When she saw the blue flashing lights Joanne glanced at the digital clock on the dashboard, 5.06pm. Maybe it was still early enough to get home in time to get dinner on the table, especially now they were ordering from the company Troy had suggested, the one that delivered all the ingredients for healthy meals already separated into convenient, pre-measured parts. The website had promised meals made in under 30 minutes. She hoped that was true. Her husband's shift would've been over at 5pm too. She carefully pulled her car to the side & waited for the uniform to approach her window.
Officer Howie tapped on her window which she opened. "Ma'am," he drawled, in that practiced cop-voice they all had. "License & registration please."
Even though it was closer to evening than day, Joanne saw her face reflected in the traditional aviator style sunglasses he wore. He looked every inch the cop, stocky body, wide neck, shaved white head, a greying moustache he groomed proudly. She'd always loved a man in uniform. It was powerful & masculine. She imagined herself handcuffed in a cell, & being used in every hole by cops. Perhaps even a bit of piss-play, which she liked.
"Ma'am," the officer repeated, breaking into her indecent thoughts.
She fumbled a little. "Sorry sir," as she rummaged in her purse & glove box for her ID & papers. As she opened her purse her hand brushed against the new vibrator she'd bought herself that afternoon. She'd unboxed it immediately to try it out in the bathroom before leaving the mall. A huge, purple silicone penis, that had promised, & delivered a warming, thrusting action. Her secretions had dried in the accordion-style midsection, she hadn't felt brave enough to wash it off in the public basins after she'd cum in the cubicle, what if someone she knew walked in?
Joanne had always had a very high sex drive. Her marriage included regular adventures in their swingers community, a fact that she prayed to Jesus would never come to light in the church they attended. Although, a few couples in the congregation, (mostly only around the special holidays like Easter & Christmas), were also participants.
One of Joanne's strongest orgasms had occurred in the aisle of their church, when her family & a couple of others had volunteered to set-up the white elephant items for their annual Easter fair. She'd had a husband on either end, neither of them her own, HE'D been busy screwing one of the wives in the pews.
She'd been lost in her thoughts for a moment & found herself being examined by the stern face behind the reflective shades.
"Are you even listening... Mrs Morrison?" he asked her, handing her ID back.
"I, uh, I'm so sorry, officer," she mumbled. What had he been saying to her?
"Do you think I have time to waste out here?" he asked with an edge to his tone.
"Oh, no sir, I-"
"& I'm assuming, from how fast you were driving, that you've got people waiting at home for you too?"
"Yes, I-"
"Do you think I want to spend my evening pulling over bitches who can't even pay attention to a police officer's clear instructions?" He was folding his glasses up now. Putting them in his pocket in a clearly frustrated way.
"Let me make it up to you!" Joanne blurted out.
The man stood stock-still, but his expression didn't change.
"I'd like to make it up to you." She continued, venturing a tentative hand on his forearm. She looked up at him suggestively.
