The day was what Ben usually called a "lazy day." He'd completed his latest project the previous evening, and his next project wasn't scheduled to begin until the following week. He planned to spend the next two days running errands, doing odd jobs around the apartment, and just relaxing. At the moment, he was enjoying the noontime sunshine of a cool, early October Thursday while sitting at an outdoor table of a pizzeria.
He was paging through the day's edition of the New York Sun. He was alone. The fall semester was in full swing and his fiancé, Gaby, was in school, bringing lux et veritas -- light and truth -- to the masses.
"Hello, Ben," he heard a voice say.
He turned his head to see a female police officer standing next to him. She stood about 5'9", with a thin build, pale white skin, and light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her eyes were hidden behind de rigueur mirrored sunglasses.
"Hello, officer..." Ben began, then paused.
"Morgenstern," the cop replied.
She waited a few moments.
"You don't remember me?" she asked finally.
"No, I'm sorry," Ben answered.
"I pulled you over in your Jeep about two weeks ago," she told him.
"Oh, yes, now I remember," he said. "I'm sorry, I couldn't really see your face that night."
He invited her to sit down, as he folded the newspaper and placed it on the table.
"So, what can I do for you, Officer Morgenstern?" he asked. "You're not here to ticket me now, are you?"
He watched her as she moved to sit down. Even in her uniform, he noticed the curves of her petite body.
"I'm not here in an official capacity," she said, as she removed her sunglasses.
Ben looked into her deep brown eyes. It took several seconds for him to speak.
"OK, unofficially, what can I do for you?" he said, finally.
"I wanted to ask some questions about what happened the night I pulled you over," she told him.
She stared at him.
"I don't understand," he said.
"I'd like to know what was happening in the backseat that distracted you from driving," she said.
"How did you find me, Officer Morgenstern?" he asked.
"Please, call me Kate," she said. "You handed me your driver's license, remember? I memorized your address."
"And, you followed me here, Kate?" he asked.
She looked around, slowly. They were alone outside the pizzeria.
"Yes, I did," she answered.
The hairs on the back of his neck rose slightly. He was already sitting with his back to the outer wall of the building, and -- though always conscious of his surroundings -- he swiveled his head to look for danger.
"Why?" he asked.
"Who were the women in the back?" she asked, answering his question with one of her own.
"My fiancé and one of our neighbors," he answered.
"Which one was your fiancé?" she asked.
"Gaby was the shorter of the two," he said. "She was laying across the backseat when you stopped us."
"And, do you and your fiancé often have threesomes with other women?" she asked.
Ben was taken aback by her question.
"I mean," she continued, "I'm assuming, from what I saw in the back, some very kinky stuff was happening. Or, did they just make you watch?"
"Oh, no," he answered. "I was fully involved."
She smiled.
"I'll bet that was fun," she said.
"It was," he said, returning her smile.
"Wanna know a secret?" she asked, leaning closer to him.
"Sure."
"The other night, after I let you go, I drove my patrol car back to my hiding spot, opened my pants, and rubbed myself off thinking about you three," she said, just above a whisper.
She could see the surprise on his face.
"I wish I could've watched that," Ben said, finally.
"Do you think your fiancé would like you watching me?" she asked.
"I think Gaby would enjoy watching you too," he said. "We should have invited you to join us."
"Just to watch, or to join in?" she asked.
"Which would you prefer?" he asked in return.
"I've never been good at just watching," she said.
He looked her body up and down.
"What are you good at?" he asked.
She leaned in close again to whisper in his ear.
"Everything you can imagine," she said. "And, maybe, one or two things you can't."
"Sounds interesting," he said.
As she leaned back in her chair, she put her sunglasses on again.
"What would you say if I said we should go to your place and I'll show you what I'm good at?" she asked.
"I would say that's a very tempting offer," he answered, slowly.
"But..." she said, waiting for him to continue..
"However, that's something I would have to clear with Gaby first," he said. "And she's at work right now."
Kate grinned at him.
"So, what else are you two into," she asked.
"Well, we're pretty open-minded," Ben answered. "But, we're not into a lot of pain or craziness."
"What does that mean?" she asked.
"No blood, no bruises, no kids, no animals," he said.
He could see she was considering what he'd said.
"What are you into?" he asked after a few moments.
"I like to be in charge," she said, "and, I like it rough."
"Oh, a cop who likes to be in charge," he said. "There's a surprise."
Again, she smiled.
"We like it rough sometimes, too," he said. "How rough are we talking about?"
"I like to pinch nipples, pull hair, spank, choke, and light slapping," she said.
"Huh, you weren't kidding," Ben said.
"Are you interested?" Kate asked.
Ben thought for a few moments.
"I don't know if Gaby would be into being slapped, but the rest is nothing we haven't done before," he said. "I'm pretty sure she'd be interested in having you join us."
Kate pulled out a business card and slid it across the table to Ben.
"My cell phone number is on the back," she told him, as she stood up. "Talk to Gaby and let me know."
"I definitely will," he said.
She leaned toward him as she stood up.
"Even if she's not interested, my offer still stands," she said, softly.
She straightened herself and walked past him.
Ben smiled as she walked away.
Ben brought up his conversation with Kate over dinner that evening. Gaby didn't require much convincing -- they'd long ago discovered they were attracted to the same kind of women. Around that time, they'd also made an agreement that either of them could, with certain exceptions, propose a third person -- male or female -- to join them in bed.
During the discussion, Ben revealed Kate's offer to meet him alone. Gaby took a few moments to consider this.
"Are you going to meet her?" she asked.
"Not without you," he said.
"Why not?" she asked.
"Because I love you," he said. "I won't do anything to fuck that up. If you want her to join the two of us, great. If not, that's fine too."
"You remember my three rules, right?" she asked.
"Of course," he answered. "But, you made me break rule two last time."
She thought for a few moments.
"Maybe we should modify the rules a bit," she mused.
"What did you have in mind?" he asked.
"From now on, we'll play it by ear," she said. "As much as I want your cum, we'll see what the situation is when you're ready."
He smiled.
"Sounds good to me," he said. "As long as it's what you want."
"Just as long as you never break rule three," she said, standing up and moving to him.
He reached out, pulled her onto his lap, and looked into her deep brown eyes.
"I told you, I love you, Gaby," he said, and kissed her.
"You'd better," she said, finally.
He slid his hands up under the back of her shirt and ran his fingers across her warm brown skin.
"So, should I call Kate?" he asked.
"Well, obviously I trust your taste in women," she said, with a smile. "I mean, you're marrying me."
"Is that a yes?" he asked.
"Absolutely."
As Gaby listened, Ben called Kate and invited her to their apartment the next night.
After he hung up -- excited by the prospect of Kate's company -- they made their way to the bedroom.
Friday passed slowly. Ben got a few things done, and Gaby had an easy day at school -- teaching two classes and seeing a few students during office hours.
She arrived home to a light supper prepared by Ben.
After dinner, they showered -- separately -- despite Ben's protestation that they should save water by showering together.
Gaby stepped into a loose, floral print sundress she had not yet packed away until next spring. Underneath, she wore a black, lace thong. She decided against wearing a bra; not needing one to support her perky B-cup breasts. For her feet, she chose a pair of strappy, black, four-inch heels to boost her 5'2" height. She left her wavy, dark brown hair hanging down to the middle of her back.
Ben stayed casual. After shaving and showering, he pulled a pair of comfortable blue jeans and a t-shirt onto his heavy 6'3" frame.
The doorbell rang a few minutes after 8:00. Ben buzzed Kate through the door in the lobby and opened the apartment door to wait. Gaby stood beside him as they listened to Kate climb the steps to the second floor.
It took only a few moments and Kate came into view. She was wearing her uniform. Her hair was down -- falling just past her shoulders. She smiled as she walked toward them.
"Are you on duty?" Ben asked as she reached the door.
"Yes," she said. "I'm on my dinner break."
