It had been a wild Christmas Party. Not a holiday party, but a politically incorrect Christmas Party.
The food was outstanding, a complete prime rib buffet and open bar catered by Chef Roger of that well known bistro downtown. The reason was Piper's company was one of the few internet startups that actually went through an IPO last year and did surprisingly well.
It was a wonderful night of eating, dancing and drinking, but not too much of anything. Piper and I were concerned that, well you just don't want to make a bad impression on management,
Piper looked her lovely self. She was dolled up in a long flowing gown, and the silver necklace she was a gift from her twenty something boss when the company went public. I think the kid had the hots for my wife.
Oh, it's not like she's, well, how can I say this, old. I mean, she's 33 for crying out loud. But everyone in that company seemed to be in their 20s. Brad, has boss, was 25 and Piper laughed when she told me he was always looking at her tits. "I've had to remind him when we were speaking that my eyes were up here," she said, pointing to head, "not down here."
Smiling, I nodded. Piper had great perky 34C breasts, perfect in every way down to the pointed nipples. She wore tops that accentuated them, and in some ways would have been inappropriate for most traditional companies. But at the startup, well, the younger girls wore all kinds of crazy outfits. Piper was somewhat demure.
Piper loved to dance, I was an awful dancer, and so at the party she was the belle of the ball dancing with guy after guy. I smiled to myself, waving at her on the dance floor, because I knew I'd be getting some of that sweet thing tonight when we got home and they would only masturbate thinking about her.
My lovely wife sat down around 11. "I don't think I can dance another dance, I'm beat," said the girl I'd been married to for six years. "Those boys have too much energy. Say, tiger, did you save some energy for me?"
"Not for dancing honey, but I will do a special tango with you when we get home," I chuckled.
She knocked my shoulder, calling me incorrigible. But with a smile. Yes, I was going to get some tonight.
We laughed a little more, drank two for the road and bid our goodbyes before heading to the car at about midnight. It had been a great evening.
On the ride home Piper laughed when I placed my hand on her breast. "The boys loved these tonight, everyone loved to see them bounce around on the dance floor. But I have to admit I liked looking at your ass much more."
Piper mumbled something about enjoying herself, slowly moving her hand to my thigh. "It made me horny dancing with all those studs," said my wife, slurring just a little. "Good thing there weren't many slow dances or there might have been trouble."
All out banter had got me excited, but apparently I had slipped over the center line.
"WATCH IT," cried out Piper.
I jerked the wheel over and narrowly missed a car that was booming its horn. Damn. Should pay attention to driving not the lovely lady beside me.
Uh oh.
Flashing lights in the rearview caused me to focus all attention to the road.
Shit, on no, it was the cops.
"Driver's license and registration," said the familiar voice. It was Billy Caufield, a classmate from high school who had dated Piper before me. "Have you been drinking sir?"
"Come on Billy...."
"Sir, get out of the car!"
Okay, okay I thought, I'd go along with the charade.
Billy's partner, an older, burly man, stood to the side with his hand on his gun while Billy was asking me questions about where we'd been, what we'd been drinking, and where we were going.
I casually gave him the information, admitting we'd had "a couple" drinks but that I was sober as a judge.
Billy told the other officer to handle things while he stepped to the other side of the car to speak with Piper. The officer led me away from the card and asked me to count backward from 100. Then he had me repeat several sentences. Finally he had me walk the line, as they call it.
At the end of the examination he said he thought I was over the limit. I disagreed, of course. I know what I can drink, how much, and explained we were merely fooling around a little on the drive and my attention stumbled for a second. I was fine.
"Oh, like my partner is doing fine?"
I looked at the guy, then toward the car. Piper was leaning through the open window, sucking Billy's cock.
Starting toward the door, the officer grabbed my arm...hard. "Don't move."
Standing still, I watched as Piper's head worked the cock of her former boyfriend. I couldn't believe she was doing it. Billy looked toward us and wrapped his hands around my wife's head, guiding her up and down his throbbing cock.
"I think she's passed the breathalyzer," said Billy. "How did he do on the test?"
"Drunk as a skunk," said the burly one. "We have to take his ass downtown."
It was all surreal. It was as if Piper and I weren't there, but we were. I was standing in the street with a cop holding my arm and Piper was blowing his partner like a slut.
Feeling helpless, I averted my eyes but Billy called and I looked over.
"Piper here told me, uh, before she got hungry, that you spent a weekend in Sheriff Bill's county lockup last fall for DWI," said the policeman. "You know, tonight when we take you in you get two weeks, with no time off for good behavior. Man, that will suck.
"Piper said your boss nearly fired you for the last DWI, says he will fire you for sure if we take you in this time. So, she's agreed to post your, uh, special bail for you if Buster and I agree.
"Hey Buster, what do you say. Do we give Jon a break here? Do we give him a warning and let him go home and fuck his wife tonight? Or, do we take him downtown, book him, and let him lose his job and spend a couple weeks in the pokey?"
What an Asshole.
"Okay, you've had your fun Billy, this has gone far enough," I said as emphatically as I could. "Stop and I won't tell anyone. Piper won't either."
The guy laughed. "You know, her mouth feels as good as ever, but your mouth is going to get you into trouble. Now you have pissed me off. We're going to take you downtown for DWI but also a little resisting arrest and maybe trying to bribe a police officer. Who knows what will stick, but you will be broke from the lawyer's fees, lose your job, and still spend time in the pokey."
"But..."
"But nothing," Billy stopped me from saying more. "You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can be held against you in a court of law..."
Billy rambled on Miranda while Piper kept sucking his cock. He was really enjoying this. I was not. But there wasn't a think I could do.
The burly cop walked me to the back of the squad car and sat me down so he could call in the bust.
I watched Piper continue to fellate her former boyfriend as the burly cop walked over. Soon, Piper got out of the car and got into the back seat of the squad car. Billy got into my car while the other cop walked our way.
Piper came back into her seat, a guilty look on her face. "Billy, it's the only way. You can't get hauled in again. Kiss me now."
I moved over and kissed my wife, tasting the cock that had been in her mouth. At least he had not come in her mouth. It was humiliating, though. We drove for a minute or two before turning down a secluded tree covered dirt road.
Stopping, the burly cop told me to get out of the car. I kissed Piper again, figuring she would finish the blow job and we'd be on our way home.
As we walked toward my car Billy came up to me. "You have a wonderful wife who is going to be your get out of jail free card. So I don't want you to say a word and be a good little boy. Got it?"
