting down a notch, I started at her heel and slowly planted wet kisses on the soles and sides of her feet, then moved to the top and kissed her toes. I then proceeded to kiss, suck and lick every toe while she moaned out her pleasure.
"Okay, if you keep doing this I'll let you kiss my lips again, fuck I didn't know feet were a sex organ, my clit was on fire while you washed my feet."
My cock was about to explode as it had been a long time since I'd been with a woman who had such perfect feet. I usually didn't reveal my fetish to my dates unless their feet were around size six, I'm pretty selective in my fetish.
Soon her moan rose to a groan and her finger worked feverishly inside her shorts. I gave a good suck on one of her pinkie toes as I massaged the pressure point for her heart.
"Oh fuck, Jaaaassooooonn!" The crotch of her shorts was suddenly wet, and my plump little blonde object of lust had ejaculated. She continued rubbing her clit, her breath coming in gasps, her toes spread, and she spasmed as an intense orgasm wracked her body. Finally, she relaxed against the sofa and pulled her hand out of her shorts, I released her toe from my mouth.
"Dammit, man! What do you think you're doing? You're going to ruin me for any future lovers!"
"I see that you, uh, came," I said with an evil grin.
"What the fuck is up with that? How does that happen? Never before in my life have I cum like that, I didn't even know women could do that! Again, dammit man!"
I laughed, which caused her to laugh.
"I think you need to clean my sofa."
"Yeah, well I have to catch my breath first. Go get me some cleaner and I'll take care of it."
She cleaned the leather sofa so I wouldn't have to be exposed to her fluids, and when she was on her knees wiping the surface her delicious ass wiggled back and forth in the most inviting manner. I was desperate to grab her hips and plunge my cock into her, but I heard my doctor in my head.
The evenings between our test and receiving the results were almost like dating. I did my best to show her what a relationship could be like, a stark contrast to what she'd experienced. We didn't kiss but we hugged a lot, more often than not she would snuggle up to me if we were sitting side-by-side.
Finally, on Monday, a week after our test samples were drawn, my doctor called with the diagnosis, it wasn't what I wanted to hear.
"Jason, the good news is that you don't have HIV, but you do have gonorrhea. Don't worry, I can treat that with an injection so just stop by the office as soon as you can and one of my staff will administer it. You have also been exposed to chlamydia, though you don't test positive for it. Out of caution, I'm going to prescribe doxycycline, 100 mg orally two times a day for seven days. No sex until you complete the medication, and then only if you are not showing symptoms. And continue avoiding any bodily fluids, even tears, it's possible though not likely, to be infected that way."
"What about Chelsea?"
"You told me she was your only sexual partner since your last test, you figure it out. I just got off the phone with her. Bring her with you when you come for your injection. There will be two prescriptions waiting at your pharmacy. She needs to notify her husband and encourage him to get tested. Hopefully, he'll get tested but that's up to him."
"Thanks, doc."
I hung up and turned to find Chelsea, she was already standing behind me, tears welling in her eyes.
"That bastard, that rat bastard! I want to kill him!"
"Calm down Chelsea, getting emotional doesn't help. He's getting his just rewards, no doubt he's positive as well."
"That's not enough, I want it known that he's dirty and gave it to me."
"Then you want people to know you're dirty, as you call it? Is that really what you want? People talking about Chelsea having the clap?"
"No, hell no, but . . ."
"That's what I thought. Listen, we have a direct line between my infection and Brady, if necessary I will give your lawyer a deposition stating under oath that you have been my only sexual partner since my last test, I'll even authorize the release of my past test results to the court. And if you can testify that you never went outside your marriage then the judge will draw the obvious conclusion that Brady gave it to you. He might even require Brady and Phoebe to be tested."
"You're right, that's probably best."
"You can swear under oath that you never went outside your marriage, can't you?"
"Jason! Yes! The only man I've been with since our wedding is Brady! How can you ask such a thing?"
"Because that's exactly what the divorce judge will ask. You need to be prepared for some very personal questions, Chelsea. The judge may want to dig into your sexual past, maybe even before Brady."
"Oh, god," she groaned.
"I fully expect that my sex life and our times together will be explored. It's going to be uncomfortable, but I'll do this for you, I'm not going to let you down.
