I woke about four in the morning realizing that Frank was not beside me, as I peered through the darkness I could hear him talking softly on the phone in the attached bath.
"No, don't arrest her, if you do she'll have to go before the judge. Just put her in one of the cells away from as many people as possible. It's empty? Great, put her toward the back where it's darker and let her sleep it off. No, don't lock the door, just keep a close eye on her, she's going through a rough time. Yep, no problem, leave your report on my desk."
I listened as he peed, turned out the light, set his phone on the nightstand and slid under the covers with me. I pulled as tight as I could as his arm went around my shoulders.
"What was that about hon? Can you tell me?"
"Mrs. Abramson, driving drunk. I wondered when this was going to happen, with her prick of a husband deciding to announce he's suddenly gay after 31 years of marriage and five kids it was only a matter of time before the wheels came off the cart."
"I feel badly for her Frank. It had to be devastating to hear him tell her he was leaving for a man. A woman I can understand, but not a man. Why want what you've got? I've never understood it."
"Carla you be careful who you say stuff like that to, it's now considered hate speech and as much as I may not agree with the law, I still have to enforce it when it's public."
"Oh, Frank, I have to go back for my teeth cleaning. Some sort of snafu with scheduling. They got Janet in, but I need to go in this morning. I want you to drive me there and wait for me. Don't give me that huff and sigh bullshit, I seldom ask you to do anything for me. Man up and take a few hours to be with me."
When we woke Frank had a raging hardon he wanted to take care of right away. I held him off, I had other plans. Dorothy Raimes was the hygienist I was scheduled with and I was going to have a surprise for her. Dorothy and I go way back, the latest incident being approximately a month before Frank and I started looking at each other as potential lovers. I was at Meisters Pub with Tiffany Spiers drinking a beer or two and dancing once in a while with the nicer single guys. I needed to pee, and like all girls Tiffany said she'd go along.
As I was about to exit the ladies room I stopped before stepping outside, I was listening to a conversation I couldn't really process. Well, it wasn't a conversation, it was a woman begging to be fucked in the hallway.
"You'd better frisk me Frankie. I might have drugs under my tits or a gun in my pussy. Here, I'll lean against the wall and you can stuff your night stick into my cunt until you cum. Let me suck your cock right here, I will."
"Dot, I'm not going to frisk you, there are no drugs in your bra and there certainly isn't a weapon in your vagina. You're drunk again. What the hell am I gonna do with you Dot? This is the third time this month."
I gave Tiff a look like what the hell is this all about.
Tiff clued me in, "Dorothy Raimes, the hygienist over at Doc Martins. She's been trying to get Frank to fuck her since Beck took off, with no success I might add."
"What if he decides to take her up on the offer? You know how guys are, they'll fuck about anything in a skirt."
Tiff looked at me bewildered. "You are one dumb cunt Carla, that man has eyes for one woman and one woman only, has since high school. No, I won't tell you who it is, let's go, I'm tired of this place."
As we exited and walked down the hall past Frank and Dot I watched him gently click the bracelets on her, smiling at me and saying, "Good to see you Carla."
"You too Frank, have a safe evening."
Now I was married and would be going to have my teeth cleaned as Mrs. Frank Carver. I had plans for this morning, devious plans, and my husband was going to be a participant even though he didn't know it. I could hardly wait to watch Dot squirm while she cleaned my teeth. With the kids off to school Frank again tried to deposit a load in my puss, he had me bent over the vanity and damn near succeeded until I got feisty with him and flat out told him no. He looked hurt and dejected, but if I let him cum now my devious plan wouldn't work.
As we were getting ready to step out the door I asked if he had his ankle gun on. He nodded yes, I told him to leave his utility belt at home then. He balked and I snapped.
"Just do it Frank. Honey I'll explain in a few minutes, I need you to do as I ask. Can you trust me enough to do that?"
"I trust you implicitly Carla, you say the belt needs to stay, then it stays."
As we got in his truck I lifted the center console portion so the seat was a bench seat and allowed me access to him. He was backing out as I grabbed his belt starting to unbuckle his pants. He was looking at me like I was some sort of alien being as I hauled his thick man meat out and began stroking.
"Frank, I want you to take the back streets and don't rush at all. When you get by the clinic pull into that dead end street behind his building, go to end and park."
"Carla, what the hell is going on?"
"You're starting to piss me off Frank. You agreed to do as I ask. It excites the hell out of me to think someone might be up high enough to look in and see me sucking the police chief's cock while he drives. Can you just do this for me?"
"Oh hell yeah, suck away baby."
"One more thing, don't cum until it's time for me to go into the clinic. I'll explain it all after my appointment."
He did as I asked, taking the back streets, taking his time as I slowly sucked the life out of his dick. I love sucking his cock, it's not so long it hurts me and it's thick enough it fills my mouth without making my jaw muscles ache. I slowly worked up and down, able to get at least five inches into my mouth before the gag reflex took over. He had stopped the truck in the cul de sac on the dead end street and was about ready to blow his load.
"Carla honey, you've got ten minutes, but I can't hold out another ten minutes."