On their way home from a night out, Sally and David slip into an alleyway for a quick fumble. When a couple of horny cops follow them, they get a chance to add another experience to their list of cuckolding adventures. Will Sally take on two men at the same time? And will it all be too much for her poor husband?
Contains two dominant cops, double penetration in an alley and a hotwife who just can't get enough.
This short story is roughly 3,800 words long and is not intended for readers under the age of eighteen.
The second cop stepped up behind his partner. He was older than the first one, with salt and pepper hair and hard grey eyes.
“We didn’t think anyone could see us back here.” Sally told him as she held on to my arm.
The police officers exchanged a look and I wondered if my relief had been premature. There was something unsavoury about the way the kept eyeing Sally. I didn’t much like the contempt in their eyes when they looked at me either.
“What do you think, Bob?” the first one said. “Indecent exposure?”
“Oh at least. Maybe lewd and lascivious conduct in a public place.” Taking off his cap for a moment, he ran a hand through his close-cut dark hair.
Sally’s hold on my arm tightened.
“That’s not even a real offence,” I said.
“Says who?” They came in closer and Bob flicked the end of Sally’s hair.
I knew my rights, but I also knew they didn’t mean a thing down a dark alley with two crooked policemen.
“Don’t bust them. I don’t want to have all that paperwork to fill in.”
“Danny, the law is the law.” Bob crowded past me to get a better look at Sally and his partner did the same.
“But she looks like she’s sorry.” Danny took out his night stick and used it to sweep her hair off her shoulder, revealing the smooth skin of her neck. “Are you sorry, sweetheart?”
She looked at me, her eyes wide with panic. He brought his stick up under her chin and traced a line down her throat to her cleavage.
“I’ll tell you what,” Bob said. “Why don’t you show us how sorry you are? Then we can let you go.” He brushed Danny’s baton out of the way.
“Yeah. Why don’t you “talk” to us like you were talking to your husband?” He put his night-stick away and unfastened his belt.
The fear that had been balling in my stomach softened into the mixture of arousal and self-loathing I’d come to adore. I looked at Sally. The unease that had held her a moment before was gone. To anyone else, her wide eyes and the way that she bit her bottom lip would have been classic signs of worry. But I knew her better than that.
“Come on, sweetheart. Don’t be shy.” Danny pulled down his zip, while Bob pushed me back against the wall.
Sally gave me a questioning look and I nodded. Yeah. Give him what he wants.
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Published July 12, 2012
by French Letters Press.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.