This is Part Four of a series. Just FYI, while this story is largely heterosexual, gay sex is referenced, as are elememts of cheating and non-concent.
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It was nearly two weeks after Scott's confession when I noticed him. He was parked in a little turnoff maybe a mile from our house. A common spot for a speed trap. I wasn't sure at first, but when I passed him again two days later I knew. It was him. It was that cop. The one who raped Scott by the side of the road. The one with that giant club of a cock. The one who changed our lives.
My stomach dropped when I realized it was him. When I pulled into the driveway and took my hands off the wheel I realized they were shaking. My heart was racing. I was sweating. With each blink I could feel there was moisture around my eyes.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to try an calm myself. That's when I felt it. My pussy was wet. Really wet. Looking down I could see my nipples poking through my top. I slowly spread my legs and pulled up my skirt. My underwear was visibly moist. I pulled it aside and looked at myself. My lips looked swollen. I was leaking. I ran a finger along my slit and let out a soft moan. I felt panicked at seeing that cop, yes, but also aroused. I feel like those two things have been intertwined ever since that night...
I quickly look around. No one is out in the neighborhood. My fingers start sliding up and down my slit, opening my lips. I lean my head back, close my eyes, and my other hand reaches up and starts pinching my hard nipple. With my eyes closed it's like I'm back at that night. I'm sitting in the same seat, in the same car, the same smell of my own arousal is in the air. As my fingers find my clit I imagine Scott is right in front of me. His hard cock slapping against the hood of the car. His mouth open in a desperate moan. That cop behind him with his big tool shoved up Scott's ass. Using him. Violating him.
I know I shouldn't feel like this, but there was something so...hot about seeing Scott that way. Strong, dominate Scott. The man who's loved me for two years. The man I expected to marry. To give me children. The man I've now seen on his knees sucking another man's cock. The man who I've now seen with a rock hard cock sawing in and out of his asshole. Who I've seen cum for another man.
"Aaauuuuhhhnnn," I let out a long moan. The thought of Scott cumming for him has brought me to the edge. My fingers are moving fast now. My clit is on fire. I see Scott launching volley after volley of cum at me as that cop fills him. Is this the moment that changed everything? Is this why things have never been the same since that night? Scott's told me about the gym. About what he's been doing there since that night. Is that where he is now? On his knees?
"Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god..." My orgasm hits hard. I cum wondering if my boyfriend has a cock in his mouth right now. In his ass. Is this why we stayed together after his confession? Because deep down inside I love it? I love the idea of him being ridden like a fucking dog? Being fucked just like I love to be fucked? "Oooooohhhhhhhhh," I moan out as my pussy convulses. I look down and see a wet spot growing on the back of my skirt. On the car seat.
Finally, my hand stills. It's over. My legs are shaking, I'm covered in sweat, but it's over. My body is satiated and I can get out of the car. I slide my panties down my legs and bunch them up in my purse. I pull my skirt down. I can feel the wetness against my ass. I'm about to open the door when I see Scott's car pulling in behind me. I quickly get out of the car. I don't want him to smell my sex when the door opens. As he puts the car in park I walk around the front to his driver's side, keeping my damp ass out of view.
"Hey, babe," he says with a smile. "Just getting home?"
"Yes," I say. "Work went a little late. How was the gym?" I lean in and kiss him. I can't be sure but I think I taste cock on his lips.
His eyes look away for a second before he answers, "good...it was a good workout."
"Any friends there?"
He hesitates. Even after the confession we haven't set any "rules". "Yeah, a couple of the guys were there..."
I let him hang for a little too long before smiling and replying. "Good, honey. I'm glad you had fun." With that I turn around and walk into the house, letting him see the big wet cum spot on the back of my skirt.
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It's a week later and I'm headed home from work early. When Amy said I should take the rest of the day off I'd initially resisted. I hate getting special treatment, but the truth is I had been distracted and unfocused all day. Last night had been a strange one. After dinner, Scott and I had gone upstairs. We had sex. Great sex, actually. I'd been somewhat dominant. I'd made him tell me things. Confess things. Things that had made me so hot that night. God, I must have cum five times. But things that stuck with me the next day.
Things like Scott confessing that he'd sucked cock four times since he first told me about the gym. Things like hearing him panting with need as I finger fucked his asshole. Things like the way he kept moaning yes again and again as I demanded he tell me he's a little faggot now.
And things like the way my body exploded the first time I got him to confess that he needed cock. That he would always need cock. How powerful I'd felt when I had him ass up on the bed with my fingers buried inside him. When I forced him to beg me to allow him cock.
As I near our place I look down at the speedometer. I'm going fast. Too fast. I think about slowing down but...I don't. I feel my heartbeat quickening as I keep speeding. Speeding past the other cars. Speeding past that little turn off before our neighborhood. Speeding past that cop car that's parked there.
As soon as I race past that spot, I slow. My hands are trembling. I have a sick feeling inside my stomach as a look in my rear view mirror. At first nothing, but then I see it. The cop car slowly easing out onto the road behind me. He slowly gains on me until I can see him in my rear view mirror. That cop. I put on my signal and then turn into our neighborhood. For a brief second I think maybe he'll drive on by. Maybe I'm not trapped with this thing I've done.
But then he turns and follows me in. I'm almost to our house when he finally flips his lights on. I slow and pull over right in front of our home. I'm trembling as I sit there, both hands on the steering wheel, waiting for him to approach. "Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit," I whisper to myself. I did this. I knew he might be there and I made this happen.
The door of the cop car opens and I see him step out. The man who threatened to rape me. Who did rape Scott. He walks up to the car and raps on the window. I hesitate, until he raps again and orders, "open up the window, ma'am." I do.
"License and registration." My hands are shaking but I get the documents without comment. I see him look at my license. His eyes flick up to my house, realizing we are right in front.
"Do you know why I pulled you over?"
"I...I'm not sure...I..."
"You were speeding ma'am. 48 in a 25," he coldly informs me. "Seems you and your...boyfriend have a tough time with traffic laws.
My breath catches in my throat. My eyes widen. I feel a chill take one my body. He knows. He knows who I am. He remembers me from that night.
"Now take your pants off."
I stare at him blankly like I didn't understand what I just heard. I'm trembling. He locks his eyes on mine and repeats, "I said take your fucking pants off."
I briefly look around me. The neighborhood is quiet but not empty. I can see the neighbor two houses down moving the lawn. There's a lady a few houses away getting the mail and glancing over at the traffic stop down the street. But then...I do it. I start to undo my pants. I undo the button. Pull down the zipper. Then I raise my hips, hook my fingers into the waist, and I push them down.
I don't look up but I can feel him looking at me. At my red face. My rapid breathing. At my exposed pubic hair.
"All the way."
I kick off my shoes and take the pants all the way off.
"Spread your legs. Show me that pussy."
I do it. I show him my pussy. It looks unmistakable aroused. The lips slightly swollen. Moisture visible inside the slit.
"Very nice," he says in a thick voice. I see his hand adjust the clearly growing bulge in his pants. "I like that," he says. "I like that a lot. Now...start playing with it for me."
I hesitate for a moment before letting my hand drift down to my pussy. I start making little circles. Moving the hood. Making it rub against my clit.
