"but Officer . . . "

The AC stopped blowing anything that resembled "cold". No matter how many fucking requests he put in, no one even cared the slightest it was the middle of another hot and muggy late summer South Carolina day. Do not even mention the thick fucking uniform and hefty equipment he needed to carry on his person trapping his own body heat inside. Under the shady overpass, John rubs a thick line of sweat off of his scruffy face in anger and confusion in his cruiser, trying to wrap his mind around the events of yesterday and all that led up to it.

John looks down past his slightly protruding belly at his hands as they fall into his lap. (Where did things go wrong?) John was a star athlete at the University of Miami. One party went south, and he lost his full-ride swim scholarship. After that, he dropped out of college much to the dismay of his parents. He kept up the amazing body he created until he got married to Jenni, the love of his life. After that, in addition to nine years on the force with excessive amounts of discounted fast food and donuts plus the constant long hours sitting in his squad car plus their two amazing daughters - he got content and let himself go a bit. Still in shape, but not the 21 year old stud he once was. Now, he just hates his job and his body.

Jenni, on the other hand, is still a knockout today. When he met her, John was in a dark place of trying to find his foot hold in life. Jenni came along and changed it all. She was fun, energetic and exactly the spark he needed to get his act going. At the time she was a part-time bartender, part-time runway model. Tall, blonde, beautiful, but still slightly too skinny in John's eyes. He wanted her to get the proper enhancements for her A cup breasts and near non-existent ass. But, to be honest, age had been good to her. However, at 34 and two kids later, she still turned heads with her ice cold blue eyes and flawless skin. She was downright gorgeous to John and to many others as well.

While Jenni looked the sexual part of many men's (and possibly a few women's) fantasies, she was a vanilla as they come in the bedroom. Any time they had sex, Jenni would complain that it hurt. Sure, John was very well built downstairs with a 8.5" thick cock (a topic of many conversations when he was sporting the speedo as a collegiate swimmer as he was always at least partially erect). And Jenni, being skinny and small everywhere, there seemed to be a slight disconnect. Over the past few years, the action of any kind of sex had all but ceased. Blow jobs were out of the question. Anal?... forget it. Hell, sex these days was both a rare luxury and chore to even get.

John on the other hand was always horny. He spent many nights in the bathroom around midnight jerking off to random celebrity images and porn sites. He noticed that regular porn was not cutting it anymore. His interests were growing to things he never thought he would be into. If his wife had ever seen his search history on pornhub.com, she would definitely be filing for divorce. "Celebrity Sex Tape". "Teen". "Pegging". "Bisexual". "Public Sex". "Daddy". "Rim Jobs". "Cuckold". And so on. John knew it was just fantasy so what difference did it make? He could never actually follow through with any of it other than a daily stroke (sometimes a few times a day).

But yesterday, everything changed. His entire outlook on where his marriage was, where his life was, and who he was as a man all came into question.

Having the utility belt was both heavy and burdensome, but essential to his life as a police officer. The night previous, when he apparently put his belt on the floor, he failed to secure his flashlight. When he got to work yesterday, he realized it was missing off his belt. It happened from time to time when he was tired and just drops his gear before grabbing a shower. Throughout the shift, as dusk started to fall on the world, he decided to head home and go grab it as he would be needing it in the dark.

He pulled up and saw the plumber had finally made his way to the house as his van was in the driveway when he pulled up in his cruiser. Little later than usual John thought, but perhaps he finally got his ass into gear. He had asked his wife to ensure the the leaky faucet was fixed. Jenni stated nearly daily there was a constant issue getting him there to fix it. But that was nearly a month ago. Apparently, the plumber had too many service calls and could not seem to get this small job done because it was not an emergency.

Welcomed cold air burst out at him as he walked into a quiet house. He knew the girls were away at summer camp, so John knew it would be quieter than normal. He did also expect to see a set of plumber's boots in the kitchen off to the left of the doorway working away under the sink, but no one was in sight. He poked his head into the living room to see two glasses, one wine glass half full of red wine and one empty rocks glass with a single large melting ice cube in it. Odd. His police instincts take over as his Spider Senses started to go off. On the floor below the rocks glass was the missing pair of men's size 12 work boots he was looking for, one boot tilted onto its side.

Rage started to boil inside of him as he did not like the feeling he was getting. He quietly unfastened the button of his holster and rested his hand on the butt of his pistol. He slowly stepped to the small bathroom and saw the dark room was unattended. John made his way into the kitchen and looked through the large window out at the pool deck and saw nothing. Straining his ears, he is not sure if his mind if playing tricks on him or not, but he believes he hears commotion upstairs.

He stalks quietly to the base of the stairs and listens. He can hear the blood pumping through his ears along with his thudding heartbeat. But he can also definitely hear something upstairs. He unholsters his weapon and creeps upstairs as he tries to make out the noises he hears. He avoids the fifth step as he knows that one will creak. He looked down at the top step and saw a man's button down work shirt. - the name "Mike - Apprentice" was on the patch. The noise is a mixture of a couple voices letting out a moan along with rhythmic noises. He reaches the top of the stairs - curious and enraged. He already knows what he about to walk into.

He slowly walked up to the master bedroom door that is wide open. John stood right outside of the door, hidden from view as he listened to the noise of his wife moaning sexually. He remembered that noise, but hadn't heard that noise from her in quite some time. He collected himself with a silent deep breath and slowly turned the corner with the pistol at the ready, finger straight and off the trigger as he was instructed.

There they were. Some young and buff man, he assumed named Mike, was sweating behind behind his wife pumping his hips forcefully from behind her as she is bent over the foot of the bed. The slightly hairy chested young man had a fistful of her blonde hair in his left hand. His right hand grabbed at her tiny right ass cheek as he pulled at her pale tight skin. Her right small tit was rocking back and forth wildly from the pounding she was taking from behind. Jenni's eyes were closed as she moaned and grunted like mad woman. The man's pants were around his ankles stretching as he continued to force his socked feet as far apart as the pants will allow.

John stared at his wife's ass jiggle with each forceful thrust as he remained in the doorway unseen. He felt his own cock stir as his rage and jealousy begins to boil over. He lowered the weapon and began to push the barrel of it against his bulge. He stealthily moved closer, remaining just a fly on the wall. He positioned himself at the angle to watch the young man's average sized, but very hard cock enter in and out of her tiny asshole. This bitch had never allowed him to enter her forbidden zone, and here she was, literally taking it up the ass from this young stud. John could not help but stare as the glistening puckered hole wrapped the dick tightly while he pulled out and pushed in.

The plumber opened eyes and looked forward at the back of the married woman's head, still not seeing her husband stand behind his right side. Mike let go of her ass and hair and reached forward. The plumber aggressively took two fingers from each hand and hooked them inside either side of her mouth and pulls her mouth open. Jenni let out animalistic grunt after animalistic grunt out. John pushed the Glock into his own dick as he watched the sweat start to fall from the young stud's back and trickle down his ass.

Jenni was getting close to cumming, but John did not recognize his wife or the sound she was making. She stood as best as she could with the hard cock inside her ass. The young studly plumber readjusted himself and began to pump his hips up and down while John's wife reached back with her right arm and wrapped his head and neck. John slipped his body toward their front as he continued to watch his wife get her ass fucked. She craned her head to start to kiss the young man's mouth. The plumber reached up with his big hands and pulled at each of the erect nipples of the older woman. Jenni's free hand began to circle her clit wildly below her newly trimmed pubic area. John hadn't see her pussy that clean in years, but he suddenly understood why. Watching her fingers separate her pussy lips as she played with her clit was making him want her like never before. Jenni felt the orgasm approaching and she slid three fingers into her tiny pussy canal while pushing her palm into her clit.

Jenni started to convulse wildly. Her body fell forward onto the bed as she bellowed out in ecstacy. Her eyes opened and she saw her husband stand before her watching her interrupting her orgasm. "Oh shit!" she screamed, interrupting her orgasm and pulled herself up, forcing the young man behind her to pull out right as he was starting to cum. Mike's sperm shot across her ass cheeks and lower back rope after rope before slowly spasming as it began to fall. The young man just stood there... Deer in the headlights, knowing he was in the wrong for fucking this man's wife in the ass. He put his hands up, giving up with out a word.

"John... " Fully engorged in his own pants, he stared at his wife thoughtfully. Without saying a word, disappointment hit his face. He let out a deep breath through his nose before closing his eyes and shaking his head slowly. He gulped deeply and turned away. He bent down next to his nightstand and picked up his flashlight and walked out of the room.

"John! John!" Jenni called after her husband from the bedroom as he walked down the stairs. He walked out the front door and left it wide open. As he got into his hot squad car, Jenni came running out of the house stark naked, pleading for him John to come back. John sped off, from the rearview mirror watching his naked wife stand in the street like the whore she was.

Part 2

John now sits in the cruiser pondering all things life. In full transparency, his revolver sits on his lap. He wouldn't actually go that far, but... the thought definitely rattled through his brain. After he left the house, he got a million phone calls and texts from Jenni which he refused to even look at. He was torn in so many different directions. On one hand, that was his cheating, disgusting wife was allowing some stranger to violate her virgin ass... well, as far as he knew it was her virgin ass. On the other hand, he got so hard watching her tiny body shake from that young cock pounding her anal entry. The vision of that fully erect perfection entering what he once thought was not allowed.

After he sped off, he needed to jerk off properly. His raging hard on was not going away any other way. He pulled into the desolate portion of a Walmart parking lot and replayed the incident in his head. He unzipped his monstrous cock and spat into his hand from the driver seat. John began to stroke it - almost punishing it for not being a better and more wanted cock. His cock stuck out past his tummy as he watched it bang into the bottom of the steering wheel. Listening to his wife grunt and groan like the whore she was. Watching her slut body shake with each violent thrust into her ass. Hearing the squishy noise her tiny skank asshole made with the hard young cock driving into her. It was all too much for him to handle. He blew his load madly across the inside of the windshield and atop the dash. John had not cum that hard in years.

Now he sits there under the overpass hours later in need of a shave and shower and new change of clothes. Spending the night in his hot cruiser has not helped his situation. He smelled. He knew his uniform is wrinkled and disheveled. There are a very apparent cum stains left on his dark trousers from when he came in the car to match the armpit stains on his shirt. However, he was past the point of caring. He rests his hand on the weapon sitting on his lap. Just touching the weapon sends shockwaves through his body. He has no idea what came over him yesterday, but using the pistol to rub his own cock was hot. Now as he sits there, the feel of the weapon in his palm is making him hard again. Flashes of his wife moaning like a dying cat resonate in his mind, and his cock pulses. He runs his fingers softly over shaft of the weapon. John was always horny, but this was next level. What has come over him? He could shake the vision of the young shaft entering his wife's treasure trove. His hand slowly rubs the outside of his pants feeling the length and girth of his own manhood. John drops his head back against the headrest and closes his eyes while his hand starts to pick up the pace.

Vroooooooooom! A red Porsche flies past him loudly. His speed tracker starts to bing and flash from the dash. "116 mph" Fuck! He throws the pistol onto the driver seat beneath the laptop mounted to the dash. He quickly moves the old Charger into Drive and kicks the stones of the shoulder up from under the vehicle sending numerous pings across the underbelly of the vehicle as he hit the siren.

The newer model red Porsche 911 had the brake light illuminated for entire time the vehicle past. The driver saw the police car before they passed it, but it was too late. John chased now the car down. His own vehicle was up to 89 mph, when he caught up with the vehicle, but the sportscar refused to pull to the side of the road. He dropped his speed to the posted 65 mph and waited for the driver to come to their senses.

John grabs his walkie talkie mounted to his shoulder about to call it in when the driver finally put on the turn signal and pulled into the all too familiar Walmart parking lot just off of the on-ramp. The sportscar pulls off to the right of the building tucked away from view. The license plate reads "Daddy 1" (eye roll). He enters the information into his laptop and checks for any record. Expired Tag (too easy, he thinks). Re-holstering his weapon he threw onto the passenger seat, he gets out of the vehicle and readjusts the belt of his uniform.

The squad car rumbles as the powerful engine purrs, but the higher pitch torque coming from rear based engine beats out his vehicle. John walks up to the tinted windows of the red vehicle with his palm resting in the butt of the weapon. Odd, usually the window comes down right away. He knocks on the window with the back of his knuckle. No response. Hmm. John bangs on the window with the bottom of balled up fist. The window finally rolls down.

"Why did you not...?!?" He stops his quick interrogation and sees a gorgeous young brunette woman wearing a tiny summer dress barely covering her healthy chest. There is a tiny crucifix hanging from her neck just above her cleavage. She is nothing short of drop dead gorgeous, but young... (is she even old to drive?) There is a handsome young man sitting next to her in the passenger seat leaning on his elbow on the center console forcing his bicep to bulge out a bit more than it should. John cannot tell if this is on purpose or not, but he has dealt with much scarier people than this obvious little rich boy. "My name is Officer John Heath, Badge #16452. I pulled you over because of your excessive rate of speed and expired tag. License and registration please".

"But Officer... " The young girl pleads

"Miss. License and Registration please." John is NOT in the mood for nonsense. He is cranky, tired, hot, and horny. Never a good combination while working.

The girl digs into the breast of her dress, reaching her hand past her tit. John watches closely, almost sure he saw a nipple but realizes it is probably just his mind playing tricks on him. The girl pulls out a small amount of cash, a credit card and her driver's license. She slides her driver's license out and holds it between her forefinger and middle finger. She glances at her male passenger and tries to not laugh while he is grabbing the registration out of the glovebox. While she is distracted, John pretends to scan her license as he positions himself next to the mirror. He cannot help but to notice that he girl's dress is barely covering her pussy. He finds himself wishing she would scoot forward so he could see more.

"Ahem!" As he stares, he hears her clear her throat to gain his attention. She smirks at him and hands him the paper. John collects his thoughts and grabs the paper. "Stay in the vehicle."

Without a word, he makes his way to his own vehicle. He sits in the hot cruiser and take a deep breath. He looks at the ID... "Melanie Brooks". Looks at the Date of Birth and looks at his watch. Well shit, yesterday was her 18th birthday - old enough to drive at least. He glances at the registration, "Gary Robinson". Hmmm... Well, obviously not her car. John is going to need an explanation, one that satisfies his questioning mind. He decides to take his time and not hurry out of the car. He checks the rearview mirror. She would have liked the younger version of John, not this fat, beaten down, old, scruffy version.

As he gets of out the cruiser, he can hear Melanie moaning from the car's open window. A similar noise suddenly all too familiar to John suddenly. He widens his approach to the vehicle and looks in the mirror at the teen. Her face is framed perfectly in the small glass with her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She is biting her bottom lip to try to prevent the noises coming from her mouth, but failing mightily. John allows his mind to wander as he watches girl enjoy whatever it is she is doing. His cock begins to stir again - he wishes he wasn't so horny before seeing this. He can feel his big dick swell in his pants pushed to the left. Suddenly, he is fully erect without much effort at all.

Melanie opens her eyes and looks directly into the mirror back at John. "Oh shit!" she says laughing as she tries to adjust herself embarrassed. She is pulling her dress up over her breasts, but in haste, her left nipple is only covered by half. The dark areola against her white skin peaks out to say hello to John from behind the red fabric. Her entire large breast was mashed into her dress due to her haste. As John made his way up to the car after getting caught watching something he wasn't meant to see for the second time in the past 12 hours, he could see Melanie pale skin was flushed as she tried to catch her breath. The young man next to her is sucking on his own two fingers as he sat back in the seat not looking at anything in particular.

"Miss Brooks. This is NOT your vehicle. Who does this vehicle belong to?" John tries to sound superior and mean, but there was a faint crack in his voice.

Melanie begins to smooth the fly aways from the side of her face. "Well, actually... It belongs to a guy I know. He let me borrow it for my birthday." She tries to look cute and innocent, but John sees right through it.