A Visit from Officer Dave - Part 2

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A Visit from Officer Dave - Part 2

Unread post by Don Jetman » Mon Mar 11, 2019 6:35 pm

A Visit from Officer Dave - Part 2

by Don Jetman



His fist on the door. My surrendering her again - putting her hand in his, watching
him explore her, play with her, take her within seconds in front of her husband. He
makes me unbutton her blouse, pull her shorts and panties to her knees and support
her from behind while he fondles her breasts, belly, and pussy. She partially
collapses against me and lets him do anything - everything.

That grin again. "She loves this. Don't you ever fuck her?"

I tell him, "No - you told me I couldn't."

"A little slut like you must be really horny by now, aren't you?" he tells her.

Her eyes are closed, her head laid back, resting on my shoulder. "Yesss..." she
hisses at him. An abrupt "unh" escapes from her when he buries a finger in her.

She's shaking in my arms, and I think she'll cum any minute. But he won't allow that.
He leaves her wanting, panting, wet for him. He takes a step back and studies us.
Stares at her tits and nipples. Tells me how much he's going to enjoy them. Tells me
to get her ready.

He wanted L in her pink nightshirt, so I dressed her in it, with nothing underneath.
It had a wide, oval neckline - not too low, but open across her smooth shoulders and
delicate collarbones. Tantalizingly fresh in a peasant-blouse sort of way, it wasn't
overtly sexy, except for the color. He was waiting, and I presented her like that,
putting her hand in his again.

"Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you."

She put on a pretty good show, begging him, standing in front of him in her little
pink shirt that just barely covered her ass. He didn't even touch her - he just let
her go on, I guess enjoying how many ways she would beg him, what words she would use
to submit to him. She got so graphic, so soon. "Please have sex with me - I want you
- I want you inside me - I want you in me, to make me cum."

It had been so long since we had played this way. I had seen her submissive side, but
never quite like this. She started to say things like, "I want you to take me in
front of my husband - I know it's what you want, what you want me to say - I want it
- he wants it too - to see me when you take me - to see how much I want it, how good
it feels when you make me cum." I wasn't quite prepared for that. But it was hot. To
watch her standing there begging for sex, her nipples hard and straining against her
nightshirt. She looked so small in front of him, so anxious to be taken that she was
shaking, her breasts quivering with each little shudder.

He made her get in the cold shower with her nightshirt on - told her, "I want you
soaking wet - don't dry off." She came out looking like a drowned kitten - hair
plastered to her head, the nightshirt clinging to her body, arms and legs
dripping with water. Her eyes were glazed over, and she just stared at him,
shivering, waiting to be told what to do next.

It confused me at first, maybe even disturbed me a little. Why has he made her do
this? On the surface, it seemed like such a strange but simple thing. After all, it
was only water. But, it was obviously a simple thing that struck a very powerful
chord within her. As she stood there, soaked to the skin, dripping water on the
floor, it struck me that it made her very primal. So many images are associated with
water - birth, baptism, a kind of cleansing, a surrendering of all things
superficial. All the things she had done to outwardly make herself the person she
wanted to be, her hairstyle, makeup, and last of all, her composure, were gone. It
was as though the water had not only stripped her bare, but also clung to her,
constantly dripping from her body, as though her inhibitions were being shed a drop
at a time. I would have never thought of such a subtle act of submission. He is a
true genius. I loved the way the shirt clung to her - I could see the slight swelling
of her lower belly, and the mound of her pussy pushing against the wet cotton shirt.
She looked so gorgeous - and helpless at the same time.

He took her hand and led her outside, and in the middle of our backyard, painted
in the golden tones of early evening, they made out - standing against each
other, kissing, groping and grinding. I watched from our screened-in lanai with
a super-hard-on. L has a thing lately for doing it in public, and seemed to
lose herself with so little effort, submitting to him at first, but within
minutes was clinging to him, humping him.

The yard is fenced and surrounded by thick shrubs, but the sight of them doing
this in the open was pretty shocking. His hands were all over her. He pulled her
nightshirt up a little at a time, exploring her body as they kissed. When he
worked it up to her shoulders, she raised her arms, inviting him to remove it.
Instead, he pulled her arms through the sleeves, but left it hanging around her
neck. As the sun hovered on the horizon, he took her in his arms again, her
small body now the color of a ripe peach, straining urgently against him, yet
yielding to him at the same time. She was so sexy, her skin wet and glistening
from the water, her thigh flattened against his leg as she humped him, her
little bare ass flexing and the small of her back arching. It was absolutely the
sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

She didn't even seem to care that she was almost naked, outside. She lost it
completely, slobbering over his mouth, clinging to him so tightly, working her
pussy into him over and over and over. The more he handled her, squeezing
her ass, mauling her tits, and slipping his hand between her legs now and then,
the more out of control she became. She actually tried to drag him down to
the ground to fuck her - but he wouldn't do it. She slipped, fell on her ass at
his feet, looked up at him with surprise, then giggled. He just stood there
and looked down at her. He said something to her, but I was too far away to
hear. She nodded her head over and over as she listened to him. She was
nearly naked at his feet in our backyard, her damp shirt clinging to her
shoulders, her body so willing, and helpless, and beautiful.

He helped her up and led her back into the lanai, the pink nightshirt still
bunched up around her neck. She just followed him, holding his hand, her eyes
still in a submissive daze. He bent her over a round patio table and told me to
take her hands and hold her. I took both her hands and pulled her arms out
straight, stretching her across the table. She was panting, almost sobbing she
was so hot. Then he did what he seems to love - he slid his cock into her, then
stopped with the entire length of it buried inside her. He took the damp nightshirt
in his hand and held it from behind as a rider would hold the reins of a wild
animal, pulling it against her throat, bending her neck back just enough to make her
look up at me. I didn't see my wife there in her eyes. I saw a slave to a cock, a
willing plaything, his piece of meat.

She went wild, begging him to finish her, to "please - fuck - fuck me harder", other
language she almost never uses. I was really afraid she was so loud the neighbors
might hear. But she was far past caring. She was totally out of control. I knew she
was horny, but this scared me a little. I don't think she even knew where she was, or
what was happening. She just kept begging to be "fucked", her little butt jerking up
and down, trying to feel him move inside her. But he wouldn't. I held her arms, he
backed out of her a little, and we just waited for her to calm down. It took a few
minutes, but she finally relaxed on the table, still panting, but back under control
again. The whole thing was very, very bizarre.

Back inside, he let her keep the nightshirt on, and wanted her to make him
something to eat. Dave and I went to the living room to talk while she was busy
in the kitchen. I told him I wasn't sure if we should continue, that she had
scared me a little outside. He shared my concern, telling me he hadn't seen
anything like it before either, that it was such unexpected behavior from her.
We agreed to take things a little slower and see how she reacted, to tame down
the teasing a little, and that it would be best to give her some relief before
too long. Dave chuckled and assured me that was OK with him, that he'd need some
relief soon himself!

We sat at the kitchen table and ate together. L made us shrimp scampi, and it
was fantastic. Dave kept putting his hand in her lap as we ate. Each time she
would pause and shiver a little. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I knew
she liked it. When she refilled our plates, she stood between Dave and I, and I
saw him run his hand up her shirt between her legs. She was shaking so badly a
few shrimp escaped onto the table.

After we ate, things went pretty quickly. Dave asked L if she was ready for
"what she was begging for all evening". She had been up to the edge and back so
often she was speechless. She looked at me, then back at Dave, and just nodded.
First he asked me to strip the nightshirt off her in the kitchen. I was so close
to her I could feel the heat coming off her body. When I touched her, she
trembled. Our eyes met, and we stood there for a while, frozen, my hands on her
neck, her eyes such deep wells I could have fallen into them and lost myself for
much longer than we had.

He took her and played with her for a minute, rolling her nipples between his
fingers, stroking her belly and pussy lightly until she was shaking again. They
went to the bedroom, I heaved the dirty dishes and pans into the dishwasher,
then went in to watch.

I expected to see Dave on top of her, pounding away, but instead she was on
top, riding him, grinding her pussy into him, rising and falling on his cock
with hard, steady strokes. However strong her submissive tendencies where, I
guessed that didn't matter when she was this horny. She was definitely in
control here, grunting and slamming her pussy down onto his cock. She collapsed
onto him, still working her little ass up and down over him, then came with the
familiar loud, long moans I've grown accustomed to enjoying. She just lay there
on top of him panting while he jolted her body from underneath. I could see his
cock disappearing into her, her little body taking it and milking it, until he
came too in about another 30 seconds. I was left shaking as they recovered in
bed. I think Dave was a little shaken this time as well. He was totally out of
character when he left, kissing L lightly on the forehead, and shaking my hand
warmly.

So, here I was, so worked up I was about to explode, and L tells me she's just
too exhausted and sore to have sex right away. Of course I told her I understood,
and that I loved her for being so hot and sexy. I guess the disappointment must have
shown on my face though. She told me that she "knew a way to show her appreciation
for her special night." We went to bed, and I got one of the best blowjobs of my
life, all while stroking her sweaty body as I thought back over the events of the
evening.

A while after I came, she told me with a smile, "I swallowed all of it - you like
that, don't you?" I'll have to admit, I didn't notice at the time, but I'd never tell
her that. I told her I didn't just like it, I loved it, that I thought it was the
sexiest thing a wife could do. She seemed so proud of herself, like a kid with the
key to a candy store.

I watched her as she collapsed onto her back beside me. She looked so used, so
completely taken and discarded, but so satisfied. She was still slick and shiny, but
with sweat, no longer with the water from the shower. She was unusually quiet, and I
needed to know she was OK.

"I want you to know how sexy it was that you swallowed my cum. I know it isn't always
easy for you. It's very special to me that you did it after you've been through so
much today, especially after you've already had your orgasm. Do you think you're
getting used to it now, that you enjoy it more?"

She turned toward me and propped herself up on an elbow facing me. I didn't see the
grin I had hoped for. She was thinking, her head cocked slightly to one side as she
took my deflated dick between her fingers and played with me. When it refused to come
to life again, she dabbed a late, oozing drop of cum from the head of my cock onto
the tip of her finger and placed it between her lips, sucking her finger dry.

"I do whatever he tells me to do," she said thoughtfully. "He said it would be an
acquired taste. As usual, he was right."

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Re: A Visit from Officer Dave - Part 2

Unread post by SutterKane » Sun Mar 24, 2019 4:20 am

Once again Don, you are a genius!
"Women and cats will do as they please,and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea"-Robert Heinlein
"Gratitude is riches and complaint is poverty and the worst I ever had was wonderful"Bro. Dave Gardner
Dum Vivimus, Vivamus!

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