The possibility that she was bonking her workmate gave me fits, night and day, for more time than I had to waste on jealous insecurity. I was jealous of everything he did, every bit of praise she paid him, which was often because he is so damned competent at everything. His marriage was in trouble, so I heard all the things his wife did wrong and how difficult that would be for a “sensitive person like Craig.” She was evil, he a saint. She was disinterested in sex, and–of course–Craig had normal sexual needs and desires.
I think that was the conversation that finally convinced me that Craig was getting his needs filled by someone, most likely his partner, before, during, and probably after work. It killed me to hear and I slept little for months. Finally, I began fantasizing about those needs-filling sessions between Officer Claire and Patrolman Craig. It startled me when it first happened, imagining the visual details of the trysts between my wife and her squad-car colleague.
I stared into the black at the ceiling, then glanced over toward the empty spot in the bed where my wife would be if she hadn’t been working the eleven to seven am shift. What are they doing right now? I thought. Like being told not to think of pink elephants, the image of them fucking in the front seat of the squad car jumped instantly into my head. I saw him pull her panties off, imagined his night-stick hard police cock sliding into her comforting pussy, pictured her lips sliding down his neglected erection.
I sat up in bed, horrified by the thoughts, disgusted by the possibilities. However, I found myself breathing hard from arousal and looked down in horror at the erection that tented the covers. The very thing I feared the most was giving me one hell of a hard-on.
I didn’t wonder if he would be fucking her, I knew it. It was not whether she’d be comforting him for not getting any at home, it was how often and when did they manage it? How long would it take him to whine about his marital situation until she took it as her duty to her partner to ease his pain?
He shared everything with Claire, and it was only natural that they’d turn the corner to physical intimacy. I figured that within six months, probably a whole lot sooner, they’d be partners in every sense.
When I asked Claire what they talk about during those long hours alone in the patrol car at night, all that privacy, all that opportunity, she simply dismissed the topic with a “nothing really.”
I understand enough about wife-speak to know that “nothing really” simply means I don’t want to tell you because you’d get all insecure. I knew Craig would fuck Claire, even figured he was already, and was as close to certain as I could be. I was also pretty sure it would be on a regular basis.
When they started working so many extra hours after the second month, I knew things had begun moving into the physical realm. I even hinted that it wouldn’t be the worse thing, but she turned it around on me, saying that it hurt her to think I didn’t trust her. The old guilt trip, the “you don’t trust me” ploy is a dead give-away, and when she played that card I knew I was right, but by that time I was regularly fantasizing about their squad-car lovemaking. Even enjoying it on that regular basis. After a while I started looking forward to those fantasies.
Their shift at first was until eleven so she got home around midnight. After a week of her getting home close to one, I knew their “friendship” had gone to the next level. I questioned her about it, but she just said “paper work” was the cause or “we had to work late”, nothing specific but not hard to check.
Actually, I began not to care, really, but I wanted to know if she was really having sex with Craig or if it was simply my tortured imagination. If she said, “Craig and I fucked last night after work,” I wanted to say what I had practiced numerous times: Was it good? I kept on fantasizing about him fucking her in the front seat of the car, imagining what they were doing, where they were doing it, and how many times. She didn’t seem to be disinterested in sex, so I figured her affair with Craig was either stimulating her horniness or making her feel too guilty to refuse me. Either way, I began not to care. I actually began to be thankful to Craig for igniting a spark in her that had been out for more time than I cared to think about.
After two months of continuous late hours, I got in the car and drove around at about twelve, looking to see if I could see them somewhere, parked on a dark street with the lights off and the windows steamed up. That probably would be the last thing they’d do, because it was so obvious, but you never know what people will do when they’re horny enough.
In about thirty minutes I remembered that Craig’s brother worked for the force and had a place across town. He worked the eleven to seven shift and on a hunch I drove by his house. There was a squad car in the driveway and one light on in one window of the house.
I parked down the street and walked back to the dimly lighted window. It had full drapes that were closed, but I could see between the curtains near the window sill. There on the floor was my wife on her hands and knees, leaning on her elbows, her ass in the air, her head turned back toward Craig, who knelt behind her with his erection deeply planted in my wife’s pussy.
He was moving his cock in and out very slowly, fucking her casually while they talked. I leaned my ear close to the window. “She doesn’t ever let you have any?” my wife was saying.
“We haven’t had sex for about a year,” he said as he deliberately pushed in and pulled out of my wife’s splayed pussy.
“She is missing something good,” my wife said. “Honey, I’d never refuse your cock. How could she be so dumb?”
I watched them fuck for about an hour, watched her suck his hard on, then rearranged the erection that had grown in my pants. I watched him eat her pussy from behind and I thought I was going to come from seeing it. She put her forehead on the floor as he ate her, groaned loud enough for me to hear as he sucked on her clit and swabbed her pussy lips with his tongue.