This is a story about a life changing experience that my wife and I had several years ago. Donna and I had planned a celebration after she got a promotion at work. I should describe Donna. She has long blonde hair and big brown-green eyes. She has the cutest face and her smile is contagious. She stands five feet three tall and has a body that won't quit. Donna's petite buxom figure measures 34DD-24-35. Like many women, she did not feel that she was beautiful, despite my complements. I finally persuaded her to buy some sexy clothes for our night on the town. I requested that she get something that had a very short skirt and was skin tight. I also requested that she not wear underwear.
The day of our celebration, Donna went shopping. She called me at work to tell me about her new dress. She seemed very excited about wearing it for me. I assured her that she would be a big hit with anyone who saw her. The plan was to go out to dinner and then go to a nice lounge. I couldn't wait to see Donna in her new outfit. She picked me up from work at 4:30 p.m. in her Mustang. When I saw her I was stunned. She looked like one of those glamour models. She gave me a shy smile when I whistled at her.
Donna said, "I can't believe I'm actually wearing this out."
I said, "You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen."
Donna was wearing a red dress that barely covered her privates. Her large breasts stretched the top to its limits. The dress was low cut with a full one third to one half of her breasts exposed.
I continued, "I hope those shoulder straps are strong enough for your boobs!"
Donna giggled and said, "I hope so too!"
I continued to stare at her as she drove out of the parking lot. I noticed two bumps in the front of Donna's dress. I was happy to see that she wasn't wearing a bra under her new dress. I glanced down at her legs and 'fuck-me' heels and wondered if she was wearing panties.
Donna noticed my stare and confirmed, "No, I'm not wearing panties."
I asked her to prove it, and she pulled her hem up slightly revealing her neatly shaved pussy.
Donna said, "I have to be very careful when I get out of the car or bend over."
I said, "I'll bet!"
We headed for our favorite restaurant near Metro-Center Mall. The parking lot was full and we had to park at the shopping center next door. I watched as Donna got out of the car. She held the hem of her skirt firmly. It was no use, however. If anyone had been nearby, they would have seen an eyeful. We walked in front of several people as we made our way to the restaurant. Donna complained about the 5 inch high heels. Despite the awkwardness of the shoes, Donna caused heads to turn in her direction. She was quite a sight!
We enjoyed a great meal and a few drinks and talked about everything. I told Donna how proud I was of her. We talked about the looks she was getting and the last time we had enjoyed a threesome. I think she was beginning to like the attention. I paid the tab and we left. Donna asked if I wanted to drive and I suggested that she drive. I told her that I wanted to just look at my 'hotwife'. She blushed. We strolled to the car and again Donna got plenty of attention as a breeze picked up her dress, revealing her bare ass cheeks. I noticed that despite the earlier difficulty Donna had with her shoes, her walk began to get more sexy. I knew she was enjoying herself.
We got in the car and headed for a new lounge that we had wanted to check out. We talked about what we would do after having a few drinks. Donna was playing it coy, but we both knew that a long session of lovemaking was in our future. We were so engrossed in our sexy talk that Donna didn't notice the police car on the side of the road. She learned about it the hard way. Lights and sirens approached us from the rear.
Donna said, "Oh no! I think I was speeding."
I said, "Don't worry. Just do as the officer says."
Donna pulled the car to the side of the road and the police car followed. She rolled down the window as the officer approached. He approached cautiously, finally relaxing when he noticed that the driver was a woman with big tits. He walked up to the car door and looked at Donna. He had to stand back a bit to see into our low profile sports car. It was difficult to make out the officer's features. His tanned skin and black uniform made him nearly invisible in the moonless night. It was clear, however, that the officer was a very muscular man.
The officer asked Donna for her driver's license and she handed it over. He looked at the license then leaned over to get a better look at Donna's tits and legs. I could tell from his expression that he was impressed with her. The growing bulge in his pants was a further indication. His eyes lingered on her substantial cleavage. He sniffed at the air then asked if my wife had been drinking. Donna nervously explained that she had had just a little wine with dinner. The officer told Donna that he had clocked her going thirteen miles per hour over the speed limit. Before she could say another word, he asked her to step out of the car. Donna asked him why. He informed her that it was standard procedure for potential 'DWI' cases. Donna tried to assure the officer that she was not drunk. She told him that we had been talking and she lost track of her speed. The officer was not persuaded. He asked Donna again to step out of the car.
The officer stepped away as Donna opened the car door. She held the hem of her dress as best she could and swung her legs around. Donna released her skirt and used her hand to brace against the car seat. The hem of Donna's dress slid up her leg as she quickly pulled herself to a standing position, but the officer's flashlight clearly lit her quickly exposed shaved pussy. She immediately pulled her dress down but it was too late. Donna's quick movements getting out of the car had caused the elastic material of her skirt to slide high on her hips exposing her pussy in the process.
The officer's eyes got wide when Donna bounced out of the car. He first noticed her large breasts jiggling in the tight dress and her left tit popped out of her top. He then spotted the nude slit between her legs before she pulled down her skirt. The officer's excitement gave way to seriousness. He accused Donna of using her body in an attempt to avoid a citation. Donna tried to convince the officer that it was an accident and that the dress was new. She explained that she had worn it for me for our night out and a celebration of a new job. The officer seemed to be satisfied with her explanation. He pointed to the white line on the edge of the shoulder. He told Donna to walk the line with her hands out to her sides. She gave him a pleading look. He gestured toward the line. Reluctantly, Donna began to walk the line. Her nervousness and her new high heels caused her to falter. As Donna fell, the officer grabbed her to break her fall. He managed to get a hand full of Donna's left tit as he helped her up. Once again, Donna's skirt slid up her legs exposing her pussy.
The officer told Donna that he would have to take her to the station, charged with 'DWI'. I got out of the car and asked the officer if that was necessary. I tried to explain that Donna was not drunk. I told him about her new outfit and how she was just getting used to it. The officer seemed to ignore my words. Donna pleaded with the officer. The officer told us to get in the car. He went back to the squad car and called on his radio. Donna sat in the car totally depressed. I told Donna I was sorry for getting her into this. She was near tears. The officer got out of the squad car and walked to Donna's window. He told Donna that she would be charged with 'DWI' and for attempting to bribe a police officer with sex. When the officer was finished with the litany, he offered Donna an alternative. The officer said that he would forget all the charges if Donna would have sex with him.
I looked at the officer and asked, "Why are you doing this to us?"
He replied evenly, "I like your wife. It's been a while since I've had a woman that sexy. Your wife is about the best looking piece of ass I've seen in a long time. Hell, look at her."
We both looked at Donna. She looked down ashamed as he continued, "Her tits beg to be released from that skimpy dress. She can't bend over or get out of a car without flashing her pussy."
I interrupted, "I told you we are celebrating her new promotion. The outfit was my idea. If she wanted to get anyone excited it was me, not you."