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Abbey Gets Pulled Over, Part 1
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GBV05A - M+/F - WIFE - PREG - Abby Gets Pulled Over - Part 1
by The Warthog
Standard Disclaimer--This story is intended for the entertainment of
adults only!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The is a story about a life changing experience that my wife and I had a
couple of years ago. Abby and I had planned a celebration after she lost
a considerable amount of weight. She had reduced down to 110 pounds and
looked great. I should describe Abby. She has long brown hair and big
brown eyes. She has the cutest face and her smile is contagious. She
stands five and a half feet tall and has a body that won't quit. Abby's
petite figure measures 34D-21-33. Despite her awesome assets Abby is
embarrassed to show off her shape.
Most of the time Abby wore baggy pants and tops. Like many women, she
did not feel that she was beautiful, despite my complements. I finally
persuaded her to buy some sexy clothes for our night on the town. I
requested that she get something that had a very short skirt and was
skin tight. I also requested that she not wear underwear. She balked at
this but finally agreed after I begged her.
The day of our celebration Abby went shopping. She called me at work to
tell me about her new dress. She seemed very excited about wearing it
for me. She wasn't sure, however, that she would feel comfortable in
public wearing such a sexy outfit. I assured her that she would be a big
hit with anyone who saw her. I don't think I convinced her.
The plan was to go out to dinner and then go dancing. I couldn't wait to
see Abby in her new outfit. She picked me up from work at 6:30. When I
saw her I was stunned. She looked like one of those glamour models. She
gave me a shy smile when I whistled at her. She said, "I can't believe
I'm actually wearing this." I said, "You are the sexiest woman I have
ever seen. Abby was wearing a red dress that barely covered her
privates. Her large breasts stretched the top to its limits. The dress
was low cut with a full one third of her breasts exposed. I said, "I
hope those shoulder straps are industrial strength." Abby giggled and
said, "I hope so too."
I continued to stare at her as she drove out of the parking lot. I
noticed two bumps in the front of Abby's dress. I was happy to see that
she wasn't wearing a bra. I glanced down at her legs and wondered if she
was wearing panties. Abby noticed my stare and confirmed, "No, I'm not
wearing panties." I asked her to prove it and she pulled her hem up
slightly revealing her neatly trimmed bush. Abby said, "I have to be
very careful when I get out of the car or bend over." I said, "I'll
bet."
We headed for our favorite restaurant. The parking lot was full and we
had to park at the shopping center next door. I watched as Abby got out
of the car. She held the hem of her skirt firmly. It was no use,
however. If anyone had been nearby they would have seen an eyeful. We
walked in front of several shops as we made our way to the restaurant.
Abby complained about the 5 inch high heels. Despite the awkwardness of
the shoes, Abby caused heads to turn in her direction. She was quite a
sight.
We enjoyed a great meal and a few drinks and talked about everything. I
told Abby how proud I was of her. We talked about the looks she was
getting. I think she was beginning to like the attention. I paid the tab
and we left. Abby asked if I wanted to drive and I suggested that she
drive. I told her that I wanted to just look at her. She blushed. We
strolled to the car and again Abby got plenty of attention. I noticed
that despite the earlier difficulty Abby had with her shoes, her walk
began to get more sexy. I knew she was enjoying herself.
We got in the car and headed for a new dance club that we had wanted to
check out. We talked about what we would do after dancing. Abby was
playing it coy, but we both knew that a long session of lovemaking was
in our future. We were so engrossed in our sexy talk that neither of us
noticed the police car on the side of the road. We learned about it the
hard way. Lights and sirens approached us from the rear. Abby said, "Oh
no! I think I was speeding." I said, "Don't worry. Just do as the
officer says and we'll be dancing in no time."
Abby pulled the car to the side of the road and the police car followed.
She rolled down the window as the officer approached. He approached
cautiously, finally relaxing when he noticed that the driver was a
woman. He walked up to the car door and looked at Abby. He had to stand
back a bit to see into our low profile sports car. It was difficult to
make out the officer's features. His black skin and black uniform made
him nearly invisible in the moonless night. It was clear, however, that
the officer was a very large man.
The officer asked Abby for her driver's license and she handed it over.
He looked at the license then leaned over to get a better look at Abby.
I could tell from his expression that he was impressed with her. The
growing bulge in his pants was a further indication. His eyes lingered
on her substantial cleavage. He sniffed at the air then asked if my wife
had been drinking. Abby nervously explained that she had had just a
little wine with dinner.
The officer told Abby that he had clocked her going thirteen miles per
hour over the speed limit. Before she could say another word, he asked
her to step out of the car. Abby asked him why. He informed her that it
was standard procedure for potential 'DWI' cases. Abby tried to assure
the officer that she was not drunk. She told him that we had been
talking and she lost track of her speed. The officer was not persuaded.
He asked Abby again to step out of the car. I suspected that he just
wanted to get a better look at Abby's body.
The officer stepped away as Abby opened the car door. She held the hem
of her dress as best she could and swung her legs around. Abby released
her skirt and used her hand to brace against the car seat. The hem of
Abby's skirt slid up her leg as she quickly pulled herself to a standing
position. She immediately pulled her skirt down but it was too late.
Abby's quick movements getting out of the car had caused the elastic
material of her skirt to slide high on her hips exposing her bush in the
process.
The officer's eyes got wide when Abby bounced out of the car. He first
noticed her large breasts jiggling in the tight dress. He then spotted
the dark hair between her legs before she pulled down her skirt. The
officer's excitement gave way to seriousness. He accused Abby of using
her body in an attempt to avoid a citation. Abby tried to convince the
officer that it was an accident and that the dress was new. She
explained that she had worn it for me for our night out.
The officer seemed to be satisfied with her explanation. He pointed to
the white line on the edge of the shoulder. He told Abby to walk the
line with her hands out. She gave him a pleading look. He gestured
toward the line. Reluctantly, Abby began to walk the line. Her
nervousness and her new high heals caused her to falter. As Abby fell,
the officer grabbed her to break her fall. He managed to get a hand full
of Abby's tit as he helped her up. Once again, Abby's skirt slid up her
legs exposing her pussy.
The officer told Abby that he would have to take her to the station,
charged with 'DWI'. I got out of the car and asked the officer if that
was necessary. I tried to explain that Abby was not drunk. I told him
about her new outfit and how she was just getting used to it. The
officer seemed to ignore my words. Abby pleaded with the officer. She
explained how she couldn't afford bail and didn't want to spend the
night in jail.
The officer told us to get in the car. He went back to the squad car and
called in the case. We sat in car totally depressed. I told Abby I was
sorry for getting her into this. She was near tears. She told me that
she would die if she had to spend the night in jail. I told her we would
get the money to bail her out.
The officer got out of the squad car and walked to Abby's window. He
told Abby that she would be charged with 'DWI' and for attempting to
bribe a police officer with sex. Both of us were astonished at the last
charge. It was completely out of character for my sweet wife to offer
herself for sex with another man, especially a police officer on duty.
We both politely told the officer that he was wrong about the bribery
charge. He ignored our pleading, suggesting that saying more would only
make it worse.
The officer proceeded to tell Abby the penalties for bribery. Abby was
in tears. When the officer was finished with the litany, he offered Abby
an alternative. I could not believe what he said. The officer said that
he would forget all the charges if Abby would have sex with him. I
couldn't believe it. How could he ask her to do something like that? I
was surprised he would suggest such a thing with me there. I let the
officer have it. I threatened to go to the police, bring a law suit and
go to the press if he continued this blackmail.
The officer looked at me calmly as I had my tirade. When I finished, he
pulled a small plastic bag from his pocket. The bag appeared to have a
white powdery substance in it. The officer explained that if we did not
cooperate, he would add narcotic's possession with the intent to
distribute to the charges. He made it clear that we would both be
charged. I dropped my head in frustration. What a nightmare this
evening had become.
I looked at the officer and asked, "Why are you doing this to us?" He
replied evenly, "I like your wife. Its been a while since I've had a
woman. Your wife is about the best looking piece of ass I've seen in a
long time. Hell, look at her." We both looked at Abby. She looked down
ashamed as he continued, "Her tits beg to be released from that skimpy
dress. She can't bend over or get out of a car without flashing her
cunt. And her shoes, only a whore wears heels that high..." I
interrupted, "I told you we are celebrating her losing a lot of weight.
The outfit was my idea. If she wanted to get anyone excited it was me,
not you."
The officer countered, "I'm sorry my friend. Your wife has gotten my
attention whether you like it or not and I plan to put her hot sexy body
to good use." He paused, then added, "You know, I think she's warming up
to the idea." I look at him with surprise and asked, "What do you mean
by that?" He gestured toward my wife's legs. I looked down and noticed a
stream of moisture glistening on Abby's thigh. The moisture was
undoubtedly leaking from her pussy. I looked back up Abby's body and
noticed two large protrusions caused by her rock hard nipples. I looked
at Abby's flushed face with a questioning look. Her expression answered
for her. Abby turned away, blushing. I asked, "You want him to have sex
with you?" Abby didn't answer. I couldn't believe it. No answer was as
good as a 'YES.'
Abby kept her eyes from both of us. The officer said, "Isn't it true,
baby? Your itching to feel my big hard cock buried in your cunt." I saw
my wife tremble with the officer's words. Abby's breathing was heavier
now. The officer continued, "Tell me, baby. You want to fuck Officer
Brown's big black cock?" Abby's head nodded almost imperceptibly. The
officer looked at me and shrugged, "There you have it. The lady wants me
to fuck her." He turned back to Abby and said, "Go get in the squad car,
baby." She immediately left us and walked to the squad car, her butt
wiggling sexily. She never even glanced in my direction. She opened the
door and got in the front seat. I watched in awe as my once devoted wife
made her choice. She had accepted the officer's ultimatum. I wondered if
the blackmail was really necessary. She was obviously in a state of
arousal.
Officer Brown watched my wife with appreciation as she made the trip to
the squad car. He said, "Is that a 'Fuck Bunny' or what? I'm gonna have
one fine time with that body." He turned to me and said, "If you like,
you can follow me and watch your wife get nasty or you can go on home.
I'll see to it that she gets home safe." I asked, "What makes you think
she'll get nasty?" Officer Brown smiled and said, "I know her type. Once
she gets going, she'll do anything. The quiet shy types are usually that
way. You must not be giving it to her, enough. She wouldn't have gotten
in the squad car unless she was looking for some satisfaction." I told
Officer Brown that I would follow him.
I watched as the officer walked back to the squad car. I got in and
started up the car. I glanced in the rear view mirror and saw the
officer talking to my wife. Suddenly, Abby moved toward the officer and
then disappeared below the dashboard. A chill ran down my spine as I
realized that my wife was giving the man head. My sweet wife was sucking
on the officer's black cock. I was surprised to find that disgust was
not what I was feeling. I was aching to see her take his cock to the
root. I was painfully aware that Abby was doing for this stranger what
she had always refused to do for me. After a minute or so the squad car
pulled onto the road and I followed.
We hadn't gone far when the squad car pulled into the parking lot of a
warehouse. I followed the squad car around back, out of site of the
road. The officer stopped the car next to the warehouse and shut it off.
Only then did Abby's head appear above the seat. I was thankful for the
flood light that illuminated the parking lot enough to see a fair amount
of detail. Officer Brown fumbled with something then got out of the
squad car. He walked up a short flight of stairs to a door that he was
able to open. He motioned for Abby to join him.
Continued in Part 2.
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