Reg Davis felt out of place at his friend Tim Jackman's wedding reception. He'd invited Barbara Loomis, the secretary to the head of the department's detective division to be his date, but she told him she had agreed to attend the affair with Lt. Evan Dillon, the Jamestown Police Department's the deputy commander of the detective division.
Unknown to the Lieutenant, Reg and Barbara had begun dating a few weeks before the wedding and their relationship had been heating up.
"You know I would really rather go to the wedding with you, Reg," Barbara told Reg a few nights before the event occurred, "but I did promise Evan I'd go with him weeks ago."
It made things even worse for Reg that Barbara looked wonderful. She was wearing a lounge outfit of satiny golden material that, although it was loose, clung to her ample curves wonderfully. Her blonde hair had been brushed and looked to the young man like spun gold. Reg was sure there was no way Lt. Dillon, a twice-divorced man of fifty, could come close to appreciating how great Barbara looked.
Reg mingled, trying as much as possible to avoid Lt. Dillon and Barbara. It was hard acting as if he was enjoying himself when, in fact, he was miserable.
At one point, he went upstairs to use the bathroom. When he emerged from the upstairs bathroom, he encountered Barbara, who was walking down the hallway.
Smiling, the attractive blonde pushed him back into the bathroom. "I saw you come up here, and I had to get you alone," she said, locking the door. She put her arms around Reg and kissed him passionately.
The contact of Barbara's lovely body against his had started awakening Reg's cock. The torrid kiss turned it into a swollen shaft. He cupped her wonderfully-shaped bottom and pulled her against him, grinding his hips against hers.
Barbara leaned back in Reg's arms, her eyes ablaze with need. "I know this is...it's crazy," she gasped, "But I...I can't wait. I...I have to have you! Now!"
Her hands fumbled with his belt then, before Reg could utter a word, his trousers dropped around his ankles.
"It looks like I'm not the only one who needs it," Barbara murmured, her hand sliding up and down over Reg's cock. She sank to her knees and took his erection into her mouth.
The action was so unexpected and so erotic, Reg almost came the minute Barbara's mouth touched his erect penis. Thrilled, he groaned softly.
While Barbara performed wonders on his cock with her mouth, Reg looked around, trying to figure out how they could do what they both wanted desperately to do. There was a place he could sit, he realized. His legs wobbly, he backed up and sank onto toilet.
Barbara, realizing what Reg was thinking, removed the bottom of her outfit and straddled him. As she stood over him, he stroked her vagina with his fingers, finding it soaked with the effluent of excitement. Then, slowly, she sank down onto him.
"Oh, yesssss!!!!" Barbara moaned. Her thighs embraced Reg's while their bodies joined. When he was in her all the way she began to rock her hips, lashing his rigid pole around inside her.
Reg, realizing he was about to come, clamped his mouth over Barbara's figuring it would be the only way they could keep their climaxes quiet. Before long, they were groaning into each other's mouths and sharing an incredibly intense orgasm. As long as nobody was standing outside the bathroom door with their ear pressed against it, it wasn't likely they'd be heard.
When they finished, Barbara raised herself off Reg, then she walked to the sink and cleaned herself up. She looked over at him. "That was just an appetizer," she said, smiling. After she wiped herself off, she slipped her satin pants back on, checked herself in the bathroom mirror, then turned to her companion and smiled. "Can you come over to my place later?" she asked. "After the reception is over."
Reg smiled back at her and nodded. "I'll be there," he told her. "I'll go back to my place when I see you and your date leave."
"I'll call you as soon as I'm home alone," she said. "I would much rather be your date today, you know." She kissed him, opened the door, and left the bathroom.
Reg cleaned up, then headed back downstairs. When he started down the stairs, he encountered Rina Clinton, the wife of Deputy Chief Herman Clinton, who was headed upstairs.
"How are you, Offisher Davish?" the buxom, attractive woman asked, grinning at him.
Warning bells began sounding in Reg's mind. This wasn't good. Mrs. Clinton was one of those women who exude sex, and Reg had heard rumors that she had a habit of coming on to some of the younger officers. The thing was, Mrs. Clinton was a damn good-looking woman.
Reg looked the deputy chief's wife over. Her outfit was made of a soft knit material, and consisted of a draped top and loose pants. The top was a soft pastel peach color and the pants were white. The clinging material highlighted the curvy, exciting body it covered.
"Ah...I...I'm fine, Mrs. Clinton," Reg replied.
Reg was on the step above Mrs. Clinton, looking down at her. He knew there were guys in the department who claimed they'd scored with the deputy chief's wife, but he had never been sure whether or not they were lying. Judging from the way the woman was acting right now, those other officers weren't lying. And it looked as if Mrs. Clinton was offering him the same opportunity.
Alarms continued to jangle in his mind. Reg wanted to have a career in law enforcement, and especially in the Jamestown Police Department. He knew he could put his law enforcement career at risk if he let his cock overrule his good sense. "Ah...are you having a good time at the reception?" he asked. "It...it was a nice wedding, wasn't it?"
The deputy chief's wife giggled. When she did, her large breasts jiggled under the fabric of her top. "I'm having a wonnerful time, Offisher Davish, but I think I may have had a wee tiny little bit too mush to drink."
Reg detected the smell of alcohol on her breath, which mixed with the scent of the perfume she was wearing. "My husban' keeps tellin' me I shouldn't drink so mush," she continued, "He saysh when I do, I get in trouble." The smile that followed her comment wasn't at all innocent.
Below them, the wedding reception continued full-tilt. People were talking, music was playing, and everyone was busy enjoying themselves. People walking by the stairway didn't even look up at the couple standing on the steps, talking. Reg desperately tried to figure out some way he could break away from Mrs. Clinton.
"I gotta go wee-wee," Rina said. She hiccupped and again her jellied breasts danced wonderfully. She lifted a foot, planning to continue moving up the stairs, and stumbled.
Reg didn't think it would be a good idea to let the deputy chief's wife fall down the stairs, so he took hold of her arms and helped steady her. "Careful, Mrs. Clinton," he told her. "You could have fallen down the steps and hurt yourself." The warmth of her firm body radiated into him as he held her arms in his hands.
