I was supposed to give antibiotics to a new client assigned to me from the home health agency that I work for. The address was about an hour away so I put on my scrubs and kissed my husband good bye. I had all the equipment in the car that I would need to start an I.V. and administer the medication. It was late in the evening as I drove to the address.
I felt tired from the long day. My morning had been full of taking care of the children and doing the daily tasks of life. I had cooked my man his dinner and cleaned the dishes when he decided I looked good in the old, torn shorts I had thrown on. He grabbed my ass and began to grope me from behind as I stood in front of the sink. I knew what that meant and proceeded up the stairs into the bedroom. He followed, locking the door.
The usual routine of love-making had occurred with general satisfaction. He had tasted me, I tasted him, and then he mounted me in the usual missionary fashion. I was in and out of the shower just in time to hit the road for my appointment.
I couldn't complain after eight years of marriage. My husband was a good man, very handsome, and worked hard. He always treated me well and we had a good home life to show for it. He didn't mind me working part-time as a nurse because it gave us extra money for luxuries. I had never strayed and never thought about it. I figured my womanhood would only know my husband for the rest of my life. I was comfortable with that idea, as I applied my makeup in the rear-view mirror while waiting for the traffic light to change. I pinned my blonde hair into a bun and tried to dig my thong out of my crack before going to the door of my client.
"Hi, my name is Tara. The agency sent me to give you some medicine. Ok if I come in?"
"Oh yes, come right in. I'm Mark Tompkins. Sorry you had to come out so late but, I work during the day. Where would you like me?" he asked. He was wearing sweatpants and a tanktop as he led me into the house.
"Whatever is most comfortable for you. I just need you to lie down while I start this I.V. It usually takes about an hour to administer." I informed him as I noticed what was on the TV screen. He had been watching some porno and a woman was screaming to get fucked harder. I was blushing as he quickly grabbed the remote and turned the volume down but left the movie running.
"Sorry about that. I guess I forgot that was playing," he stammered. I could sense that he wasn't really sorry and I was beginning to feel uncomfortable being alone with him. His eyes roamed over my body, giving me the feeling that he was picturing me naked. I just wanted to finish with this call as quickly as possible and proceeded with the light physical examination as he laid down on the black, leather couch.
I took his blood pressure, pulse rate, and temperature to start. I used the stethoscope to listen to his lungs when I noticed him staring at my chest. My scrub top had fallen away giving him a direct line of sight down the V neckline. I regretted not wearing a tee shirt to hide my lacy, white bra that held my 36C's. He could plainly see the tops of my pale breasts pushing out of the cups. I stood up straightening my shirt when I noticed the bulge in his groin.
"Maybe you should take Its blood pressure. I am sure it is high because it feels like I got a hardon from hell." he said with an evil smile and his eyes twinkling.
"Excuse me, Mr. Tompkins... that is a little inappropriate and I am starting to feel uncomfortable. Maybe I should go. Someone else can come out here and give you your medicine."
I began gathering my equipment when I felt his hands around my waist. He pulled me down on the couch, hugging me firmly from behind. He held a handful of my breast with one hand as the other sneaked down my pants. I noticed an orgy taking place on the screen as I began to panic. This was sexual battery which could lead into him raping me. Nothing like this had ever happened to me except for the time my husband's friend had gotten too touchy-feely at a party. He had only felt my tits up and tried to kiss me compared to this man trying to probe my pussy with his fingers. When I told my husband about it, he said I was over-reacting and to let it go. I think this situation was becoming much worse.
"Stop it, please Mr. Tompkins. You can't do this to me. I'm married with children." I yelled while struggling in his arms. He had his hand up my shirt feeling my breasts. I felt him push my bra upwards as my tits fell out of their support. He was pinching my nipples and digging against my closed legs, trying to get access to my vagina.
"I just want feel you a little bit. Open your legs and let me see if your wet. You're so young and pretty. Its all I can do not to cum in my pants." he begged as I felt his hard on pressing against the small of my back. I began thrashing in his arms which only helped him slip his hand into my panties. His rough fingers began probing my pussy.
"Oh, you little sexpot. You shave down there. Yea, I bet your husband likes that. I bet he likes looking at your smooth pussy. I bet he pretends your a young girl who has never had a hair down there. Hum? Does he?"
