COPping a Feel

7/28/2006

I got home about 5:30 on a hot summer day in early July. I could
hear my wife, Laura, upstairs fiddling around as I walked
into the kitchen to grab a beer. We have an older house, and
the floors creek whenever there's movement.

"Hi, honey, I'm home, " I called as I grabbed
the newspaper and sat down in the living room to catch up
on the afternoon news. It wasn't long before Laura
came downstairs and said hello. She was still dressed for
work, short skirt that stopped just above her knee and a
white silk blouse with the top two buttons undone so that
her chest was visible just above her bountiful breasts.
She sat down on the couch across the room from me.

She asked how my day was, and I did the same. It was the usual
small talk at the end of the work day. Laura seemed to be fidgeting
with her skirt a little, and she kept crossing and uncrossing
her legs as if she was nervous about something. I paid it
no mind. This was not unusual for her. If there was something
she wanted to ask me, she would get to it in time. I merely
read my paper and waited for whatever wild request was coming.

Before she could say anything else, however, the doorbell
rang. She seemed as surprised as I was when we both looked
up and caught each other's eyes. We didn't typically
get many visitors in our neighborhood, especially with
the busy schedules we both maintained.

"I'll get it, " she said as she got up and
went to the front door. I went back to my paper and kept an
ear open towards the front to hear who was calling. When
I heard Laura say, "Come in officer out of the heat, "
I looked up to see a lone female police officer enter the
house. She was about the same height as Laura, with golden
blonde hair pulled up in a bun compared with Laura's
jet black hair that hung down around her shoulders.

"This is my husband, Jim, " Laura said as the
two women came into the living room. "This is Officer
Perkins. She says she wants to talk to us about some robberies
in the neighborhood."

This was certainly news to me. I hadn't read about any
such robberies in the newspaper, and I certainly hadn't
noticed any funny business going on. I motioned to Officer
Perkins to have a seat in the chair adjacent to me. She sat
down, and Laura repositioned herself on the couch across
from us. Again, she fidgeted with her skirt and crossed
her legs.

It was a fairly brief conversation. Officer Perkins explained
there'd been some reports from the neighborhood about
items being stolen from porches and sheds. She asked if
we'd seen or heard anything and told us to keep an eye
out for anything unusual. As she spoke she looked from Laura
to me and then back to Laura more than once. This seemed odd
to me, but I figured it was just some form of cop diligence.
When she stood, both Laura and I walked her to the front door.

As she was about to leave she paused and turned back towards
Laura and me. I was standing next to the staircase, a spiraling
staircase with a strong wooden bannister that wound up
the left side. At the bottom was a strong wooden post followed
by smaller spindles connected the handrail to the floor
going all the way up. If I'd only known the position
I'd put myself in . . . .

Once again, she looked from Laura to me, and then she asked
to see my hands.

"Why?" I asked.

"Just routine curiosity, " she replied.

I brought my hands from my pockets and showed them to her.
What happened next I never saw coming. She was incredibly
quick and strong for her size, and in an instant, I found
my hands behind my back and cuffed around the banister.

"What's the meaning of this?" I demanded.

Her nightstick was in my face immediately. "Just
be quiet, " was all she said. It wasn't a request.

She turned to Laura who was visibly shaken. No doubt she
was as surprised by this turn of events as I was, and she obviously
didn't know what to say or do. "Miss, if you would
please, place your hands on the wall."

Laura did so without a word and barely a glimpse in my direction.
She turned toward the wall and placed her hands on it about
head high. Officer Perkins began to frisk her. She started
with her arms and moved down to her sides. I saw her hands
disappear around the front of Laura's chest. I could've
sworn I heard a small sigh, but then her hands were moving
down across her hips and down her legs.

"Turn around, " she commanded, not viciously,
but definitely a command. "Hands behind your head."

As Laura turned around a put her hands behind her head, I
noticed that the movement pushed her breasts up and out
a little. Her breasts were not freakishly large, but they
were certainly not small, and with her hands behind her
head only a fool would not be able to notice that she had really
nice tits. I was surprised how noticeable her nipples were
from under her silk blouse. Things were happening so fast
though, I barely had time to process that information.

Again, Officer Perkins frisked Laura. This time I could
see her hands move across Laura's ample chest. Laura's
eyes closed briefly and her breath caught a bit, but the
hands moved on quickly. This time when she got to the waist,
the officer knelt down and touched Laura's ankle.
With her right hand she moved up Laura's left leg, and
to my shock, up her skirt. The hand kept going up her thigh
until it stopped at what had to be Laura's pussy. Laura's
breath had quickened and she looked at Officer Perkins
with a hint of fear in her eyes.

"Just as I suspected, " the officer said matter-of-factly.
"No panties."

"No panties?" I blurted incredulously. This
was certainly unusual. Now my mind was racing, but Officer
Perkins merely shot me a heated look. Her hand never moved
from under Laura's skirt. Her attention turned back
to my wife.

"What time did you get home this evening?" she
asked Laura. I thought I saw her hand move slightly.

"Uh, about 5, " Laura breathed. I could've
sworn she was uncomfortable, but her nipples seemed to
be getting bigger under her blouse.

"And your husband?"

"5:30, " she paused. "Ma'am."

Officer Perkins smiled. Her hand was definitely moving
now, rythmically under Laura's skirt.

"And how many times have you flashed your husband
since he's been home?"

"I don't know, several times."

"The first thing I noticed when you answered the door
were your nipples poking from your blouse, " Officer
Perkins began. As she spoke her left hand began unbuttoning
Laura's blouse one at a time, very slowly. "Then
as we sat in the living room I saw your pussy when you crossed
your legs. Yet only moments ago, he was surprised to learn
you had no panties on." Another button was undone.
Only two remaining. The silk fabric only barely covered
her breasts at this point. She moved closer to Laura's
ear. "So you come home from work, you had a hard day,
and you're horny as hell. You know your husband will
be home soon, so you take off your bra and panties and when
he gets here you give him every opportunity to see, yet he
doesn't notice."

Laura merely nodded in agreement. She was struggling on
the inside, I could tell. Her breathing had quickened as
the movement between her legs had quickened, but the fear
in her eyes had also risen as her blouse was unbuttoned.
Now Office Perkins was whispering in her ear and fingering
her. It was then that I noticed my cock was as hard as a rock.

Officer Perkins took her hand a softly moved Laura's
head to face hers. Her right hand was still moving under
her skirt.

"You wanted fucked, and he didn't even notice."

"Yes, " it was barely audible.

At this point, Officer Perkins closed her eyes and leaned
into Laura slowly. Her lips brushed up against Laura's.
My wife's eyes were wide open, but her lips didn't
move as Officer Perkins started to kiss her softly. She
took Laura's bottom lip in her mouth and suckled it
softly and then did the same with the top lip. As Laura didn't
reciprocate, I noticed Officer Perkins hand had started
to slow. She opened her eyes and locked gazes with my wife,
their lips still barely touching.

She started to remove her hand from under Laura's skirt.
I could tell there was a battle raging inside my wife. She
was obviously turned on, but at the same time mortified
by what was happening. I was thinking she must be relieved
that Officer Perkins was about to stop fondling her. But
just at the moment when Officer Perkin's hand came
out from under the skirt everything changed. Laura closed
her eyes and leaned into the kiss. Softly at first, then
passionately, hungrily. Soon both tongues were out licking
each other, then they were back in their mouths and kissing
passionately.

Officer Perkins wasted no time removing Laura's blouse
and freeing her fabulous breasts. Her nipples were thick
and hard. The skirt hit the floor next and Laura was completely
naked in the entryway, looking feverishly hot. She was
trim and toned, mid-twenties, so her large breasts still
had a little bounce to them. Her flat stomach was darkly
tanned with a belly ring and a rose tattoo just above where
her panty line would be. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, with
a small triangle of black pubic hair pointing the way.

Officer Perkins lips moved down to Laura's next and
then to her chest. She had both hands on Laura's ample
bosom and her mouth sucked on each nipple in turn. Laura
had lost all control. She was moaning loudly now. Her hands
had fallen to her sides, and now she was fingering herself,
completely lost in the moment. Officer Perkins next grabbed
her wrists and put Laura's arms around her own neck.
They stood face to face and kissed once again. The officer's
hands were now around my wife's firm ass, squeezing
the cheeks. To my utter amazement, Laura's hands started
undoing the buttons on Officer Perkins uniform. Not for
the first time, I noticed the second beauty in the entryway.

Officer Perkins was exqusitely toned, with a rock hard
athletic body. Her breasts were smaller than Laura's,
but the nipples were just as hard. Laura took a nipple in
her mouth as she undid the officer's belt and unbuttoned
her pants. Her ass was even tighter and more toned than Laura's,
which I hadn't thought possible. She was deeply tanned
as well and completely shaved.

The sight of my wife's hands slowly moving the pants
down over another woman's hips was nearly more than
I could stand. My cock was throbbing for attention, but
with my hands cuffed behind my back there was nothing I could
do. It was severe torture.

While my cock is throbbing, and my mind is trying to come
to grips with what's happening, Officer Perkins is
laying my wife on the ground and spreading her legs. Her
beautiful blonde head is bobbing up and down as she works
Laura's pussy with her tongue. Laura put her hands
over her eyes and screamed loudly. Her hips bucked up and
down with the tongueing she was receiving. Officer Perkins
inserts one then two fingers into Laura's pussy while
her tongue strokes the clit. This sets Laura off into the
first of her orgasms. She's screaming wildly now and
her hand grabs the back of the officer's head and shoves
it deeper into her pussy. Perkins never stopped licking.

She brought her fingers out of Laura's pussy and began
rubbing her other hole. To my amazement, Laura's legs
spread wider. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
Perkins then used her hands to push Laura's legs back,
bringing her ass into the air. She then buried her tongue
in my wife's asshole.

"OH MY GOD!!!" Laura exclaimed. "That
feels so FUCKING GOOD!! Oh, God, lick my ass, yes, yes."

At this point Laura had her hands on her own ankles holding
her legs up, so Officer Perkins could seriously tongue-fuck
her ass. Perkins hand was back on Laura's clit and another
orgasm soon shook her to the core. This one appeared to be
stronger than the first. When it was over, Perkins mouth
was back on Laura's clit, and her own hand was moving
between her own legs. Now the Laura I knew was gone. She picked
Perkins head up with her hands and kissed her once again.
Now, Laura's hands began to explore the other woman's
body. She licked and sucked her nipples and squeezed her
tight ass. Officer Perkins began to purr.

Next Perkins stood up and came to the stairway. She motioned
Laura to follow. She climbed the stairs on her hands and
knees until ther ass was inches from where I was cuffed in
place. She put one leg up on one step and had her knee on another
down below, exposing her glistening, shaved pussy where
I could see it perfectly. She was so close I could smell the
sweet smell of her sex. It was intoxicating. If I could only
touch my cock I could cum.

"Taste me, " was all she said, and Laura did
not waste any time arguing. She came up behind the officer
a licked cautiously at first, but quickly got into as if
she'd been doing it her whole life. The officer was
moaning now as my wife licked and sucked her clit just inches
from my face. Laura's hands were on her ass cheeks while
she licked squeezing in a circular motion while her tongue
went from probing deeply into pussy to flicking the clit
quickly. Officer Perkins was breathing fast now, rocking
back and forth. Laura began taking long licks from the clit
to the inner wall of the pussy and back, her tongue traveling
the length of Perkins juicy pussy.

"I know you want to, " Perkins hissed. "Just
do it."

I didn't know what the hell she was talking about, but
it hardly mattered to me. This was the single, most erotic
thing I'd ever seen, my wife's tongue, buried
in another woman's snatch licking like there was no
tomorrow.

"Do I have to beg?" she hissed again. "Please.
Oh God, Please, please, please. Lick my ass."

As soon as the words left her lips Laura's tongue was
buried in her asshole and her fingers were on her clit. As
Laura licked Officer Perkins beautiful tight ass I witnessed
the most intense orgasm from a woman that I have ever seen.
She screamed, she writhed and cursed, juices flowed from
her pussy and dripped down my wife's arm and onto the
staircase. Laura never stopped moving her tongue or her
fingers. This must have went on for a full two minutes until
finally Officer Perkins slumped to the floor right there
on the staircase. After a moment to catch her breath, she
again kissed Laura softly on the lips, and then got up and
started dressing. Laura sat next to me, not noticing me,
but staring at Officer Perkins.

"The question is, " Officer Perkins began
as she tucked in her shirt and repositioned her belt, "is
what to do with this." Upon saying this she came over,
undid my belt and dropped my pants to the floor. My extremely
stiff cock was bared for all to see, the tip already wet with
pre-cum aching for attention.

She handed Laura the key to the handcuffs.

"I'm late to clock out, " she said. "I've
got to get back to the station. I'll leave it up to you.
Personally, I don't think he's suffered enough
yet. If you want to take care of him, it's your call.
However, I'll be back in an hour or so for the cuffs.
If you think he needs a little more torture, I will be more
than happy to oblige.

It's completely up to you, sweetie."

(Any Suggestions)

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