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.
I left while Craig was still eating her. I wanted to be gone before they came out. When she got home I pretended to be asleep, waking slowly, feigning grogginess. “Paper work?” I said rubbing my eyes.
“Tons of it,” she said stripping off her uniform and getting into her nightgown. I thought I could smell semen, but it could have been my imagination, but I knew her pussy would be pink and rosy, all throughly fucked and eaten.
“How do you guys do it?” I said raising up on one elbow.
She turned like she’d been caught cutting a hole in the prison fence. “What?”
“How do you guys manage these late hours?”
“It’s the job.”
“How do you spend so much time together without getting, you know, really close?”
“It’s the job,” she said. “We’re just friends.
“He is an attractive guy,” I said. “Ever get, you know, tempted?”
“I need to sleep,” she said, working to end any conversation. Turning to the wall, she said, “Good night.”
Craig and Claire didn’t work late for the next few days, but a week later, when she wasn’t home by twelve and got in the car and drove to his brother’s place. Once again the squad car was parked in the drive, and this time I saw no lights on. Going around to the backyard, I found a dim light on in the back bedroom. There were no curtains on the window, since it looked out on the patio, and I could see Claire on her stomach at the end of the bed, her legs spread along the end of the mattress. Craig leaned in from between her legs and had his hands on her hips. He would pull her back towards him, his cock pushing into her each time she moved back, then he would push her away and his dick would pull out of her.
They repeated that for nearly twenty minutes until she turned around on the bed on her stomach and took his wet cock in her hand, licking her own juices from his shaft as well as his spent semen. After some passionate kissing, she turned to her back and reached out to him. He crawled up on the bed, positioned himself between her outstretched legs and guided him to her pussy. His cock had shriveled, but her oral attention had worked him back to a nearly full erection and eventually he was hard enough to slid in again.
Craig was fucking my wife more than I was, and the saving grace was that I was at least able to see him doing it. Her partner had truly become an intimate friend and I became addicted to seeing them fuck.
Three weeks later, on the way to his brother’s place, I spotted the police car parked next to the park with the lights off but a streetlight let me see into the car. Claire and Craig were talking, but regularly would turn and kiss, making out like teenagers. I got out of my car and move around behind a tree that was close enough to let me see in. He belt was undone and his fly unzipped and Craig’s hand was down her pants. Obviously, he was working her pussy with a finger, casually as they talked. She closed her eyes as he brought her close to orgasm, then sighed when he finished. “Thank God for all this paperwork,” she said.