"Good thing we left early. We need gas," Angela told her husband, Kurt. He grunted, not happy with the announcement, but taking it in stride. He was nervous. His kid brother was going to propose to his girlfriend tonight, and he'd invited the whole gang out to witness it. So, they were on their way to a posh drinking spot - formal ware required. So, Angela was in a beautiful blue silk evening gown, and Kurt was in a fancy black tie affair he'd had to rent.
She pulled into the gas station. It was really more of a truck stop then a gas station. At any rate, the store was closed at this time of night, and there wasn't an attendant, but all the lights were on, the pumps were running, and the restrooms were unlocked. It was a filthy place generally, and seemed a dangerous sort of place to go at night, especially for a woman by herself. But it was the only gas station for miles and miles along their prospective route, so it would have to do.
Angela got out, and handed the keys over to Kurt. "I need to use the ladies room," she told him.
"Uh... not really a good place for that," Kurt responded, worried, "Can you wait?"
"Nope. Don't worry, I'll be fine."
"Um... Do you want me to go into the stall with you? Or I can wait outside if you prefer, after checking that there isn't some degenerate hanging out inside."
"Aww.... You're so sweet. I think I'll be fine though. I'll scream if I need you, ok? Why don't you pump, while I'm in the ladies room? That way, when I get out, we can scoot on down the road."
Kurt looked uncertain that it was a good idea, but he relented. What she said did make sense, and he wasn't going to be all that far away. Just forty feet or so. He got out, and started fishing for his wallet. Angela swept up to him, and gave him a quick kiss on the mouth on her way to the restroom.
It's gonna work,
she thought, suppressing a wicked smile on her way to the restroom, thinking of the plan she'd set in motion earlier in the day.
When she got to the restroom, she opened the door. The room was dark and smelled dirty. Piss and dirty pussy, and worse assailed her nose. She fumbled briefly for the light switch, and in a moment, the harsh hum and glare of the bare, overhead fluorescent lights came one. The room was unoccupied. The room was as dirty as it smelled, with black marked tile floors, dried piss stains, and a sink that looked like something used by a mechanic. Angela quickly walked in, and let the heavy spring shut the door behind her. She locked the door, and went to work. First, she checked to make sure that the attendant had left everything the way she'd specified, when she bribed him earlier in the day. There was no toilet paper, no paper towels, and no seat covers. Good. Then she walked a few steps to the sink, and turned both handles on, for both the hot and cold water. Then dropped down to her knees in front of the sink, and found the shut off valves next to the wall. It didn't take her long to have the water shut off at the wall. She was ready to start.
She pulled up her dress, and pulled down her panties, and sat on the dubiously clean surface of the toilet seat. She suppressed an inner shudder. Women usually "hovered" over public toilet seats, especially ones in restroom like this, and Angela was no exception. But today, with what she had in mind, it wouldn't make any difference. She had to get used to the idea.
She really did need to use the restroom, and so she did so. First she urinated, and then she moved her bowels. She came close to emptying herself, but left just a little bit ready to go in both the front and back. It had been at least five minutes since she'd come into the restroom. Kurt had to have been finished by now. It was time to do this... or to chicken out.
Angela got up, and then flushed the toilet. She sort of waddled over to the sink, with her panties still pulled taunt between her knees. She looked deeply into her own eyes in the mirror. Her perfectly permed blond hair, done in loops and swirls, almost like prom night again. Her perfect make-up, and bright blue eyes. The dress really made her eyes pop, making them stand out and look bluer then normal. She looked as good as she ever did, and she normally looked pretty nice. She worked hard to maintain her cheerleader physique, exercising nearly everyday, and always watching what she ate.
Kurt, with his dark, curly hair, ever present five o clock shadow, and demeanor that seemed a little dangerous was a perfect compliment to her. Better yet, beyond the shallow appearances, he was a good husband, and they loved each other deeply. But Angela had had some problems with jealousy. Specifically, she was jealous of the porn that he looked at sometimes. It made her feel like she was lacking somehow, that he looked at other women on the internet. Sure, she realized that it was stupid and irrational to be jealous of pictures and movies, but she was. At least he didn't have a closet full of porn or anything like that. Still, sometimes she'd secretly check his internet history to see what websites he'd been visiting, and what movies he'd been watching. Most of the time, she didn't bring up much. He seemed to clear his history on a regular basis. She'd even do searches on his computer to see if he'd downloaded anything, but that always came up blank as well.
It all changed a couple of months ago. He had been up late on the computer, and when he finished, he just sort of stumbled to bed, barely able to walk straight. He'd woken Angela up coming to bed, and she couldn't believe that he was up so late. The next morning he was almost late to work, but just managed to get out the door in time. Angela only had to work half a day herself, and when she came home, a little after noon, she found that the computer was still on from the night before. Kurt had forgotten to clear his history, and he'd forgotten to close out his hidden folder of porn. Angela couldn't resist looking, and what she found, shocked her to her core. The normal porn she'd found ran a rang from very tame, to hardcore ass to mouth porn. That wasn't terribly surprising. He loved Angela's firm, hear shaped ass, and anal sex was something that they both enjoyed pretty regularly. But in a smaller sub-folder, she found his collection of scat porn. He liked shit.
It was disgusting and horrifying to discover. She wanted to confront him about it, but what would she say? What could he possibly tell her that would make it right in her mind, that he was into something so disgusting. She simply closed his folder, and erased his internet history, and she never brought it up. But it got her mind to working, and she found herself actually disgusted at first to have anything to do with him. Was that something that he'd done with other women, had them shit in his mouth, like so many of his videos were about? Would he actually cheat to get something like that, that he couldn't get at home?
At first, she found herself pulling away from him. It was a horrible thing, this barrier of secrets between them. But deep inside, she still loved him, and his disgusting kinks didn't really change who he fundamentally was. There was a cold spell in their relationship, but Angela worked to overcome her revulsion, and rebuild their bond. She was still jealous of course, she always was when he looked at porn, but there wasn't much she could do about it. Well, not unless she confronted him, and laid his secrets bare. And if so, if she did, would he ask her to do those things that he liked in his porn? Could she?
