It was just after midnight, Clair and her husband were spooning in bed. Clair felt Dave's hard cock in the crack of her ass. She liked the feeling of her man being close. Dave moved his arms around her body and kissed the back of her neck. His hands moved down to her breasts and manipulated her nipples hoping that she would turn around. Clair finally gave in and rotated and they were face to face. Dave moved his hands down to her ass and massaged her flanks.
"You are clairvoyant, darling," said Clair.
Dave moved Clair and began to suck on her breasts. His hand moved to her pussy and a finger invaded her cunt. Clair released a large breath indicating that she would not object. Dave kissed his wife but did not go any farther than foreplay.
"I just want to play, darling," said Dave.
Clair slid down to take Dave's rod in her mouth. It was long and hard, her tongue explored the cracks and crevices of his member as she massaged his balls. Just as she was about to move to allow him in her cunt; the cellphone, on her night table, began to chirp and vibrate. She reached and quickly read the number. "Crime Lab" was on the display. She touched the answer button and lifted the device to her ear.
"Clair homicide has a house with multiple dead bodies, sorry but I need you to make the scene and supervise," said her boss.
" Bill you couldn't find someone else?" responded Clair.
Dave continued to play with her breasts as she talked to the Crime lab boss. She began to giggle as he continued to play with her tits and her pussy.
"Tell your husband that I need you at this crime scene and to quit what ever he is doing to you," said her boss.
"But fucking my husband sounds so much better than looking at dead bodies and blood. Text me the address, where is it?" she responded.
As she listened she frowned "That will take me thirty minutes to arrive," she said.
"Yes and the sooner you get there the sooner you and your husband can get you maternity leave," said her boss.
Clair disconnected after telling Bob that his last statement was bordering on harassment.
"Sorry Dave but play time is over, I have to go across town to a multiple homicide," Clair said as she slipped out of bed. She pulled off her pajamas and searched in her drawer for underwear and a set of socks. Dave admired her close-cropped pussy but still did not understand the finger print tattoo near her bellybutton.
"It's your thumb print by the way," said Clair as she caught Dave staring.
She walked into the closet and found a pair of slacks and the Crime Lab Polo shirt. Clair sat on the bed Dave helped her with her bra. "I would much rather this was being reversed," said Dave.
She pulled the shirt over her head and continued to tie her shoes; she stood and went over to her gun safe and pulled the Dept. issued pistol. She clipped the pistol's holster on her belt. Because she was a supervisor and a certified peace officer she was required to be armed. Dave was standing and embraced his wife.
"I will see you in a day," said Dave.
"Are you at 99's or do they have you some where else?" asked Clair.
"I am riding the ambulance at 99," Dave Responded.
Dave was a firefighter/Paramedic and his schedule was one day on and one day off. Clair usually worked the day shift at the Police crime lab but was subject to call outs to supervise large crime scenes.
It rained since she left the office and the streets were slick, which made her trip longer. After a drive through the city Clair pulled up to the scene. Several patrol cars were parked with their strobe lights flashing in the intermittent rain showers. She got out of the car and moved to van that had her equipment. Three other crime lab techs were standing next to the van waiting for the OK to go in.
There were three bodies two men and a woman with multiple bullet wounds. Someone was pissed off at these people, Clair thought as she surveyed the scene. Blood was everywhere. She split the assignments and each tech started to photograph their body, collect blood and other evidence. After the initial assessment, one of the techs started to dust for prints and the other tech took fingerprints from the bodies.
Clair explored the other parts of the house trying to find the reason for three homicides. In one room there was a chemistry lab. It looked like it was in full production. She backed out of the room and closed the door.
She found the supervising detective, "Josh we need HAZMAT I think I found a meth-lab. I am surprised that we didn't have a fire will all the carnage."
Josh got on the radio and called for the fire department's HAZMAT crew to make the scene. Clair worked the scene for three hours. The HAZMAT crew was able to move in and out of the house through the back door and did not disturb her crime scene. When her crew and HAZMAT finished; she sealed the house. She followed the van back to the lab and got the day crew to work on the evidence. She spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon supervising the processing of the evidence. Satisfied that everything was set she left and went home. As Clair walked out to her car she looked at her watch and noticed that it was 3:00 PM.
Dave will be gone for a day, so she decided that she would spa at home. She stripped off her clothing in the laundry room. In the kitchen she pulled out a bottle of wine and poured a glass. Glass in hand the walked to the master bedroom naked. Clair locked her gun in the safe. She filled the tub started the whirlpool and lit the scented candles on the counter. She slipped into the water allowing the massaging jets to take her to another place. Sipping wine and watching the candles flicker allowed her to feel like a woman.
She had a hard time standing when she got out of the tub, because of the wine and the massage jets in the tub. She grabbed two towels and began to dry her body. The sun was setting and their back yard was secluded so she walked out to the deck with another glass of wine. She carefully spread the towels on the lounge and lay back. The day turned into night and Clair watched the moon rise.
Clair got up off the lounge and walked back in to the house. She had no idea when Dave would be back, so she decided to stretch out on the couch. She drifted off to sleep and dreamt of the first time she and Dave had made love. A noise woke her up and though she was naked she got up to investigate.
It was the familiar sound of Dave's motorcycle coming into the garage indicating that Dave was home. Without a watch Clair was unaware of the time. He walked in while she was standing in the kitchen nude.
"Don't move, you look like my wife but some how different," said Dave as he embraced her naked body.
"The scene I was called out to, was grizzly and after I got the team working I came home and treated myself to some luxury," said Clair.
Dave grabbed her wrist and directed her to their bedroom. He sat and removed his boots and dropped his pants. His cock was full and standing at right angles. Dave was not interested in foreplay; he climbed between her legs and brought the head of his cock to the entrance of her twat. Her lips were full and bright red. He pressed and slipped in easily, their lips met in a long kiss.
"God your big, " said Clair. It was something she said every time they made love.
"Are you all right?" asked Dave.
