For any of you who think John Law is a hero, he's not. All of us have flaws, including John. This chapter reveals a dark side that some of you may not like. If you want to continue believing he's a hero, you might not want to read this chapter. However, I hope you will. I think most people will enjoy it. As always, everyone involved in a sexual situation are over eighteen. Keep in mind, this is a work of fiction, and the events did not actually occur.
For those of you who are not familiar with me, let me introduce myself. My name is John Law and I'm a retired cop. I spent my entire adult life in law enforcement, first in the Army as a Military Policeman and Criminal Investigator, and then as a civilian cop and detective. I can say that I have always followed the law when it came to solving cases and making sure the suspects were convicted. For instance, I never tortured someone to get a confession, planted evidence, or illegally searched a house without a warrant. All my arrests were by the book.
However, I will admit that I have bent the law when it came to my personal life. For instance, I have fucked a lot of women while I was on duty. It may not have been "against the law" but it was definitely against the rules. If you have read my previous stories, you know that I live with a woman named Melody and her daughter Jenna. When I met her, Melody was in an abusive relationship and was attempting to find a shelter. Since all the women's shelters were full, I took pity on them and I told her they could stay with me.
Melody was scared to death about going through a divorce. Her asshole husband had severely beat her and he had threatened to kill her. I knew his type and I had no doubt that he would follow through with his threat, so I had a couple of big, black, scary SWAT officers from a neighboring county go pay him a visit. Without revealing that they were cops, they told him that he should get as far away as he possibly could, and if he ever showed his face again, they would cut his dick off before they killed him. When his court date came around, he didn't show, and he hasn't been seen since. That's what I mean about bending the law.
Anyway, I had been retired for several years when one of the black officers who had done that favor for me came to see me to ask me for a favor in return. He said he suspected his wife was cheating on him and he wanted proof before he filed for divorce. I tried to explain that I wasn't a private investigator, but he said he didn't care. He said he knew of my reputation as an investigator, and he was sure I was capable of doing some surveillance and catching his wife cheating on him. Since he had helped me once without hesitation, I reluctantly agreed.
I live in a small town, but the officer, who was named Jason, and his wife lived in a large city about 50 miles away. She worked in a large accounting firm and Jason said she had become "distant" lately. He said they used to have great sex on a regular basis, but she had started to tell him she was too tired, or she had a headache.
I think it would help to describe Jason and his wife. The best way I could describe Jason is to say he looked like a defensive lineman for a pro football team. He was huge! His wife, Ashley, was white, with blond hair, blue eyes, and she had the body of a super model. If you use social media or read any of the gossip magazines available at the grocery store you would know that it is not uncommon for busty blonds to be attracted to black athletes. While Jason wasn't a pro athlete, he certainly looked like one.
I agreed to conduct some surveillance on Ashley to see what she was up to. I had attended a school a few years ago where I learned about surveillance and the use of electronics to gather evidence, including wireless cameras and audio equipment. Of course, I also learned to use a camera with telephoto lenses. I asked Jason if he would let me have a key to his house so I could snoop around. I didn't tell him I was planning to install some tiny video cameras in his bedroom.
As soon as Jason and Ashley were out of the house, I placed two micro video cameras in the living room and three in the Master bedroom. I also placed a voice activated tape recorder in the living room and one in the bedroom. I snooped around in the bedroom but didn't find anything incriminating. I did discover that Ashley had a nice collection of lacy bras and thongs.
Jason gave me his work schedule, so every time he was working the night shift, I sat in my truck down the street from his house to see if I could spot Ashley doing anything nefarious. One late afternoon, I observed Ashley come home, and about an hour later, a car pulled up out front and a man got out and went to the front door. She greeted him with a quick kiss and then they went inside. I fired up my laptop and listened to the recording devices.
While they were in the living room, she offered him a drink and after he drank a beer and she drank a glass of wine, they moved to the bedroom.
I listened to the voice recorder in the bedroom, and it didn't take them long to start fucking like rabbits. The recorder went to the cloud on my computer, so I switched over to the video cameras. My God! Ashley looked like a porn star. She was absolutely beautiful with nice firm tits and a shaved pussy. I watched as she gave this guy a blowjob for about twenty minutes before he filled her mouth with a load of cum. She smiled before swallowing and then she licked her lips. Obviously, she liked cum. The guy decided to return the favor, so he rolled over and put his head between her legs. The video quality was so good, I could actually see her pussy getting wet. I have to say, her pussy looked delicious.
He started licking her snatch with long, slow laps of his tongue. After licking for a couple of minutes, he started fucking her with his tongue. She had her hand on his head, pulling his hair and trying to get his tongue deeper. When he started to concentrate on her clit, she had a massive orgasm. By this time, he was hard again so he started fucking her. I was impressed with his recovery and staying power. He lasted over thirty minutes before he blew his load.
They lay in bed for about fifteen minutes before she started blowing him again. After he got hard, he fucked her for about ten minutes before turning her over so he could fuck her doggy style. She was grunting and moaning, and she told him to fuck her hard. He was really pounding her from the rear, and she was loving it. I loved watching her big tits swing back and forth as he pounded her from the rear. She had a massive orgasm, and a few strokes later, he shot a big wad of semen in her now sloppy cunt.
They went to the bathroom where, I assume, they took a shower together. When they came back to the bedroom, they got dressed and the guy left. I snapped a few photos of him leaving and getting in his car. I also got his license plate and ran it the next day so I could get his name and address. It wasn't difficult to discover that he worked in the same office as Ashley. I was so horny when I got home that I fucked Melody several times.
I watched the guy arrive and leave Jason's house for three days. I thought long and hard about giving Jason the photos, video tapes, and the guy's name and address. I really believed Jason would probably kill him. The more I thought about it, the more I started forming a devious plan in my head.
The next day, I called Ashley and asked her to meet me at a Starbucks a block from her office. When she arrived, I explained that Jason had asked me to gather evidence that she had been cheating on him. I told her I had photos, videos, and I had her lover's name, address, and all his personal information, including the fact that he was married with two children. I then asked her if she wanted a divorce. She started crying and said she didn't want to divorce Jason. She said it was just a fling and she would end it immediately if I promised not to tell her husband.
I then booted up my laptop and gave her my headphones. I said, "I want you to listen to this."
