A Visit from Officer Dave - Part 1

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A Visit from Officer Dave - Part 1

Unread post by Don Jetman » Mon Mar 11, 2019 4:24 pm

A Visit from Officer Dave - Part 1

by Don Jetman



A memory from our initial days of hotwifing when we role-played
her Dom was a high level officer in an imaginary authoritarian
land. Government officers could use any woman they might see as
sexual recreation - even married women, whose husbands knew better
than to object. It became even worse (or better in our case) for
the woman's husband when he found his wife enjoying it...




"Officer" Dave knocked on our door late one Sunday afternoon. He never rings the
bell. He pounds on the door with his fist until I open it. He asked simply but
sternly, "Where is she?" I told him she was in the bedroom, writing a letter to
a friend. "Get her," he told me. "You haven't touched her since my last visit,
have you?" I told him, "Absolutely not, just as you ordered." "Good," he told
me. "She should be nice and ripe."

I brought L to him, using the ritual he had ordered:

I take her by the hand, walk her to him, then offer him her hand. He takes her hand,
draws her close to him, and kisses her roughly, fondling her ass and breasts as he
wishes. She struggles a little, then gives up and lets him paw her.

He told me he was hungry, that I should barbecue some burgers while he and my
wife spend some time together. I went outside to start the grill. When I
returned, he and L were sitting on the sofa. He had ordered her out of her
shorts and blouse and into a light blue tank top that came to just above her
navel. Other than that, she was naked, sitting quietly beside him, knees tightly
pressed together, hands in her lap, head down, doing a great job of showing me
how "embarrassed" she was. He had his arm around her shoulders, fingering the
back of her neck, and he was grinning at me.

"Your wife wanted to slip into something more comfortable," he told me. "Didn't
I tell you she'd be ripe?"

He made her tell me she wanted to show off her body to him, to get him hard.

"And why would you want to do that?" he asked her, again grinning at me.

"I-I need sex," she stammered, as though he had made her say it. She's become
quite an actress - very believable as the terrified wife. The only giveaway was
her hard nipples under the tank top.

He turned to her and kissed her hard again, his hand now prying between her
legs. She slowly opened her bare thighs, then stiffened as he slid a finger
inside her.

"Now I'd call that ripe," he told me.

He told me to go tend to the grill, and not to come back inside until he called
me. Our bedroom has a sliding glass door that looks out onto the patio. As I
began to put the burgers on the grill, I saw them enter our bedroom. He saw me
watching, whispered something in her ear (or did he lick it?), stripped the tank top
off over her head, then closed the blinds. I was totally surprised. This was the
first time I wasn't included in the sex. I was truly very nervous, disappointed, and
the time seemed to crawl. It was torture imagining what they were doing (or what he
was doing to her).

The burgers were past well-done and stacked on a plate by the time he called me
inside. I took them in, and the three of us sat at the table and ate. He was fully
dressed in his uniform, as usual, and L was back in the tiny tank top. Her face was
flushed, and her hair was a mess. I'm sure he had roughed her up a bit, just to rub
the situation in my face. ("I just fucked your wife while you made us dinner.")

He talked as he ate, in his matter-of-fact way, as though now eating was most
important.

"Well, after eyeing your juicy little wife for a while now, do you think
she's been plucked?"

L kept her head down and ate, again pretending to be embarrassed. I told him
that I thought she had.

He knew how to humiliate. "Ask her if she came while I was fucking her."

I asked her, and she whispered, "No", still acting too embarrassed to look up at
me.

"Now, ask me if I came," he said.

I asked him, and he told me, "Not yet, Don. You see, we did have hot, frantic, sex,
and my god she was hungry for it. She took all I had between her legs, her sweaty
little body twitching and humping, milking me like she hadn't had a good fucking in
years. But we're saving the last for dessert, so you can see your loving wife slut
for me, so you can watch her scream as she cums with my cock buried in her, her arms
and legs clutching me like she's finally found a lover beyond her wildest dreams."

Wow. If you could have heard him deliver that line. Absolutely astonishing.

"We may have to do what you say," I told him, "but she'll never enjoy it. She'll
never be completely yours. I'll never believe that."

He stared at me for a second, as though some punishment for my insolence might
be coming, but then turned to L, took her chin in his hand, then raised it and
turned her face to him. He leaned close to her, and very slowly licked the side
of her face, leaving it wet and shiny with his saliva. She closed her eyes and
trembled as he tasted her. There is always some point during our game when I can
tell (or think I can) when she's finally unable to "act", overwhelmed by the raw
excitement that's been building. This was obviously that point.

"Well, I guess it doesn't really matter, does it?" he said. "But, are you
absolutely sure you can tell what's going on in this pretty little head? Do you
always believe everything she tells you? What if she cums when I fuck her, Don?
Does a woman cum for any man who sticks his cock in her, or only when she truly
welcomes him inside her? Wouldn't that be considered a lover? What do you think?"

He was grinning at me again. He was acting the part brilliantly, as usual, but
he also knew, as did we all, that his imagination had once again taken our game
to a boiling point. After a few seconds of stunned silence, I said, "She won't,
not with you. Never." In spite of my best efforts, my answer wasn't all that
convincing. Like L, my acting ability was quickly unraveling.

He took us into the bedroom, then ordered her to beg me to strip her. God, she
looked right into my eyes, her entire body on fire, her hair still a wild tangle
about her angel face, and said, "P-please ? Do it - I want you to strip me for him."
She was either no longer able to play "scared and innocent", or wanted to give me the
impression that she had been conquered by him. Her eyes were so huge and glassy - her
entire body screamed for sex.

I stripped her, he put her on the bed, then took out his cock and put it in her.
He always kept the uniform on. We hadn't made any rules up front about this, but
I'm sure he knew it played better. In a way, it acted as wall between them, a
blatant display that there was no hint of intimacy, only sexual recreation and
ownership, on his terms. L and I agreed it was a nice touch, a constant visual key
that he was dominating us, using us as ruthlessly and efficiently as such an officer
most likely would.

He made me strip as well, then hold her wrists over her head while he fucked
her. She was totally helpless, pinned to the bed by his cock. The contrast of
the dark material of his uniform against her skin was breathtaking.

He made her say things the entire time. She did her best between grunts and moans.

"Are you my mine? Do you belong to me? Are you my little slut?"

"Yesss..." she'd tell him, her eyes closed, seemingly oblivious to me at her side.

"You can't wait for me to come around to fuck you, can you? Your husband's cock
can't make you cum anymore - only mine, right? It's time he knows that. Tell your
husband."

She opened her eyes and looked up at me, her expression almost heart-stopping as
she struggled between uncertainty and total submission to him. After a pause,
she told me, staring deeply into my eyes, "I'm his. I only cum for him now." It was
as though she had, at that instant, become another woman, abandoning everything that
might stand in the way of giving herself to him, totally and completely.

"Look at your husband. See how hard he is? He wants me to fuck you. He wants you
to be my slut, doesn't he?"

"Yes - he'll do what you want. He - he wants - to give me to you. He knows you're
better - fucking me - making me cum." She was gasping, her chest heaving up and down,
her breasts jerking violently with each of his thrusts.

I was ready to explode. I stood at the side of the bed, leaning over her, holding her
wrists over her head, my erection bobbing up and down, throbbing, shrieking for
relief. He was in control, and I was helpless. He was fucking my wife, using her in
front of me, so completely successful in conquering her, melting away her resistance.
She was totally lost in the moment, obviously giving all of herself to him, but still
trying to hold out, trying to...show some resistance? Or prolong the pleasure?

He tortured her as well, teasing her by slowing his strokes when she was close to
orgasm, making her beg him to fuck her before he began again. Believe me, by that
time no one doubted her begging was brutally sincere.

In the middle of telling him something he had ordered her to say, she came. I let go
of her wrists and leaned over her and we kissed deeply while she pumped her hips into
his cock and moaned into my mouth. It was one of the most intimate moments we've
shared - her knowing that I loved her enough to kiss her so passionately while she
came with another man's cock in her, and me seeing her so deliriously satisfied by
raw, uninhibited sex.

She tells me that it was the best orgasm she's ever had, partly because we shared
such intimacy at just the right moment, and partly because she felt so completely
taken by a man who demanded her body.

After she recovered, I got the best blowjob of my life. She was totally wanton,
rabidly hungry for my cock, and absolutely eager to feast on my semen as Officer Dave
fondled her from behind, ordering her to swallow every drop, or he'd be back again to
teach her how. Of course, her "carelessness" guaranteed a return visit.

OOAA

Re: A Visit from Officer Dave - Part 1

Unread post by OOAA » Mon Mar 11, 2019 9:05 pm

AMAZING story!!!!!

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Re: A Visit from Officer Dave - Part 1

Unread post by wittol » Tue Mar 12, 2019 10:58 am

A seminal work (about semen-al work).

Always a pleasure to revisit your stories, Don. Thanks!

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