You also have to take this Azithromycin." He hands me a pill packet."Ok..." I'm really confused now. "But what's it for?" You sir, have Gonorrhea." He...looks me in the eyes. "You know, the clap." What?" I feel outraged that he could say that. "What do you mean I have the clap?"He backs up a little. "Well ... If you have sex with someone who has it..." But I've only ever had sex with Sally..." My voice trails off as the implications set in. Sally and I have been married for two years now. If I. I lent towards her face and put my lips to hers, kissing her long and slowly, full of passion. She resisted and kept her mouth firmly closed. Fuck you she shouted, then spat in my face. I wiped the spit off my cheek on the back of my hand, looking at it dribble down to my wrist. Then I slapped her with a back hand across her cheek. No more games u fucking slut, do as I tell you Slap again just for good measure. Her cheek turning a dark shade of red in the rough shape of a hand, my wedding ring. I chuckled nervously. Suddenly he reached down and flicked the tip."Owww," I squeaked as I attempted to back off. He giggled and flicked it again."Ow, stop that," I said (I mean what else would you say?)."Aww, that's cute," he said with a devilish grin "who were you beating off too?" Miss Whitney," (our biology teacher) I lied."In the boy's changing room? I don't think so."I deiced to be bold and tell the truth, what else did I have to lose?"You," I said.His eyebrows raised slightly in mild. She does not move. I approach my left hand as well. It rests on the other side of her waist. I slowly start caressing her back.She moves slowly to push me back towards the corner of the balustrade. It is much more like some teasing because she also slowly rubs her hips and her ass on me. Hopefully she is a bit shorter than me and her strokes only target my thighs. My overweigh shows with a (modest) belly that rubs against her back. She goes on with her movements and even starts to stand on.