Traffic Stop that goes Terribly Wrong Part 3
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My wife of 20 years and I were out for a nice dinner in a local restaurant. Naturally, after 20 years, you seem to look for things that can spark the interest of the other or things that keep the excitement alive. I had no idea how the events of this one evening would change our dynamics forever!
My wife and I had been planning this nice evening our for over a week. It was a nice Italian Restaurant not far from home, but one that we did not got to often. It was a nice Saturday evening and we were looking forward to a romantic evening out. We both showered, in preparation and dressed for a nice dinner out and then hopefully, some intimate fun at home after.
My wife looked amazing, once she descended the stairs of our home: 5” high heels, stockings, a just above the knee flowing dress complete with a plunging neckline that was loose-fitting and allowed her firm breasts to move under the thin material, showing lots of cleavage and the occasional nip-slip. She also added just enough make-up to look sexy with a bit of elegance.
Once in the car, I complemented her on her look as my hand found its way to her thigh, just above her knee. She put her hand over mine and smiled as we made the 10 minute drive to the restaurant. I pulled up to the valet and the young man quickly opened her car door. As I walked around the car, the look on this young man’s face said it all. I’m sure that he got a peek down my wife’s plunging neckline and then another peek up her skirt as she got out of the car. He was smiling from ear-to-ear and I’m sure that I noticed a boner in his slacks. I reached for my wife’s hand and we went inside to a beautiful table in the courtyard.
The wine was fantastic, as were the appetizers, more wine, dinner, desert and the last of the wine. My wife and I talked, touched hands, giggled and had a wonderful evening. I honestly couldn’t wait to get her home!
I paid the check and we had the valet pull our car around. I made it appoint to watch my wife tease the valet and she definitely gave him a good show as she got into the car. Her thigh-high stockings were clearly visible as she lifted her hem and she slowly slid into the passenger’s seat. I moved around to my side of the car and once I was seated in the driver’s seat, I turned to her.
“Feeling a little naughty tonight?” I asked my wife.
“I am” she replied, with one of her mischievious smiles.
With that, she reached up under her dress, shifted her hips and wiggled out of her very satin panties. The valet clearly saw it all.
“Did you give him a tip?” She asked.
“Not yet” I replied, holding out a $10 dollar bill.
My wife took the $10, rolled her panties around it and pressed the window-down. As she turned to the valet, he stepped up closer to the car and she extended her hand.
“Here you are” my wife said, “Have a nice evening.”
The valet’s eyes nearly popped put of his head once he saw the crumbled-up panties in my wife’s hand. As my wife transferred possession, she smiled, turned back to face forward and powered the window back up. I pulled away and we both laughed out loud.
“You’re feeling a bit more than naughty” I noted, “Aren’t you?”
“Get me home” she replied, “and find out.”
We pulled away and that’s when my wife asked:
“Are you okay to drive?” she asked. “We can leave the car and take an Uber, you know.”
“No” I replied, placing my hand on her thigh and anxious to get home. “It’s only a couple of miles and I’m fine. Plus, it will be a hassle coming back to get the car in the morning. I’m fine” I repeated as I pulled away, my hand reaching up under her dress.
Oh My” I commented, “My nasty little wife is a bit turned on, aren’t you?”
“Perhaps a bit” my wife replied, as she opened her legs a little bit wider.
I was now definitely distracted as I tried to multi-task. If the wine didn’t make it challenging enough, fingering my wife’s very excited folds certainly didn’t help. I’m sure that the car was weaving just a bit.
I was on the main street, yet only about a block from our neighborhood street when the rear-view mirror lit up with the red and blue lights of a Police car! Both of us jumped as the Police car added the searchlight to our car, bathing the interior with a very bright white illumination. There was no place to immediately pull over, so I used my turn indicator to notify the Policeman that I would turn on the next street, which also happened to be the street that we called home. Once I made the right-hand turn, I immediately stopped the car and looked at my wife.
“I can NOT get a DUI” I said, sounding very nervous. “It will not only cost us lots of money, but the insurance company could possibly drop us altogether AND I might loose my job. They do that now, you know, since I need to be able to use rental cars when I travel for work.”
“I asked you if you were okay?” my wife responded, sounding very annoyed. “What are you going to do?”
“Maybe….” I hesitated, “Maybe if you show a little, he’ll….”
“Really?” my wife asked, sounding a bit angry, “you want ME to show him some? That’s what you want me to do?”
“I just cannot get a DUI!” I repeated, “It will affect BOTH of us!”
It’s then that I heard the knock of the Officer’s flashlight on my window. I powered the window down, turned my head and looked directly into the white beam of his flashlight.
“Good evening, Officer” I said, trying not to blink too much.
“License and Registration” said the very deep, confident voice of the tall, black police officer.
“Yes Sir” I replied as I reached for my wallet. I asked my wife to get the registration from the glove compartment and noticed that the Officer’s light seemed to now focus on my wife’s movements. I couldn’t help but also notice that my wife’s dress was still hiked up quite high, exposing the tops of her thigh-high stockings. As she leaned forward, searching for the registration, most of her breasts and the occasional nipple, were visible as she fumbled for the requested paperwork. She was having difficulty finding the registration, yet the officer maintained the beam of light on her as she searched.
“Here it is” my wife announced, as she smiled, extended her arm and turned toward me and the officer.
The officer took both the registration from my wife and my license from me, looked them both over and then asked:
“Where are you going this evening?” He questioned, his deep voice filling the night.
“We actually live just 8 houses down this road” I nervously relied, hoping that since we were almost home that he might cut us a break, “On the right.”
“And where are you coming from?” He asked.
“Dinner” I replied.
“Have you been drinking? He continued.
“Well…” stalled, “I had a little wine with dinner, but”
“Step out of the car, sir” the officer ordered.
“Please” I pleaded, “we’re almost home…”
“Your vehicle was weaving” the officer explained, “Now step out of the car” he added more forcibly.
I opened the car door and the officer stepped back. As I stepped out of the car, he physically turned me toward the car and pushed my up against the car.
“Don’t move” the officer ordered.
“I’m afraid that my husband’s erratic driving was my fault” my wife spoke up.
“Your fault?” the officer asked. He leaned in and kept the flashlight on my wife.
“I’m afraid that I was distracting him” my wife added, “as he drove…. I’m afraid that I was a little anxious to get home,” She added, “if you know what I mean.”
I could not see my wife, yet I could hear her tone... her sweet, seductive, sexy tone.
“Have you been drinking tonight?” the officer asked my wife.
“OH… Only one glass” she lied, “I really should have driven tonight.”
The officer’s hand was still pressing against the middle of my back and firmly holding me against the side of my car.
“For safety reasons” the officer stated as he directed his comments to my wife, “I’m going to ask that you drive this vehicle home. But I do not want you exiting the vehicle. Are you able to climb over the console and get into the driver’s seat?”
“If I remove my heels” my wife responded.
“Go ahead.” The officer instructed.
What felt like 10 minutes, my wife apparently put on a show of lifting her knees to unbuckle her shoe and remove each one. Again, I could not see what was going on, but the officer maintained his flashlight, and his focus, on my wife. I imagined that as she raised her knee, that the officer could see her thigh-highs and perhaps, that she was without her panties. I’m also confident that he got a few shots of her nipples as well. Then, as she climbed up and over the console and slid into the driver’s seat, I was equally confident that the officer got quite a show. Eventually, I could see that my wife was in the driver’s seat, her seatbelt fastened and her dress bunched up around her waist, clearly showing the small tuft of hair just peeking out from between her slightly open thighs. My wife was actually smiling up at the officer.
“I’m going to administer the field sobriety test to your husband” the officer stated, and my heart sank.
“Officer” I pleaded, “We only live 8 houses away from here. Is there any chance that…..”
“That what?” the officer cut me off. “Hands behind your back. I’m handcuffing you and going to place you into my car for your own safety.”
Before I knew it, I was handcuffed and being walked back to his car.
“Wait in the car” as he opened the car and guided me into the back seat. He closed the car door and returned to the driver’s side of my car. It was obvious that he and my wife were talking but I could not hear a thing, other than the occasional police chatter over the car radio.
The officer returned to the police car and turned off the annoying blue and red flashing lights.
“I’m going to follow your wife home” the officer said, “to ensure her safety. I’ve shut off my lights to not alert nor alarm your neighbors.”
My wife slowly pulled away from the curb and the officer followed closely behind. I leaned back and felt defeated. My wife tuned into our driveway and into the garage. The officer pulled into the driveway and shut off the car. He got out and opened my car door.
“To save potential neighborhood embarrassment” the officer explained, “I’m going to conduct the field sobriety test inside your home. If you resist in anyway, or fail the test…” he continued, “I will arrest you and take you to holding. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes Sir” I replied, feeling somewhat confused yet also optimistic at the possibility of NOT getting a DUI.
He helped me out of the car and we both went into the garage, closed the garage door and then into the house. My handcuffs were still around my wrists. Once we were inside the kitchen, I saw my wife sitting on a barstool in the kitchen.
“Let me tell you how this is going to work” the officer explained slowly, as he occasionally glancing over at my wife. “Your field sobriety test is going to consist of you doing exactly as you are told. The word “NO” does NOT exist in your vocabulary tonight. If you fail to do exactly as you are told, OR speak without being spoken too, I will arrest you both and take you both to holding. I will give you both only one chance to comply. No mistakes or its over. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes Sir” both my wife and replied in harmony.
“Then stand there and watch.” The officer said as he turned his attention to my wife.
My wrists were still handcuffed behind my back so there wasn’t much that I could do.
The officer walked up to my seated wife, her eyes locked on his, and he used his knee between her knees to open her thighs even more.
“Lift your dress, bitch.” He ordered.
My eyes flew open at hearing his tone... and those words. Equally surprising is that my wife did as she was told, never looking away from his cold stare. I half expected her to be more embarrassed at what was happening and yet she seemed exited and almost challenging in her mannerism. Once her dress was raised, her thighs spread, and her pussy completely exposed, the officer looked at me.
“Is THIS what distracted you?” he asked, smiling from ear to ear as he roughly fingered her pussy.
“Yes Sir” I replied.
I watched in total amazement as his thick back fingers roughly fingered my ife’s wet pussy.
He then turned back to her.
“Undress your husband” he ordered as he withdrew his fingers.
My eyes went wide as my wife stood and walked over to me. She reached for the buttons on my shirt and opened each one, never making eye contact with me… only focusing on her task at hand. She then tugged at my belt and opened my slacks, letting them fall to the floor.
“Is this what you meant when you asked for my help tonight?” my wife asked me, in a somewhat disgusted tone. “When you asked for my help in getting you out of a ticket, is this what you had in mind?”
After a silent pause, my wife added, “Remember... you asked for this.”
I didn’t even have a chance to answer her when her fingers slipped into the waistband of my underwear and she squatted quickly, yanking them all the way to the floor. My erection sprang free, so she grabbed my hard cock on the way back up to her feet. As her eyes met mine, she smirked...
“Well” she said, “this speaks volumes about how you feel.”
She then released my cock and turned back toward the police officer standing in the middle of our kitchen. He unbuckled his gun belt and placed it on the counter.
“Unzip me, bitch.”
My wife obediently unzipped the officer’s slacks. She then dropped to her knees without being coached and fished for his cock. I swear that my wife actually licked her lips with delight as she pulled at his long, thick tool and worked it out into the light. As she gently kissed the tip of this semi-hard cock, the police officer looked over at me.
“Why don’t you have a seat over there” the officer said, motioning to one of the kitchen chairs, “We might all be here awhile,” he added with a huge grin.
I shuffled over to the kitchen chair, since my pants and underwear were around my ankles, and had a seat, my hands still cuffed behind my waist. What I saw next was quite a show! My wife proceeded to pay homage to his cock like I’ve never seen! She was holding it with both of her hands, slurping, gagging, deepthroating, choking and humming as she tried to take it all. The officer put his large hands on the back of my wife’s head and began a slow face-fuck as my wife’s eyes teared up, yet she showed no signs of stopping. She looked like a porn-star as she tried to pull the nice police officer, by his ass cheeks, deeper into her mouth. This went on for several minutes and where I should have found this humiliating and disgusting, I couldn’t help but notice how hard my own cock was!
He looked over at me and smiled.
“How you doin’ over there?” he asked.
I just nodded.
“At this rate”, the officer added, “you might just pass your field sobriety test. Would you like to pass your field sobriety test?”
“Yes Sir” I replied, “very much.”
“Well then” He added, “Just a few more things to cover.”
With those words, he bent over and guided my wife to her feet. He then kissed her passionately on the lips and she seemed to melt into him. As they kissed, he pulled her dress up and off as it easily slid over her head, shoulders and outstretched arms. My wife was now totally naked with the exception of her thigh high stocking and her heels. He leaned down close to her face and she almost lunged at his lips. They kissed some more as his powerful hands groped her naked body. He then lifted her entire body up and sat her naked ass on the kitchen island. He unbuckled his slacks the rest of the way, and they fell to the floor. As he stepped out of his pants, to my wife’s constant and lustful gaze at him, I now felt that she was no longer concerned about my potential DUI, but was now focused on her own, wanton desires. His huge, hard cock was free and pointing directly at my wife’s very wet center.
He reached out and took one of my wife’s nipples between his fingers and pinched it. My wife winced but before she knew what was happening, his other huge open-hand slapped her other breasts. She jumped and gasped even louder.
“You like that bitch?” He asked her, “You like it rough?”
Her eyes were locked on his, yet she never answered him. Three more open-handed slaps on her now reddening breasts had her close to tears but she never broke her deliberate stare into his eyes.
”Aww” he said, sarcastically, “you think that you’re tougher than me, don’t you?”
With that, he took each of her nipples into the fingers of each of his hands and roughly pulled and twisted them until she finally screamed out. My wife’s’ scream of anguish filled the entire house as tears streamed down her cheeks. He smiled and released her tender nipples. He grabbed each of her open knees and slid her hips to the edge of the counter. In spite of my wife’s recent exclamation of pain, her anticipation of what was next was obvious as she was literally dripping from her opening. The officer then lined up the tip of his cock and slowly pushed the first couple of inches into wife’s center. In a very surprising move, my wife moved her hands from the counter top, just behind her hips, reached up and wrapped both of her hands around the officer’s neck and locked her fingers as if to hold on tight. Her eyes were locked on his with a combined look of passion and defiance that I had never seen. The officer leaned into my wife more and as he speared her pussy, my wife released a very primal, a****listic howl and then added:
“Fuck me” my wife hissed into his ear, “Fuck me in front of my husband!”
It’s then that I felt my own cock throb and shoot! Mt hot, sticky cum uncontrollably pulsed from the tip of my spasming cock and out onto my thighs and the floor below.
I watched as my wife pressed her bare chest into the officer’s uniform, flexed her arm muscles and hung on for the fuck of her life.
The fucking was hard and intense. My wife’s first orgasm snuck up quickly and from my perspective, surprised all three of us. My wife released a long, slow guttural moan as she threw her head back and opened her mouth wide.
“AAAAHHHHHHOOOOOOOO… FUCK!” she yelled.
The officer slowed his thrusting and picked up her body, off of the counter, by scooping her up, from under her thighs. He then turned in such a way as to give me a great view of his thick cock sliding up into my wife as he lifted and then lowered her down on his massive manhood. White cream was coating his very black cock and dribbling down to his massive balls. From the hardness of his cock, I assumed that he had not cum yet… so all of the white cream must have been from my wife! They fucked like this for several minutes and only stopped because my wife climaxed for a second time.
The officer then placed her on the kitchen island and lay her somewhat limp body back. As he slowly withdrew, he turned his body so that I could see two things:
One, that he was still VERY hard and
Two, that my wife’s pussy was so wet, slightly gaping and excited.
The officer then stripped naked and helped my wife sit up and then gently slide off of the counter. He took my wife by the hand and guided her out of the kitchen.
“Follow us” the officer ordered, “This is the final task for your Field Sobriety test.”
With my arms still in handcuffs, it was difficult to stand and then shuffle through the house and try to keep up. I actually stepped out of my pants and underwear that were still crumpled around my ankles and kicked them aside. The officer was taking my wife, by the hand, down the hall and into our bedroom. As I caught up, the officer told me to kneel on the floor by the edge of the bed. I did as I was told. He then lay down on our bed, his head on my pillow and his massive cock laying up and across his flat stomach.
“I want you to see something” the officer said to me. “Up until now, I’ve been fucking your wife… and she had no choice.”
He then motioned for my wife to join him on the bed. As my wife got on the bed, the officer lifted his thick, meaty cock, still slick with my wife’s creamy cum, up off of his muscular belly and held it straight up.
“You can do anything that you want, right now” the officer said to my wife. “anything. You decide…”
My wife looked at his cock, looked at the officer, sprawled out on our bed, looked back at his glistening, hard cock and, well, you guessed it.
She swung her leg over his hips, reached back and guided that monster-of-a-cock up into her wanton pussy. As she sunk down, she moaned with intense pleasure.
“Take it all, bitch” the officer said, “ride it until you can’t ride anymore.”
For the next 15 minutes, my wife bounced up and down on this stud like I’ve never seen! I had a front row seat to the thrusting, the flowing juices and the screams…. My wife’s juices were running out of her pussy and coating his shaft and heavy balls. He was holding her breasts and nipples as she rode him hard. My wife came at last two more times and he kept talking dirty to her.
“That’s it, bitch” he encouraged, “Stretch out that sweet little white cunt.”
He then got nastier with her and that seemed to excite her even more.
“Get ready for your Daddy’s black seed.” He threatened. “maybe you should carry my black baby?”
My wife screamed out and came hard as I watched the officer’s balls shift and move as his cock throbbed, and I imagined, shot a huge load of cum up into my wife’s quivering pussy. My wife was howling, he was groaning and I, to my amazement, I was hard again. My wife collapsed of his chest and they lay there panting.
Once they claimed, he pushed her to the side and off of his still very thick cock.
“Lean over here” said the officer, “and clean up any evidence.“ he added with a chuckle.
I was confused at his orders and mesmerized at the appearance of my wife’s vagina. She was laying very still and panting. Her pussy was still open and wet... so very wet. Then I saw the beginning of the officer’s cum beginning to leak out.
“Hurry up!” the officer yelled, “It’s not going to lick itself!”
I struggled, since I was still handcuffed to get myself into position between my wife’s legs. I purposely tried to avoid eye contact with my wife as I leaned down. I was clumsy, I’m sure, as I got into position between my wife’s thighs and took the first, slow lap at my wife’s well-used pussy. She moaned out.
“Easy” she whimpered, “be gentle…. I’m so tender right now.”
I then tenderly licked and lapped at her, tasting what the officer left inside of my wife, and was oblivious to the officer’s presence. In fact, he must have left the room and gotten his clothes because once she pushed me away from her tender center, I noticed that the officer was fully dressed, gun belt and all. Since I was on my side, my erection was obvious to both the officer and my wife.
The officer approached me first and told me that I was NOT going to be taken in… that I had, in fact, passed my field sobriety test, but then warned me about the dangers of drinking and driving. He unlocked the handcuffs and put them back into his belt.
He then approached my wife and leaned down. My wife lifted her head, wrapped her arm around his neck and to my complete astonishment, they both shared another passionate kiss.
“You were right, Baby?” my wife said to the officer, once they broke the kiss. “He DID enjoy it... just like you said he would.” My wife went on the say “he’s even hard.”
“Look closer” said the smiling officer, “He came earlier without any physical contact. It was while we were fucking in the kitchen.”
“What?” my wife said to me, “You CAME? You bad boy…” she added with a satisfied wink to me.
Between being in shock at what I was now hearing and seeing, AND the embarrassment of cumming earlier, I was unable to say a thing.
The officer and my wife kissed again, but this time it was a shorter kiss.
“I need to get back on shift.” Said the officer. “It’s getting late.”
“Okay Baby. But will you come back” my wife asked, “after your shift ends? Hubby and I need to talk but then we’d love to have you join us in a few hours for Brunch.”
“That sounds great!” the officer said. “After all… I’ve really worked up an appetite.”
As the officer turned and left the bedroom, my wife slid up to me and reached for my semi-hard cock.
“I know that you had hoped to spice things up, after dinner up tonight” my wife said, smiling sweetly and gently stoking my hardening cock. “…. So, how did we do?”
“Are you k**ding me?” I said, still in a bit of shock. I couldn’t believe what had happened! Here, I was scared shitless that I was going to jail, then I was made to watch a black man fuck my wife and then, on top of everything else, found out that this had all been prearranged!
“Oh baby” my wife said, still gently stroking my now-hard cock, “you have a decision to make. The way that I see it, you can get mad and possibly ruin tonight... OR… and you can be accepting and fuck me right now.”
I sat there and tried to process the events of the evening, I had so many questions.
“I know that you need answers” my wife added, “But right now, I’d really like you to fuck me…..Fuck me, Honey, like you’ve wanted to all night.”
“Okay, but FIRST,” I asked, “Just how long have you and ‘Officer Nightstick’ been fucking?”
My wife giggled at my reference to him as "Officer Nightstick."
“Since he stopped me for speeding” she said as she gently guided my cock into her steamy, slippery opening, “a couple of months ago.”
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My wife and I had been planning this nice evening our for over a week. It was a nice Italian Restaurant not far from home, but one that we did not got to often. It was a nice Saturday evening and we were looking forward to a romantic evening out. We both showered, in preparation and dressed for a nice dinner out and then hopefully, some intimate fun at home after.
My wife looked amazing, once she descended the stairs of our home: 5” high heels, stockings, a just above the knee flowing dress complete with a plunging neckline that was loose-fitting and allowed her firm breasts to move under the thin material, showing lots of cleavage and the occasional nip-slip. She also added just enough make-up to look sexy with a bit of elegance.
Once in the car, I complemented her on her look as my hand found its way to her thigh, just above her knee. She put her hand over mine and smiled as we made the 10 minute drive to the restaurant. I pulled up to the valet and the young man quickly opened her car door. As I walked around the car, the look on this young man’s face said it all. I’m sure that he got a peek down my wife’s plunging neckline and then another peek up her skirt as she got out of the car. He was smiling from ear-to-ear and I’m sure that I noticed a boner in his slacks. I reached for my wife’s hand and we went inside to a beautiful table in the courtyard.
The wine was fantastic, as were the appetizers, more wine, dinner, desert and the last of the wine. My wife and I talked, touched hands, giggled and had a wonderful evening. I honestly couldn’t wait to get her home!
I paid the check and we had the valet pull our car around. I made it appoint to watch my wife tease the valet and she definitely gave him a good show as she got into the car. Her thigh-high stockings were clearly visible as she lifted her hem and she slowly slid into the passenger’s seat. I moved around to my side of the car and once I was seated in the driver’s seat, I turned to her.
“Feeling a little naughty tonight?” I asked my wife.
“I am” she replied, with one of her mischievious smiles.
With that, she reached up under her dress, shifted her hips and wiggled out of her very satin panties. The valet clearly saw it all.
“Did you give him a tip?” She asked.
“Not yet” I replied, holding out a $10 dollar bill.
My wife took the $10, rolled her panties around it and pressed the window-down. As she turned to the valet, he stepped up closer to the car and she extended her hand.
“Here you are” my wife said, “Have a nice evening.”
The valet’s eyes nearly popped put of his head once he saw the crumbled-up panties in my wife’s hand. As my wife transferred possession, she smiled, turned back to face forward and powered the window back up. I pulled away and we both laughed out loud.
“You’re feeling a bit more than naughty” I noted, “Aren’t you?”
“Get me home” she replied, “and find out.”
We pulled away and that’s when my wife asked:
“Are you okay to drive?” she asked. “We can leave the car and take an Uber, you know.”
“No” I replied, placing my hand on her thigh and anxious to get home. “It’s only a couple of miles and I’m fine. Plus, it will be a hassle coming back to get the car in the morning. I’m fine” I repeated as I pulled away, my hand reaching up under her dress.
Oh My” I commented, “My nasty little wife is a bit turned on, aren’t you?”
“Perhaps a bit” my wife replied, as she opened her legs a little bit wider.
I was now definitely distracted as I tried to multi-task. If the wine didn’t make it challenging enough, fingering my wife’s very excited folds certainly didn’t help. I’m sure that the car was weaving just a bit.
I was on the main street, yet only about a block from our neighborhood street when the rear-view mirror lit up with the red and blue lights of a Police car! Both of us jumped as the Police car added the searchlight to our car, bathing the interior with a very bright white illumination. There was no place to immediately pull over, so I used my turn indicator to notify the Policeman that I would turn on the next street, which also happened to be the street that we called home. Once I made the right-hand turn, I immediately stopped the car and looked at my wife.
“I can NOT get a DUI” I said, sounding very nervous. “It will not only cost us lots of money, but the insurance company could possibly drop us altogether AND I might loose my job. They do that now, you know, since I need to be able to use rental cars when I travel for work.”
“I asked you if you were okay?” my wife responded, sounding very annoyed. “What are you going to do?”
“Maybe….” I hesitated, “Maybe if you show a little, he’ll….”
“Really?” my wife asked, sounding a bit angry, “you want ME to show him some? That’s what you want me to do?”
“I just cannot get a DUI!” I repeated, “It will affect BOTH of us!”
It’s then that I heard the knock of the Officer’s flashlight on my window. I powered the window down, turned my head and looked directly into the white beam of his flashlight.
“Good evening, Officer” I said, trying not to blink too much.
“License and Registration” said the very deep, confident voice of the tall, black police officer.
“Yes Sir” I replied as I reached for my wallet. I asked my wife to get the registration from the glove compartment and noticed that the Officer’s light seemed to now focus on my wife’s movements. I couldn’t help but also notice that my wife’s dress was still hiked up quite high, exposing the tops of her thigh-high stockings. As she leaned forward, searching for the registration, most of her breasts and the occasional nipple, were visible as she fumbled for the requested paperwork. She was having difficulty finding the registration, yet the officer maintained the beam of light on her as she searched.
“Here it is” my wife announced, as she smiled, extended her arm and turned toward me and the officer.
The officer took both the registration from my wife and my license from me, looked them both over and then asked:
“Where are you going this evening?” He questioned, his deep voice filling the night.
“We actually live just 8 houses down this road” I nervously relied, hoping that since we were almost home that he might cut us a break, “On the right.”
“And where are you coming from?” He asked.
“Dinner” I replied.
“Have you been drinking? He continued.
“Well…” stalled, “I had a little wine with dinner, but”
“Step out of the car, sir” the officer ordered.
“Please” I pleaded, “we’re almost home…”
“Your vehicle was weaving” the officer explained, “Now step out of the car” he added more forcibly.
I opened the car door and the officer stepped back. As I stepped out of the car, he physically turned me toward the car and pushed my up against the car.
“Don’t move” the officer ordered.
“I’m afraid that my husband’s erratic driving was my fault” my wife spoke up.
“Your fault?” the officer asked. He leaned in and kept the flashlight on my wife.
“I’m afraid that I was distracting him” my wife added, “as he drove…. I’m afraid that I was a little anxious to get home,” She added, “if you know what I mean.”
I could not see my wife, yet I could hear her tone... her sweet, seductive, sexy tone.
“Have you been drinking tonight?” the officer asked my wife.
“OH… Only one glass” she lied, “I really should have driven tonight.”
The officer’s hand was still pressing against the middle of my back and firmly holding me against the side of my car.
“For safety reasons” the officer stated as he directed his comments to my wife, “I’m going to ask that you drive this vehicle home. But I do not want you exiting the vehicle. Are you able to climb over the console and get into the driver’s seat?”
“If I remove my heels” my wife responded.
“Go ahead.” The officer instructed.
What felt like 10 minutes, my wife apparently put on a show of lifting her knees to unbuckle her shoe and remove each one. Again, I could not see what was going on, but the officer maintained his flashlight, and his focus, on my wife. I imagined that as she raised her knee, that the officer could see her thigh-highs and perhaps, that she was without her panties. I’m also confident that he got a few shots of her nipples as well. Then, as she climbed up and over the console and slid into the driver’s seat, I was equally confident that the officer got quite a show. Eventually, I could see that my wife was in the driver’s seat, her seatbelt fastened and her dress bunched up around her waist, clearly showing the small tuft of hair just peeking out from between her slightly open thighs. My wife was actually smiling up at the officer.
“I’m going to administer the field sobriety test to your husband” the officer stated, and my heart sank.
“Officer” I pleaded, “We only live 8 houses away from here. Is there any chance that…..”
“That what?” the officer cut me off. “Hands behind your back. I’m handcuffing you and going to place you into my car for your own safety.”
Before I knew it, I was handcuffed and being walked back to his car.
“Wait in the car” as he opened the car and guided me into the back seat. He closed the car door and returned to the driver’s side of my car. It was obvious that he and my wife were talking but I could not hear a thing, other than the occasional police chatter over the car radio.
The officer returned to the police car and turned off the annoying blue and red flashing lights.
“I’m going to follow your wife home” the officer said, “to ensure her safety. I’ve shut off my lights to not alert nor alarm your neighbors.”
My wife slowly pulled away from the curb and the officer followed closely behind. I leaned back and felt defeated. My wife tuned into our driveway and into the garage. The officer pulled into the driveway and shut off the car. He got out and opened my car door.
“To save potential neighborhood embarrassment” the officer explained, “I’m going to conduct the field sobriety test inside your home. If you resist in anyway, or fail the test…” he continued, “I will arrest you and take you to holding. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes Sir” I replied, feeling somewhat confused yet also optimistic at the possibility of NOT getting a DUI.
He helped me out of the car and we both went into the garage, closed the garage door and then into the house. My handcuffs were still around my wrists. Once we were inside the kitchen, I saw my wife sitting on a barstool in the kitchen.
“Let me tell you how this is going to work” the officer explained slowly, as he occasionally glancing over at my wife. “Your field sobriety test is going to consist of you doing exactly as you are told. The word “NO” does NOT exist in your vocabulary tonight. If you fail to do exactly as you are told, OR speak without being spoken too, I will arrest you both and take you both to holding. I will give you both only one chance to comply. No mistakes or its over. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes Sir” both my wife and replied in harmony.
“Then stand there and watch.” The officer said as he turned his attention to my wife.
My wrists were still handcuffed behind my back so there wasn’t much that I could do.
The officer walked up to my seated wife, her eyes locked on his, and he used his knee between her knees to open her thighs even more.
“Lift your dress, bitch.” He ordered.
My eyes flew open at hearing his tone... and those words. Equally surprising is that my wife did as she was told, never looking away from his cold stare. I half expected her to be more embarrassed at what was happening and yet she seemed exited and almost challenging in her mannerism. Once her dress was raised, her thighs spread, and her pussy completely exposed, the officer looked at me.
“Is THIS what distracted you?” he asked, smiling from ear to ear as he roughly fingered her pussy.
“Yes Sir” I replied.
I watched in total amazement as his thick back fingers roughly fingered my ife’s wet pussy.
He then turned back to her.
“Undress your husband” he ordered as he withdrew his fingers.
My eyes went wide as my wife stood and walked over to me. She reached for the buttons on my shirt and opened each one, never making eye contact with me… only focusing on her task at hand. She then tugged at my belt and opened my slacks, letting them fall to the floor.
“Is this what you meant when you asked for my help tonight?” my wife asked me, in a somewhat disgusted tone. “When you asked for my help in getting you out of a ticket, is this what you had in mind?”
After a silent pause, my wife added, “Remember... you asked for this.”
I didn’t even have a chance to answer her when her fingers slipped into the waistband of my underwear and she squatted quickly, yanking them all the way to the floor. My erection sprang free, so she grabbed my hard cock on the way back up to her feet. As her eyes met mine, she smirked...
“Well” she said, “this speaks volumes about how you feel.”
She then released my cock and turned back toward the police officer standing in the middle of our kitchen. He unbuckled his gun belt and placed it on the counter.
“Unzip me, bitch.”
My wife obediently unzipped the officer’s slacks. She then dropped to her knees without being coached and fished for his cock. I swear that my wife actually licked her lips with delight as she pulled at his long, thick tool and worked it out into the light. As she gently kissed the tip of this semi-hard cock, the police officer looked over at me.
“Why don’t you have a seat over there” the officer said, motioning to one of the kitchen chairs, “We might all be here awhile,” he added with a huge grin.
I shuffled over to the kitchen chair, since my pants and underwear were around my ankles, and had a seat, my hands still cuffed behind my waist. What I saw next was quite a show! My wife proceeded to pay homage to his cock like I’ve never seen! She was holding it with both of her hands, slurping, gagging, deepthroating, choking and humming as she tried to take it all. The officer put his large hands on the back of my wife’s head and began a slow face-fuck as my wife’s eyes teared up, yet she showed no signs of stopping. She looked like a porn-star as she tried to pull the nice police officer, by his ass cheeks, deeper into her mouth. This went on for several minutes and where I should have found this humiliating and disgusting, I couldn’t help but notice how hard my own cock was!
He looked over at me and smiled.
“How you doin’ over there?” he asked.
I just nodded.
“At this rate”, the officer added, “you might just pass your field sobriety test. Would you like to pass your field sobriety test?”
“Yes Sir” I replied, “very much.”
“Well then” He added, “Just a few more things to cover.”
With those words, he bent over and guided my wife to her feet. He then kissed her passionately on the lips and she seemed to melt into him. As they kissed, he pulled her dress up and off as it easily slid over her head, shoulders and outstretched arms. My wife was now totally naked with the exception of her thigh high stocking and her heels. He leaned down close to her face and she almost lunged at his lips. They kissed some more as his powerful hands groped her naked body. He then lifted her entire body up and sat her naked ass on the kitchen island. He unbuckled his slacks the rest of the way, and they fell to the floor. As he stepped out of his pants, to my wife’s constant and lustful gaze at him, I now felt that she was no longer concerned about my potential DUI, but was now focused on her own, wanton desires. His huge, hard cock was free and pointing directly at my wife’s very wet center.
He reached out and took one of my wife’s nipples between his fingers and pinched it. My wife winced but before she knew what was happening, his other huge open-hand slapped her other breasts. She jumped and gasped even louder.
“You like that bitch?” He asked her, “You like it rough?”
Her eyes were locked on his, yet she never answered him. Three more open-handed slaps on her now reddening breasts had her close to tears but she never broke her deliberate stare into his eyes.
”Aww” he said, sarcastically, “you think that you’re tougher than me, don’t you?”
With that, he took each of her nipples into the fingers of each of his hands and roughly pulled and twisted them until she finally screamed out. My wife’s’ scream of anguish filled the entire house as tears streamed down her cheeks. He smiled and released her tender nipples. He grabbed each of her open knees and slid her hips to the edge of the counter. In spite of my wife’s recent exclamation of pain, her anticipation of what was next was obvious as she was literally dripping from her opening. The officer then lined up the tip of his cock and slowly pushed the first couple of inches into wife’s center. In a very surprising move, my wife moved her hands from the counter top, just behind her hips, reached up and wrapped both of her hands around the officer’s neck and locked her fingers as if to hold on tight. Her eyes were locked on his with a combined look of passion and defiance that I had never seen. The officer leaned into my wife more and as he speared her pussy, my wife released a very primal, a****listic howl and then added:
“Fuck me” my wife hissed into his ear, “Fuck me in front of my husband!”
It’s then that I felt my own cock throb and shoot! Mt hot, sticky cum uncontrollably pulsed from the tip of my spasming cock and out onto my thighs and the floor below.
I watched as my wife pressed her bare chest into the officer’s uniform, flexed her arm muscles and hung on for the fuck of her life.
The fucking was hard and intense. My wife’s first orgasm snuck up quickly and from my perspective, surprised all three of us. My wife released a long, slow guttural moan as she threw her head back and opened her mouth wide.
“AAAAHHHHHHOOOOOOOO… FUCK!” she yelled.
The officer slowed his thrusting and picked up her body, off of the counter, by scooping her up, from under her thighs. He then turned in such a way as to give me a great view of his thick cock sliding up into my wife as he lifted and then lowered her down on his massive manhood. White cream was coating his very black cock and dribbling down to his massive balls. From the hardness of his cock, I assumed that he had not cum yet… so all of the white cream must have been from my wife! They fucked like this for several minutes and only stopped because my wife climaxed for a second time.
The officer then placed her on the kitchen island and lay her somewhat limp body back. As he slowly withdrew, he turned his body so that I could see two things:
One, that he was still VERY hard and
Two, that my wife’s pussy was so wet, slightly gaping and excited.
The officer then stripped naked and helped my wife sit up and then gently slide off of the counter. He took my wife by the hand and guided her out of the kitchen.
“Follow us” the officer ordered, “This is the final task for your Field Sobriety test.”
With my arms still in handcuffs, it was difficult to stand and then shuffle through the house and try to keep up. I actually stepped out of my pants and underwear that were still crumpled around my ankles and kicked them aside. The officer was taking my wife, by the hand, down the hall and into our bedroom. As I caught up, the officer told me to kneel on the floor by the edge of the bed. I did as I was told. He then lay down on our bed, his head on my pillow and his massive cock laying up and across his flat stomach.
“I want you to see something” the officer said to me. “Up until now, I’ve been fucking your wife… and she had no choice.”
He then motioned for my wife to join him on the bed. As my wife got on the bed, the officer lifted his thick, meaty cock, still slick with my wife’s creamy cum, up off of his muscular belly and held it straight up.
“You can do anything that you want, right now” the officer said to my wife. “anything. You decide…”
My wife looked at his cock, looked at the officer, sprawled out on our bed, looked back at his glistening, hard cock and, well, you guessed it.
She swung her leg over his hips, reached back and guided that monster-of-a-cock up into her wanton pussy. As she sunk down, she moaned with intense pleasure.
“Take it all, bitch” the officer said, “ride it until you can’t ride anymore.”
For the next 15 minutes, my wife bounced up and down on this stud like I’ve never seen! I had a front row seat to the thrusting, the flowing juices and the screams…. My wife’s juices were running out of her pussy and coating his shaft and heavy balls. He was holding her breasts and nipples as she rode him hard. My wife came at last two more times and he kept talking dirty to her.
“That’s it, bitch” he encouraged, “Stretch out that sweet little white cunt.”
He then got nastier with her and that seemed to excite her even more.
“Get ready for your Daddy’s black seed.” He threatened. “maybe you should carry my black baby?”
My wife screamed out and came hard as I watched the officer’s balls shift and move as his cock throbbed, and I imagined, shot a huge load of cum up into my wife’s quivering pussy. My wife was howling, he was groaning and I, to my amazement, I was hard again. My wife collapsed of his chest and they lay there panting.
Once they claimed, he pushed her to the side and off of his still very thick cock.
“Lean over here” said the officer, “and clean up any evidence.“ he added with a chuckle.
I was confused at his orders and mesmerized at the appearance of my wife’s vagina. She was laying very still and panting. Her pussy was still open and wet... so very wet. Then I saw the beginning of the officer’s cum beginning to leak out.
“Hurry up!” the officer yelled, “It’s not going to lick itself!”
I struggled, since I was still handcuffed to get myself into position between my wife’s legs. I purposely tried to avoid eye contact with my wife as I leaned down. I was clumsy, I’m sure, as I got into position between my wife’s thighs and took the first, slow lap at my wife’s well-used pussy. She moaned out.
“Easy” she whimpered, “be gentle…. I’m so tender right now.”
I then tenderly licked and lapped at her, tasting what the officer left inside of my wife, and was oblivious to the officer’s presence. In fact, he must have left the room and gotten his clothes because once she pushed me away from her tender center, I noticed that the officer was fully dressed, gun belt and all. Since I was on my side, my erection was obvious to both the officer and my wife.
The officer approached me first and told me that I was NOT going to be taken in… that I had, in fact, passed my field sobriety test, but then warned me about the dangers of drinking and driving. He unlocked the handcuffs and put them back into his belt.
He then approached my wife and leaned down. My wife lifted her head, wrapped her arm around his neck and to my complete astonishment, they both shared another passionate kiss.
“You were right, Baby?” my wife said to the officer, once they broke the kiss. “He DID enjoy it... just like you said he would.” My wife went on the say “he’s even hard.”
“Look closer” said the smiling officer, “He came earlier without any physical contact. It was while we were fucking in the kitchen.”
“What?” my wife said to me, “You CAME? You bad boy…” she added with a satisfied wink to me.
Between being in shock at what I was now hearing and seeing, AND the embarrassment of cumming earlier, I was unable to say a thing.
The officer and my wife kissed again, but this time it was a shorter kiss.
“I need to get back on shift.” Said the officer. “It’s getting late.”
“Okay Baby. But will you come back” my wife asked, “after your shift ends? Hubby and I need to talk but then we’d love to have you join us in a few hours for Brunch.”
“That sounds great!” the officer said. “After all… I’ve really worked up an appetite.”
As the officer turned and left the bedroom, my wife slid up to me and reached for my semi-hard cock.
“I know that you had hoped to spice things up, after dinner up tonight” my wife said, smiling sweetly and gently stoking my hardening cock. “…. So, how did we do?”
“Are you k**ding me?” I said, still in a bit of shock. I couldn’t believe what had happened! Here, I was scared shitless that I was going to jail, then I was made to watch a black man fuck my wife and then, on top of everything else, found out that this had all been prearranged!
“Oh baby” my wife said, still gently stroking my now-hard cock, “you have a decision to make. The way that I see it, you can get mad and possibly ruin tonight... OR… and you can be accepting and fuck me right now.”
I sat there and tried to process the events of the evening, I had so many questions.
“I know that you need answers” my wife added, “But right now, I’d really like you to fuck me…..Fuck me, Honey, like you’ve wanted to all night.”
“Okay, but FIRST,” I asked, “Just how long have you and ‘Officer Nightstick’ been fucking?”
My wife giggled at my reference to him as "Officer Nightstick."
“Since he stopped me for speeding” she said as she gently guided my cock into her steamy, slippery opening, “a couple of months ago.”
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