Janine Mason wanted to stay on at the party. That wasn't really surprising; it was her party. Qualified as a lawyer only three days earlier, the young wife was looking forward to a long and distinguished career in the legal world. The party - as it always was - had been thrown by the partners of the firm in celebration of Janine passing her final exams and she was the guest of honour.
She was enjoying herself. Mingling with the other guests and partners that she would rarely get to see during the course of her busy day made her feel important and needed. She had been congratulated by so many people she had almost lost count, and the copious amounts of fine Champagne that flowed in an almost ceaseless stream had loosened her tongue and her inhibitions. Up until now, she had been careful not to flirt too openly, but being congratulated by her boss and mentor, Chris Radcliffe, she now found her sexuality oozing to the surface as the older man charmed her. She was so wrapped up in Radcliffe's conversation that she had almost forgotten about her husband on the other side of the room.
Robert Mason was beginning to feel left out. While of course he supported his wife in her ever advancing legal career, these parties were not really his thing. He had already drunk four glasses of Champagne, and whilst the alcohol had obviously had an exhilarating effect on his wife, his mood had become maudlin and he found himself slipping further and further into a deep depression.
Mason eyed Janine from the other side of the room as she openly flirted with her boss. How could she just leave him on his own like this while she flaunted herself in such an unseemly manner? And that blouse! It was cut so low in the front that her full breasts were almost visible! Robert looked at his watch again; 11:45pm. As far as he was concerned it had been time to leave an hour ago, but his wife had persuaded him to stay a little longer. He drained his glass and prepared himself for another rebuke as he began to meander drunkenly towards her.
The conversation between Radcliffe and Janine stopped as soon as Mason came within earshot, confirming his suspicions and angering him further.
"Oh, hello darling." Janine said pleasantly. She looked at her wristwatch. "I suppose it is time to go now, isn't it, I do have a lot to do tomorrow."
The surprise of his wife's immediate agreement rather took the wind out of Mason's sails, but he still bristled as he noticed Janine and Radcliffe share a sly grin.
"Come on then, Bob," she continued with a smile, "I think you'd better let me drive. You look like you might have had a little too much Champagne."
Again, Mason blushed furiously at the embarrassment inflicted by his wife and found himself staring with blazing eyes as he watched her lean up and kiss Radcliffe on the lips.
"See you tomorrow then, Chris," she whispered, "and thanks so much for the party!"
Mason's mind was working overtime as the two headed for the door amongst the many "goodbyes" and "well dones" that were being shouted at Janine from other different guests. He was still thinking about the kiss that Janine had just planted on her boss' lips. He was certain that there was more to it than just a friendly embrace; he had seen the way that they had been looking at each other all night. He felt angry, but he also felt something else; something he could hardly define. He realised that his heart was beating a little faster. Surely, though that was just the Champagne. Wasn't it?
"Give me the keys, Bob." Janine said as they reached the car. "I may have had a bit to drink, but I'm nowhere near as drunk as you are."
Mason recognised the stern tones in his younger wife's voice and knew there was no point in arguing. He opened the drivers side door for her and watched the split in her skirt open as she slid into the leather seat. Again his heart beat increased as one milky white thigh became visible.
The drive out into the country was fairly uneventful. Mason dozed in the passenger seat as his wife tooled the Mercedes effortlessly along the dark road. The moon was full and the only sounds that could be heard were the low purr of the big car's engine and the whistle of the tyres on the tarmac. He was half asleep but still aware that they were travelling quite fast. But he relaxed. Janine was a good driver and could easily handle the car at speed.
Mason had almost lost track of time when he heard the sound of the siren and became aware of the lights behind. He shook his head and sat up in the seat, craning his neck to look behind him. There was no mistaking the police van and no doubt at all that it wanted the Mercedes to pull over and stop.
"Shit!" Janine exclaimed as she slowed down and allowed the vehicle to drift onto the gravel shoulder. "I must have been going too fast!"
Mason and Janine waited patiently as the police van pulled up behind them. They heard the doors open and close and were suddenly aware of a presence at the side window.
"That was quite a speed you were doing, ma'am." said a voice hidden behind a powerful flashlight beam. "You realise you were doing nearly eighty?"
Janine shook her head and began to apologise profusely, but as soon as she opened her mouth to speak, Champagne fumes filled the still night air.
"And I think you might have enjoyed a drink or two tonight, haven't you?"
There seemed little point in denying the fact.
"Er...yes, officer. But only a little" Janine offered a little pathetically. "I'm sorry if I was driving a bit fast, but it's late. We just wanted to get home." She smiled sweetly at the officer. "I'm sure you don't want to be bothered with us at this time of night, do you?"
But the officer was not to be deterred. Now joined by his colleague, Janine was soon standing - rather unsteadily - on the side of the road and blowing into an alcohol testing device.
"Sorry, Mrs. Mason. The test shows positive. You are over the legal alcohol limit to drive. I'm gonna have to arrest you."
The effect on Janine was immediate. Tears began to form in her eyes as she began to plead for her liberty.
"Oh, officer, you don't understand!" she wailed. "If you arrest me I'll lose my job. I'm only just qualified as a lawyer! Please don't do this! I'll do anything!"
Through a drunken haze, Robert Mason saw the police officer glance over and grin at his colleague. Immediately Mason felt the same adrenalin rush as he had felt while watching his wife kiss her boss. Although he now felt very drunk, he was certain that the feeling was not just brought on by the effects of the Champagne! His mind raced when he heard the officer speak next.
"There's always something a good looking woman like you can do, ma'am!"
Janine looked shocked and indignant. She was sure she knew what the officer meant but could hardly believe that it was happening.
"What do you mean?"
"I could sure do with a little...er...entertaining!" The officer continued, "You get your pretty little ass in the back of our van for a while and I might just be able to forget what speed you were doing tonight!"
Janine's jaw dropped as she heard the smiling officer's words.
"That's ridiculous!" she cried, "You want me to have sex with you so you'll let me off?"
The officer nodded silently as Janine looked at him. She turned to her husband, looking for his support. Bob simply shrugged - She realised that there was little she could do.
"Okay," the officer suddenly said. "I can just read you your rights now and take you in - makes no difference to me!"
"Wait! Hold on, just hold on." Janine replied quickly. The thoughts were racing through her head. The idea of losing her hard earned position in the law firm made her feel almost physically sick. After all it was only sex, wasn't it?, she thought to herself trying to reason things out. Thirty minutes or so and it would be all over and she could go home and shower. Also, she was still feeling a little sexy recalling the heated conversation with her boss earlier. Was this really such a great price to pay for keeping the job she loved so much?
"Okay! She said quickly. The decision was made. "You wanna fuck me? That's fine. But my husband comes with us. Then you let us both go home. Deal?"
The cop smiled wickedly and opened the drivers side door. He bowed theatericaly and ushered the shivering Janine towards the van. He watched as the woman's husband staggered drunkenly from the dark blue Mercedes and almost collapsed onto the front seat of the police van.
"No time to waste, honey," he cried as he and Janine clambered into the back. "I gotta be back at the station in an hour! Let's see those tits!"
Janine had long since given up any hope of retaining her modesty. With fingers that trembled she began to quickly undo the buttons of her white, silk blouse and shrugged the garment from her shoulders. She didn't hesitate. Her hands went behind her and unclasped the half-cup bra that she had bought especially for the party.
"Mmmm...very nice!" the officer whispered, kneading the crotch of his pants. "But if I'm to let you off scott free, I'm gonna want to see a lot more than just your tits!"
Janine smiled back. She was almost beginning to enjoy herself. There had always been a bit of an exhibitionist streak deep down inside her and, right now, it was leaping to the surface. She looked over into the front seat at her husband. He seemed pretty much out of it and she didn't expect to hear any complaints from him.
"You like my tits?" She asked in a horse whisper.
The officer nodded, his fingers rubbing and squeezing the obvious erection that was building up in his pants.
Janine began to get a little more adventurous. Her own hands cupped her full breasts and she could feel the points of her hard nipples already digging into her palms. A small gasp escaped her lips as her fingers began to pluck at the tight buds; reddening and swelling them visibly.
