"You need to slow down." she said after removing my cock from her mouth. My wife Cindi and I were traveling through a rural section of the southeast and passing the time spent on the road by engaging in a little lighthearted foreplay that culminated in her giving me a blow job while I drove.
While I didn't appreciate the admonition, she was probably right, since I had recently had my license suspended for too many speeding citations and technically, I was not supposed to be driving at all.
"Don't worry, I will." I responded, gently pushing on the back of her head, encouraging her to reengage. I slipped my hand underneath to tweak and play with her exposed nipples as I considered our situation and I concluded that there was little need to be concerned, the area we were in was so rural that the chances of seeing a cop were next to nil.
My mind drifted again as I enjoyed her ministrations and as I was focusing on how lucky I was to have a wife that would do basically anything I asked to keep our love life exciting, I guess my speed had been incrementally increasing, because I was suddenly jerked back to the moment by the sound of a siren.
I quickly looked in the rearview mirror, but it was empty. Then I glanced to my left and saw the blue lights as the patrol car pulled up alongside me. Cindi jerked up to see what was going on, exposing her bare top to both of the officers in the car.
"You idiot!" she screamed at me, "I told you to slow down!"
I pulled over onto the shoulder of the road as Cindi continued to freak out and rushed to get her top back on. She stuffed her bra under the front seat as I reminded her that my license was suspended and that she needed to calm down and let me figure out a way to get us out of this mess.
I rolled down the window and placed my hands on the top of the steering wheel, where the officers could easily see them as the cops approached us from either side of our car.
"License and registration" is all the cop on my side of the car said as he stared past me at Cindi's breasts. Her top was now on, but her nipples were putting on a show of their own. The cop on her side was tapping on her window and motioning for her to roll it down.
"No problem, sir!" I replied, and produced the documents which he handed across the car to his partner who was now leaning in over Cindi.
"Go run these while I have a talk with this nice couple." he said to the second cop who took the documents and returned to the patrol car.
"I clocked you doing eighty in a sixty-five and then when we pulled up next to you, we observed your wife there in a significant state of undress." he began. "I can cite you for speeding and her for indecent exposure." he continued. Then with a leer at Cindi he added "what do you think we should do about this?"
At this point, the second cop returns to our car, leans in over Cindi, and says "Speedy there is driving on a suspended license and has warrants for failure to appear for speeding citations in three other states."
"Step out of the car, sir." the first cop tells me. I comply and he violently shoves me against the car, cuffs my hands behind my back, and pats me down.
"You realize we've got enough here to put you under the jail." he states with real menace in his voice.
"Please! Just let us go!" Cindy yells as she begins to cry. "Let us go and I'll do anything you want!" she exclaims.
I was totally stunned. While I really didn't want to go to jail, I had not even considered making such an offer to avoid it. Cindi said she was willing to do ANYTHING to keep me out of jail, and I wasn't sure if she knew exactly what she was offering.
Both cops stared at her for a minute then the first cop repeats back to her "anything?"
"Anything!" she affirmed, nodding her head as her body visibly trembled.
The first cop grabbed me roughly and pushed me back towards the patrol car where he deposited me in the back seat and closed the door.
I watched through their windshield as the second cop pulled Cindy out of the car, made her spread eagle, and slowly patted her down, spending a lot of time making sure she wasn't concealing anything under her shirt or in her panties. He positioned her hands behind her back and snapped on the cuffs. He then walked her back to the patrol car and told her to get in the middle of the front seat.
"You couldn't just slow down like I told you!" she spat at me staring through the plexiglass barrier that separated us. "Just remember, whatever happens next is your fault!"
The officers then retrieved the keys to our car, locked it up tight, and returned to the patrol car where they sat on either side of Cindy. Then the first cop put the car in gear and pulled back onto the road.
"We're going to take a little drive." he said over his shoulder to me. "Your car will be fine, I put a sticker on it so no one will tow it."
