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I pulled up outside the cafe my wife works at. I checked my phone for the first time since leaving home before getting out of the car. She had texted me. “Okay, I’ll meet you outside. I should be done a little early,” she replied to my ‘OMW’. I breathed a small sigh of relief, as I usually help her close up a little and wasn’t feeling it after the rough day at work I had.
Until I looked, and true to her text, she was finishing up early and locking up, but…someone else was with her. Someone tall. A tall…cop? I did a double take, as he followed her to the sidewalk. She was smiling? My wife? The little redhead who I’ve heard call police pigs?
They stopped and faced each other. He said something that made her laugh and she playfully swatted his chest. They gave each other the ‘we should probably go’ look and my wife signaled for a hug. He quickly obliged, wrapping his arms around her and slightly picking her off the ground.
She giggled as he sat her down and she started walking my way as he walked to his cruiser. She opened the door with a bubbly, “Hey!” As she settled in, he drove past us, staring at me.
“Who’s your new friend?” I asked, a slightly waver in my voice.
She gave me a peck on the cheek before sitting down to buckle up. She looked in the direction he drove., “Oh, that’s just Cliff,” she as she buckled her belt, “but I like calling him Clifford.”
“Didn’t have you pegged as the one to be chummy with cops?” I asked as I pulled away from the cafe.
“Well, Clifford came in today and we struck up a conversation.” She said casually. “He kept asking me all sorts of questions while I made his sandwich, about the cafe and me.”
I swallowed hard as I listened, trying not to get too jealous. “Hopefully, the questions weren’t too personal?” I managed to half joke.
“Nah, just stuff about me, my hobbies, my interests…” she trailed off. “Wait a minute,” she snapped up in her seat, “you’re jealous aren’t you?”
She had me and we both knew it. “No!” I said unconvincingly.
She inched closer to me across the seats. “Aawwww,” she cooed, “still getting jealous over your cute little wife?” She started rubbing my thighs and around into my crotch and on my cock. She squeezed and a surge of blood shot to my shaft. “Oh,” she chirped excitedly, “someone is worked up.”
“Oh, fuck.” was all I could grunt out as she squeezed me. She giggled and quickly got to work undoing my pants. After a few seconds of fighting, she eventually got them open and pulled my dick out. Without any thought, she took me into her mouth and gently massaged me until I was fully hard. Once she had me at full attention, she started bobbing up and down. I tried to concentrate on driving, finding it difficult to focus during one of the most passionate blowjobs I’ve ever received, and was eventually able to pull into our driveway.
I pulled in and snuck my hand down the back of her pants and under her panties. I gently grazed her pussy and felt that she was already soaking wet when I touched her. I began gently massaging her clit while she worked my shaft. She started squirming and bucking her hips. I began to wonder what got her so worked up was it just Cliff‘s presence? What did they talk about?
It didn’t matter in that moment. All that matter was her mouth, only her mouth. With that thought, my balls tightened, and I began shooting my load into my wife’s mouth. She swallowed shot after shot as I rested my hand on the back of her head, keeping it down on my cock.
As the world stop spinning, I let go overhead, and she slowly raised up, drool running from her mouth. She looked me dead in the eyes and planted the kiss on me. “I’m going upstairs to shower,” she panted, “I want you in bed, so I can suck you hard and then fuck you.”
And then she popped out of the car and bounced inside, leaving me a days in the car.
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Life went on as it tends to. However, a few weeks afterward, my wife and I were driving home from dinner and saw lights in the mirror. I must confess, I did have a couple beers at dinner when I probably could’ve had one. I’m sure I made some small slip up. I’m sure I’ll be on my way in no time.
My wife stared out the window, unaware of the panic attack occurring in my brain. I saw the officer walk up out of the corner of my eye and turned to roll down the window. “License and registration.” He barked out bluntly.
I nervously handed him my information. As I looked up though, I saw who had pulled me over…Cliff. He took my documents and eyed them suspiciously. “Do you know why I pulled you over today, sir?” He said as he leaned down to look in the car.
I was about to address his question when a smile lit up his face. “Hey there, cutie! Good seeing you out and about,” his voice now gentle and deep.
“Heeeey,” my wife said giddily, “Clifford. Why haven’t you come see me at the cafe?”
“Haven’t been able to swing through in a while but I definitely miss seeing your cute smile.” He said looking at my wife like she was a piece of meat, “And what are you folks up to tonight?”
“Oooohhhh,” she said softly, “We just had a little dinner date. You know, good food, drinks. How’s your night going?”
“Well, working,” his voice getting a little sharper, “now, that you mentioned drinks,” he sniffed suspiciously and then stared right at me, “have you had anything to drink tonight?”
“Uhh, I had one or two at dinner,” I eeked out.
“What’s that?” He said sternly.
“He just had like one or two at dinner” she said with a casual tone, not a worry in her tone.
“That’s no good. I might have to make you step out of the car, unless…” his voice trailed off.
We all sat in silence for a few seconds until my wife blurted out “Unless what?”
Cliff just chuckled lightly and looked at her, “I think you and I can figure something out, little lady.” He looked back at me, “But I’ll leave that up to you too to decide.” He looked down in his watch.
I looked at my wife, unsure of what to say or what to do. I would never speak up for her in terms of something like that. It was unethical and legal on his part as well. I wasn’t sure what to do.
My wife quickly spoke up, “I think we could.” The tip of her tongue, gently poking out of her mouth and licking her lips.
Cliff stood up from my window and walked around the back of the car. My wife rolled down her window and looked up at him as he approached. He leaned down, and I could hear them softly speaking with one another. I was unsure of what was gonna happen. I looked away for a brief second and started hearing wet sounds. I turned back to see them kissing one another through the window.
Cliff reached through the window and under my wife’s bra, massaging her breast. He quickly broke the kiss and stood, grasping my wife’s wrist, and placing her hand on his crotch. She started squeezing it through his pants without hesitation. I sat there watching I could only see Cliff from the neck down and about the groin up.
My wife started unbuckling his pants and unzipping them. I couldn’t see much of what was going on, but soon enough she was bobbing her head up and down. I couldn’t believe my eyes. This cop was getting a bribery blowjob from my wife on the side of a dark road.
I could hear Cliff moaning through the window. My wife is very talented and I’m sure he was enjoying himself. After about a minute, Cliff spoke up, “I gotta hurry up before somebody drives down the road.”
Cliff placed both of his hands on the back of my wife’s head and said, “be a good girl and hang on tight.” Without much buildup quit started fucking my wife’s mouth.
She put her hands on his hips and let him take control. His breathing was getting deeper, and I could even hear her moaning a little.
Cliff started pumping hard and fast. My wife held onto him. I could tell he was probably shoving himself as deep as he could. My wife was gagging, and the wet sounds kept getting louder and louder.
After a few seconds, they were over ridden by the sound of Cliff, grunting and groaning while he shoved his cock down my wife’s throat one last time, holding her against him as hard as he could. I could hear her gently moaning underneath his wailing. As I watched Cliff come down my wife’s throat, I noticed how hard my cock was.
After he finish dumping in my wife’s mouth, he let go of her head and she raised up. “Damn girl,” he hollered, “You know how to make a dick cum.” my wife, just laughed un response as she turned towards me and wiped her mouth. She had spit running all down her face and her eyeliner was running down her cheeks.
I turned to Cliff as he approached my window and handed me back my IDs. I grabbed them, and as he let go, he took his hand and gripped his dick to adjust it in his pants. “You folks have a wonderful evening. Be safe getting home.” He tapped gently on the roof of my car as he walked back to his cruiser.
I said there stunned as he drove by and slowly turned to my wife. She had lifted up her dress and taken off her panties and was playing with her clit. She licked her lips and stared at me. “Do you wanna fuck me?” She said in n the most lustful voice I have ever heard.
I nodded at her with a blank stare, dumbfounded, and started undoing my pants. I got them down past my cock and ass and started crawling towards her over the center console. She extended her harms to me and spread her leg. “Come here, baby,” she cooed deeply, “give it to me.”
I didn’t wait. I just shoved into her and started thrusting. It didn’t take too long before I was already grunting. “That’s it baby.” She groaned, “Cum in my pussy.” I erupted, shooting rope after rope inside of her.
I screamed like I was dying. The thoughts of Cliff coming down her throat went through my brain as I unloaded. Fatigue overcame me, and I collapsed in her bosom, exhausted. She lightly shush me as I continue, groaning from my orgasm. As my head cleared, I kept gently pumping, trying to get every drop out. We laid there for a few minutes before gathering ourselves, and driving off.
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