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.
“Do you think he suspects?”
“He thinks we’re really strong to resist temptation,” she said.
“What if he finds out?” he asked.
“Do like the criminals do. Never admit anything,” she said with a grin.
I had caught my wife fucking her policeman partner, watched them have passionate sex and heard things from her that stunned me, but the most amazing thing about it all was that it aroused me more than pissed me off. The cliche’ had come true. Their being together so much five days a week had brought them to an intimacy that was predictable, maybe even inevitable.
She listened to him complain about a wife who didn’t give him the affection and understanding that he needed it, and God knows what she shared with him about us. However, whatever it was it brought them together. She provided what he needed and he fills needs she had. I was angry at her, but I understood and even spent a good deal of time imagining their lovemaking.
One morning it all came to a head when she came in at 6 in the morning. I had left the patio window at his brother’s house at 1 am, watching as usual as they fucked and sucked and made out like newlyweds on the unmade bed, so unless they were called back to fight crime after that time they had not left the bed.
“Hard night?”
“Lots going on tonight,” she said as she stepped out of her uniform. It did not escape my noticing that she had no panties on and I watched her fold her pants and place them on a hanger.
“Any of it happen at 237 Dillard?” I asked. She straightened up and turned, dropping the pants on the floor. She started to deny she knew the address, but she had spent many nights there over the past few months, fucked her partner in his brother’s bed at that address, and knew I had to know everything. “Is this where you just don’t admit anything?” I said, “or can we get passed that shit and decide what we want to do?”
She literally collapsed into the chair near the closet and her eyes began to tear up. “Here’s the thing,” I said, “we’re all adults and if you really like fucking your partner, then we need to come to some decisions. You could keep on without telling Sally and see if we can make it work. We can break up and let you two have all the time together you need, or we can let his wife know and see what happens when the department finds out you two have been fucking on the time clock.”
“We never… ” she said, then stopped, realizing it would not help to deny it. On the clock or not, at least it was certain they had fucked and often. “Sorry. We just… ”
“I don’t care why,” I broke in. “Don’t even care that your partner has fucked my wife more than I have for the last few months. Many told me men and women can’t be partners because they would be fucking eventually, and I don’t even care that they were right. What I do care about is that I still love you and I want our marriage to continue unless you don’t. If you don’t, I’ll give you the divorce you want and you can fuck him day and night, whenever you want. If that happens, you won’t be partners, and the department will not like to news to get out that two of Seattle’s finest were fucking while the city went to hell.
“When he asked you if I suspected anything, I did.” Realizing I must have been spying on them, righteous indignation began to boil up within her and her expression turned livid.
“You watched?” she gasped.
“I did. Even got turned on by seeing things you don’t even do with me. Watched a lot, actually, saw you let him come in your mouth, lick your anus, actually liked that, but ask yourself, is watching my wife fuck her partner as heinous as the infidelity I witnessed? Which is worse? I even got to see the two of you make out in the squad car once. Pretty hot, really, but I don’t expect it was the only time.
“Look, I love you”, I said. “I don’t want to lose you, even if you like fucking your partner. What I don’t want you to do is promise you’ll stop screwing Craig, because you like doing it. That has been evident. I want you to tell me if you still want to be married to me.” She nodded, woefully. “I can live with you having an affair with your partner. What I can’t live with is you being forced to be married to me out of guilt.”