It was a hot summer night in the entertainment district of the city, and the outdoor patio of the most famous gourmet restaurant there was filled with people. A tall, handsome, and well-built man, Michael, exited the door to leave the restaurant, then held it open for his wife. He took his young twenty-six years old wife Susan by the hand and guided her over the doorstep, and as soon as the five-foot-eight blonde beauty stepped out, all eyes focused on her perfect, athletic legs, leading up to a loose black minidress that started mid-thigh but hid her slim, athletic torso and flat stomach. Susan preferred loose dresses as they didn't suffocate her or squeeze her breasts, and were much easier for her husband to pull off for a quick coitus session.
Susan and her husband Michael left the swanky restaurant and headed toward the parking lot. Even as they turned towards the back, cars with male drivers slowed down to admire her legs and her gorgeous face, accentuated by her long straight blonde hair. Susan was used to this attention as her whole life she was more often than not the most beautiful woman in the area. As she and her husband faced each other to kiss, they didn't notice a car pull up next to them in the lot and stop.
"Hi gorgeous!" the man in the passenger window shouted, but Susan ignored him and her husband led her to their car.
Then the two men got out of the car and began verbally harassing the couple. Susan tried to get into her car quickly but one man ran up before her husband Michael could react and grabbed her ass. That's the last straw, thought Susan, and she spun around quickly and punched him in the nose full force, flooring him. However, her husband wasn't so lucky because as he rushed across the car to assist her, he didn't see the remaining bully behind him; being a typical bully he gave Michael a quick kick between the legs from behind. Her husband dropped to the floor, angering Susan beyond thought. She started to round her car to confront the remaining bully, but he quickly hopped onto the hood and in typical cowardly rapist fashion, attacked Susan from behind by putting her into a bear hug. What he didn't realize was that Susan was at one time full contact mixed martial arts division champion during her college years; however, he was lucky in that he was taller and picked her off her feet before she could stomp his foot.
"Leave them alone!" shouted a voice. Susan turned to see a younger, probably still college-aged east Asian man grab her assailant and knee him hard in the kidney, causing him to drop her. He quickly punched at her rescuer, who ducked it and then hit him square in the chin and kneed him in the stomach. Probably realizing he now had a witness who would testify he was grabbing a woman against her will, he turned to walk away, facing Susan directly. He made an evil smile when he saw her beautiful face, with her long blonde hair messed around it, and that was all the distraction Susan needed. Since he was taller and focused now on her face and breasts, he didn't even notice the heel of Susan's foot suddenly swing up and out in a side kick; he walked straight into her trap like a deer in headlights. Unfortunately, Susan forgot she was wearing stilettos, and her sexy stiletto heel was the first part that made contact with the bully, poking in somewhere in his throat.
His eyes opened in pure shock and he fell hard on his back onto the pavement; he hit the hard ground head first, but had his hand on his throat and was struggling to breathe properly.
Meanwhile, the east Asian man had run over to her husband, who was gripping his groin in pain, and helped him lie on his back:
"Are you OK sir?" he asked.
"Yes, thanks," replied Michael. He looked up behind Susan, and she turned to see the assailant she had punched in the nose flee the parking lot.
Susan quickly dialed star nine on her iPhone: "Hello, my husband was attacked and injured.
Yes...one of the attackers is hurt pretty bad too...please hurry to the midtown Mr. Chow restaurant."
She then turned to the young east Asian man, who had helped her injured husband lie on his back and held his head off the pavement. He was pressing around Michael's pelvis area and must have noticed her staring at him, as he looked straight at her. Immediately he was like a deer in headlights, star-struck at the gorgeous blonde wife in front of him with the body of an athletic lingerie model. She decided to snap him out of the trance:
"Hi. I'm Susan," she said.
"Martin," he replied, "Sorry, I'm not fondling your husband, but he told me his pelvis was hurting, and it looks like one of your attackers might have damaged some nerves around his groin."
"Is he going to be, OK?" asked Susan, worried about what this would do to her marriage; her husband was a fantastic lover, and she didn't want to lose that.
"Don't know yet.
Sorry, I'm just starting medical school this year," Martin apologized unnecessarily. He was very nice, remarked Susan, caring, humble, and despite not being as strong or tall or as handsome as her husband, he had a decent, warm face and a lean, fit body. Susan took some time to admire Martin's physique; for some reason this average but reasonably fit east Asian man examining her husband's groin made her labia swell with interest.
Almost a week had passed, and Michael had returned home from the hospital with Susan, with minor injuries that would have limited impact on their sex life. Thank goodness, thought Susan, as she wanted to bear him plenty of children, and have a lot of fun during the conception aspects of it. While her husband had just woken up, Susan had quickly rushed to their giant walk-in closet and had selected a very sexy matching lace bra and g-string set to wear out to her husband. She confidently swayed her hips back and forth as she sashayed out of her closet and into the main bedroom, shaking her head and long blonde hair, then smiling and licking her lips at her husband. As typical, Michael could only stare with his jaw open at his unimaginably beautiful wife, offering herself to him in a sexy lace lingerie set, as she pulled the comforter off and climbed into bed with him.
She noticed his penis was not erect yet, so she swung her hair over his groin to tickle his member through his boxers, then quickly pulled his boxers off so he was completely naked with her.
Susan placed her hands on his nipples, and quickly straddled her husband, wrapping her legs around his and placing her crotch directly on top of his limp penis. Her husband reached up and began squeezing her breasts through her bra, causing her to moan and increase the rate of her breathing.
She began rotating her hips, purposefully rubbing her lace g-string crotch against his soft member, her inner labia lips massaging to the top of his penis. Her breathing increased and she unclasped her bra and threw it to the side of the bed to give Michael full access to her breasts and nipples. This caused her husband to sit up, flexing his rock-hard six-pack to pull his muscular upper body into her arms; he proceeded to thrust his tongue into her mouth. After some tongue action, Susan broke their kiss and with both hands guided his face into her breasts, where her husband began sucking on her nipples and kissing all around her chest. Her husband then wrapped his arms around her waist and clumsily began thrusting up against her g-string crotch, hoping his penis would get hard, but it didn't.
"Don't worry lover," Susan consoled, "Just relax. Remember...the doctor said you need to relax and focus as the nerves are a little damaged, but we should still be able to make love."
Her husband nodded sadly.
"Here, relax and let Doctor Susan do the work here," Susan said softly, kissing her husband on the lips.
