My husband and I have been married for several years. Sometimes we just get a movie and a bottle of wine and cuddle up. On this night, my husband took me out to a fancy restaurant in the trendy area of downtown. We had a great time. We laughed. We lost track of time. We lost count of how many cocktails we had. It was fun. When it was finally time to leave, I stumbled a bit in my heels. My husband could tell I was drunk. He took my keys, took my hand, and led me to my car. He shouldn't have been driving either. He just wanted to keep me out of trouble.
In the car, he found his way through busy city streets to the highway. As the lights of the city started to fade behind us, his hand started to wander around my legs. His fingers walked to the edge of my dress. Slowly, he inched my dress up higher and higher. Then, his fingers found their way between my legs. I was tempted to spread my legs for him, but I played hard to get. "Focus on the road," I insisted with a grin. He could tell I was in a playful mood.
To keep the fun going, I started doing the same to him. I walked my fingers up his leg, to the crotch of his trousers. He was already hard from touching me. I traced the outline of his penis with my hand. Then, I went for his belt. It required two hands, so I loosened my seatbelt and leaned over. He didn't resist. I unzipped his pants and struggled to pull them down a bit. Anxious for my touch, my husband lifted his ass so I could slide his pants down to his thighs. As I flipped back his underwear, his penis sprang loose. It stood erect, like a monument to my sexuality. I could tell he wanted me badly.
My husband sighed with enjoyment when I wrapped my hand around his shaft. It throbbed so hard I could feel his pulse in my hand. "Is this for me?" I asked with a smile? He nodded.
"Good," I said. "I want to drive.
I gripped his shaft like a gear shifter on a racecar... or a joystick on an airplane... I don't know which. I was having fun. I yanked his shaft forward and he stomped on the gas. Then, I eased off and we came back to a normal speed. When the next lane was clear, I yanked left and he swerved at my command. I was having fun with it. Fast, slow, left, right... As we got further into the countryside, I got a little crazy. I thrust his shaft forward and held it there. Under my command, he went faster and faster. We must have been going about 100 miles per hour.
Just then, at the worst possible time, we zoomed past a police squad car that was parked on the side of the road with its lights off. We both looked anxiously in the rearview mirror to see how quickly he would follow us. Just when his lights came on, we approached an intersection. "Turn here!" I insisted. My husband glanced at me with a look of "are you sure about this?" but I yelled "Do it! Turn!"
We were going so fast that he barely made the turn. He zoomed down dark farm field backroads, turning occasionally to make sure the cop wouldn't be able to find us. Finally, when we were clearly in the middle of nowhere, he pulled over to the side of the gravel road and turned off the car.
BACK TO BUSINESS
We sat there for a moment, catching our breaths and looking in the rearview mirror as if the cop would have had any chance of choosing the same path through this labyrinth of farm fields. Then, we both looked at my husband's lap and laughed. His cock was still out in the open, hard as ever. I reached over and wrapped my hand around it. My husband quickly shoved his hand between my legs. This time, I wasn't playing hard to get. I grabbed his hand and pressed it to my pussy, inviting him to play with me. Then, I crawled across the front seat and began to kiss him.
"I want you right now," he said.
It was so thrilling being on the side of the road.
My husband reclined his seat and I straddled him. With his hands, my husband pulled up my dress over my head and threw it in the back seat. He ran his hands up my back and pulled my face to his. While kissing my neck, he undid the clasp of my bra and pulled it over my head too.
After throwing my bra aside, he pecked small kisses at my nipples. I pulled his head to my chest and guided my nipples into his open mouth. He cupped my ass cheeks and his fingers flirted with my womanhood enough to see that I was ready. He thumbed at the waistline of my panties and I immediately pulled them off and threw them in the back with my dress. I pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles.
Straddling him again, I positioned myself over the tip of his cock. We were both hot with excitement. He parted my lips for me and I worked my pussy down around the head of his cock. The moment had finally arrived.
I teased up and down, with the tiniest motions, enjoying just the head, then a little more. As I prepared to take the plunge, I rested my forehead and held my breath. Our mouths hung open with anticipation, ready to enjoy the moment. Then, I pushed myself down onto him, taking the full length of his cock inside me. We both exhaled with simultaneous relief and pleasure.
My husband's hands explored my body as I worked up a slow rhythm, sliding back and forth in his lap, grinding myself onto him. He gently pinched my nipples and scanned my body with his eyes, taking in my beauty and turning himself on.
He pulled my face to his but we were both too focused to kiss. We just breathed with each other as I rode him like a bull in slow motion. I wanted it to last, but it felt so good.
"I'm going to cum," I told him. "Do you want to cum with me?"
Just then, a flashlight shined through the window.
THE LAW
Startled, I jumped off of my husband and rolled into my own seat. I turned toward the backseat to grab my dress.
"Don't move!" commanded a tall dark figure. As it approached my husband's window, I could make out the twinkling shine of a badge, handcuffs, and gun. A handsome officer leaned down and peered into the window.
I crossed my legs and cupped my breasts, still totally naked.
"Open your window," commanded the officer. My husband lowered his window.
"I smell alcohol," the officer concluded. You are going to be arrested for driving under the influence, speeding, reckless endangerment, and evading an officer. You will be jailed, and your car will be impounded," explained the officer as he reached in and took the keys from the ignition. "Put your hands on the wheel."
The officer handcuffed my husband to the steering wheel. "Stop!" I yelled without thinking.
The officer walked around the car and opened my door. Holding out his hand, he commanded, "Step out of the car, miss." To take his hand, I let go of one of my breasts, exposing my erect nipple. He paused and stared, bold and unashamed.
With my hand in his, the officer began to lift me from the car. As I uncrossed my legs and slowly stepped out of the car, the officer's gaze went straight to my pussy, which was still wet from riding my husband.
The officer pulled me from the car and stood me to my feet, looking me up and down. I glanced back at my husband. His eyes were fixated between my legs too. His cock was still out in the open, standing straight up, waiting for me to return.
The officer slowly walked me around toward the front of the car. I used the officer's hand for support as I felt the sharp gravel road under my bare feet. The officer must have been able to tell that I was tipsy.
As we reached the front of the car, the officer bent me over and placed my hands on the hood. Through the windshield, I stared at my husband, handcuffed to the steering wheel. I couldn't possibly let him be thrown in jail, especially for trouble that I had instigated.
I glanced back at the officer. He stood behind me, studying my ass and legs, as if he was trying to decide what to do next. I couldn't help but notice the large bulge that had formed in his pants. I could trace the outline of his shaft with my eyes. The head of his penis pressed against the smooth blue fabric of his uniform.
This time, he caught me staring. Our eyes locked. "You don't want to arrest my husband. It's me you want," I concluded. I stuck my ass out a little further, making myself clear.
The officer stepped forward and grabbed my thigh. He ran his hand up, over my ass, slowly up my back, then took my hair in his hand. Using my hair like the reins of an animal, he pulled me up off of the hood. He pulled me back so firmly that I would have fallen over if he wasn't there to catch me. Leaning over backward, my weight was firmly supported by his chest. I could feel his cold badge press against my back.
Subtly, so my husband couldn't see, I pressed my naked ass against the bulge in the officer's pants. He reciprocated, pressing himself more forcefully against me. I could tell he was trying to resist the urge to throw me on the hood and fuck me with everything he had.
The officer picked me up, carried me to his squad car, and placed me in the back. He sped away, about a mile down the road, and parked his car around a dark corner.
The officer pulled me from the car and placed me on the hood. As he stood in front of me, I looked him up and down. His dark, crisp uniform fit tightly around his large arm muscles and masculine thighs. His badge shined on his chest. His gun, handcuffs and radio were attached to his belt. Most obviously, his manly bulge pressed at the fabric of his pants as if his cock was trying to break free from his pants to get to me.
He pulled my face to his and kissed me hard. He explored my mouth with his tongue.
His cock was calling for me. I reached for his buckle and undid his belt. It crashed to the ground under the weight of his gun. He breathed deeply into my mouth as I traced the outline of his shaft through his tight boxers. It was...