The world shrank to the strobing blue and red lights filling the car, the bitter taste of my own adrenaline, and the low, guttural curse from my husband, Mark. “Goddammit.” The tires crunched on the gravel shoulder as he pulled over.My heart was a frantic drum against my ribs. I didn’t need to ask. I knew. His license had expired three weeks ago, and we’d both been too busy, too distracted, to fix it. This was going to be bad.The officer’s approach was slow, deliberate. The beam of his flashlight cut through the interior, a white-hot intrusion. It swept over the dash, over Mark’s white-knuckled grip on the wheel, and then it landed on me. It lingered. The light moved on, but his eyes didn’t. I felt them on my skin like a physical touch, a slow, appraising crawl over my legs, my chest, my mouth.Mark was stammering, his voice tight and high. “Officer, I—I know, I’m so sorry, it’s just expired, I was going to get it renewed this week, I swear…”The cop wasn’t listening. He was still looking at me, his gaze a blunt, unmistakable instrument of want. It was the look of a man who saw an opportunity and was already calculating how to take it. A cold, thrilling shiver shot down my spine. An idea.It was insane. It was perfect.I leaned across Mark, my breast pressing against his arm, and fixed the officer with a small, secret smile. My voice was a low whisper, just for him. “Maybe… we can work something out… another way.”Mark’s head snapped toward me, his eyes wide with disbelief. He didn’t speak. He didn’t move to stop me. He just stared, and in the flickering light, I saw it—not just shock, but a dark, hungry curiosity. He wanted to see.The officer’s lips curled into a slow, predatory smirk. His eyes never left mine. “Step out of the car, ma’am.”My pulse thundered in my ears, a wild, roaring sound. I pushed the door open, my legs feeling like water. The night air was cool on my skin. I smoothed my skirt down over my hips, a useless, nervous gesture, and then I did it. I looked right through the windshield at Mark. His face was pale, a mask of stunned silence, but his eyes were locked on me, drinking in every moment.The officer was leaning against the side of his patrol car, his belt already undone, the leatherstrap hanging loose. His stare was intense, owning me already. “You’re a good wife for doing this for him,” he said, his voice a low rumble.A reckless fire lit inside me. I met his gaze, my own smirk matching his. Fuck it. “I just want to taste a bad cop’s dick,” I breathed out, the words filthy and electric in the night air.I dropped to my knees right there on the rough asphalt. The gravel bit into my skin through my stockings, a sharp, grounding pain. My fingers fumbled with his zipper, and then I freed him. His cock was thick, already hard and heavy in my hand, hot against my palm. I didn’t hesitate. I wrapped my lips around the head, tasting salt and pure, unfiltered power.“Mmm…” I moaned, the sound vibrating around him. The taste of him was overwhelming, masculine and stark. I felt his cock twitch on my tongue, a promise of what was to come. I slid my lips down his shaft, taking him deeper, my mouth stretching to fit him. I knew Mark could see everything—the obscene glide of my lips, the spit already making my chin gleam under the flashing lights.“You’re a dirty little thing,” the officer groaned, his voice thick. His hand fisted in my hair, not gentle, and he guided my head down, pushing himself deeper into my throat. I gagged, a soft, choked sound, and drool spilled from the corners of my mouth. I loved it. I loved the loss of control, the raw ownership in his grip. I loved knowing Mark was watching, frozen, while I let this stranger use my mouth like it was made for him.He pulled me up by my hair, a sharp, commanding tug. My scalp tingled. “Let’s use that cunt of yours to make this quick,” he growled, his breath hot on my ear.In one rough motion, he spun me around and bent me over the hood of our car. The metal was shockingly cold against my palms. He shoved my skirt up around my waist, and I felt the cool night air on my ass, on the damp fabric of my panties. He hooked a finger in the side and tugged, and the delicate lace tore with a faint sound. He pushed the material aside, baring me completely.“Oh god,” I gasped, the words ripped from me as his cock slid through my wetness, a hot, blunt pressure at my entrance. My legs shook. I was so ready for him, so fucking wet it was embarrassing. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slick folds, coating himself in me, and the sensation was fucking maddening.I turned my head, my cheek pressed against the cool hood, and I locked eyes with Mark through the glass. He was gripping the steering wheel like he wanted to break it, his face flushed a deep, furious red. He was completely powerless, and the knowledge of that sent a vicious thrill through me. I moaned, loud and desperate, and arched my back, pushing my ass against the officer, giving my husband a perfect, humiliating view of another man’s cock poised to fuck me.The officer’s hips drew back and then he pushed forward, not all the way, just the thick head of his cock pressing insistently against my opening, stretching me, a breath away from being inside. I whimpered, pushing back against him, wanting it, needing that full, deep feeling.He held there, teasing, tormenting us both. “You want it?” he grunted, his body a hard weight against my back.“Yes,” I begged, the word a ragged sigh. “Please.”He thrust, hard, but it was just that, a single, sharp thrust that buried just the head of his cock inside me for a searing second before he pulled all the way back, leaving me empty and aching. I cried out in frustration.He did it again, another shallow, punishing tease, the tip of him stretching my entrance exquisitely. I was panting, my whole body trembling on the edge. Fuck, just fuck me already. I was so close to coming just from this, from the sheer fucking tension of it.I looked back at Mark. His eyes were black with want, his jaw clenched so tight I thought it might crack. He was rock hard; I could see the thick outline of his dick straining against his jeans. He was hating this. He was loving every second of it.The officer leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, his mouth at my ear. “Next time, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice rough with a promise that felt like a threat. “Next time, I won’t stop.” He ground his hips against my ass, his cock sliding through my wetness one last, torturous time. “Now get the fuck out of here.”He stepped back, zipping himself up with a quiet, final sound. I shuddered, my entire body humming with unmet need. I pushed myself off the hood, my legs unsteady. I didn’t look at the officer again. I just pulled my torn panties back into place and smoothed my skirt down, my fingers trembling.I opened the passenger door and slid inside. The interior of the car was dead silent, thick with everything that had just happened. Mark’s hands were still clamped on the wheel, his knuckles white. The bulge in his jeans was undeniable, a stark testament to his conflicted arousal.I leaned close to him, my lips nearly brushing his ear. I could smell the night air on my skin, and the faint, foreign scent of the other man. My voice was a low, smoky whisper, filled with a promise of my own.“Now take me home, Mark… and maybe you’ll get your turn.”

The chapter opens with the couple, the narrator and Mark, getting pulled over by a police officer due to an expired license. The narrator, seeing an opportunity, offers the officer sexual favors to avoid trouble. The officer takes her up on the offer, leading to a sexual encounter on the hood of their car, with Mark watching from inside.

The world shrank to the strobing blue and red lights filling the car, the bitter taste of my own adrenaline, and the low, guttural curse from my husband, Mark. “Goddammit.” The tires crunched on the gravel shoulder as he pulled over.

My heart was a frantic drum against my ribs. I didn’t need to ask. I knew. His license had expired three weeks ago, and we’d both been too busy, too distracted, to fix it. This was going to be bad.

The officer’s approach was slow, deliberate. The beam of his flashlight cut through the interior, a white-hot intrusion. It swept over the dash, over Mark’s white-knuckled grip on the wheel, and then it landed on me. It lingered. The light moved on, but his eyes didn’t. I felt them on my skin like a physical touch, a slow, appraising crawl over my legs, my chest, my mouth.

Mark was stammering, his voice tight and high. “Officer, I—I know, I’m so sorry, it’s just expired, I was going to get it renewed this week, I swear…”

The cop wasn’t listening. He was still looking at me, his gaze a blunt, unmistakable instrument of want. It was the look of a man who saw an opportunity and was already calculating how to take it. A cold, thrilling shiver shot down my spine. _An idea._

It was insane. It was perfect.

I leaned across Mark, my breast pressing against his arm, and fixed the officer with a small, secret smile. My voice was a low whisper, just for him. “Maybe… we can work something out… another way.”

Mark’s head snapped toward me, his eyes wide with disbelief. He didn’t speak. He didn’t move to stop me. He just stared, and in the flickering light, I saw it—not just shock, but a dark, hungry curiosity. _He wanted to see._

The officer’s lips curled into a slow, predatory smirk. His eyes never left mine. “Step out of the car, ma’am.”

My pulse thundered in my ears, a wild, roaring sound. I pushed the door open, my legs feeling like water. The night air was cool on my skin. I smoothed my skirt down over my hips, a useless, nervous gesture, and then I did it. I looked right through the windshield at Mark. His face was pale, a mask of stunned silence, but his eyes were locked on me, drinking in every moment.

The officer was leaning against the side of his patrol car, his belt already undone, the leatherstrap hanging loose. His stare was intense, owning me already. “You’re a good wife for doing this for him,” he said, his voice a low rumble.

A reckless fire lit inside me. I met his gaze, my own smirk matching his. _Fuck it._ “I just want to taste a bad cop’s dick,” I breathed out, the words filthy and electric in the night air.

I dropped to my knees right there on the rough asphalt. The gravel bit into my skin through my stockings, a sharp, grounding pain. My fingers fumbled with his zipper, and then I freed him. His cock was thick, already hard and heavy in my hand, hot against my palm. I didn’t hesitate. I wrapped my lips around the head, tasting salt and pure, unfiltered power.

__“Mmm…”__ I moaned, the sound vibrating around him. The taste of him was overwhelming, masculine and stark. I felt his cock twitch on my tongue, a promise of what was to come. I slid my lips down his shaft, taking him deeper, my mouth stretching to fit him. I knew Mark could see everything—the obscene glide of my lips, the spit already making my chin gleam under the flashing lights.

“You’re a dirty little thing,” the officer groaned, his voice thick. His hand fisted in my hair, not gentle, and he guided my head down, pushing himself deeper into my throat. I gagged, a soft, choked sound, and drool spilled from the corners of my mouth. _I loved it._ I loved the loss of control, the raw ownership in his grip. I loved knowing Mark was watching, frozen, while I let this stranger use my mouth like it was made for him.

He pulled me up by my hair, a sharp, commanding tug. My scalp tingled. “Let’s use that cunt of yours to make this quick,” he growled, his breath hot on my ear.

In one rough motion, he spun me around and bent me over the hood of our car. The metal was shockingly cold against my palms. He shoved my skirt up around my waist, and I felt the cool night air on my ass, on the damp fabric of my panties. He hooked a finger in the side and tugged, and the delicate lace tore with a faint sound. He pushed the material aside, baring me completely.

“Oh god,” I gasped, the words ripped from me as his cock slid through my wetness, a hot, blunt pressure at my entrance. My legs shook. I was so ready for him, so fucking wet it was embarrassing. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slick folds, coating himself in me, and the sensation was fucking maddening.

I turned my head, my cheek pressed against the cool hood, and I locked eyes with Mark through the glass. He was gripping the steering wheel like he wanted to break it, his face flushed a deep, furious red. He was completely powerless, and the knowledge of that sent a vicious thrill through me. I moaned, loud and desperate, and arched my back, pushing my ass against the officer, giving my husband a perfect, humiliating view of another man’s cock poised to fuck me.

The officer’s hips drew back and then he pushed forward, not all the way, just the thick head of his cock pressing insistently against my opening, stretching me, a breath away from being inside. I whimpered, pushing back against him, wanting it, needing that full, deep feeling.

He held there, teasing, tormenting us both. “You want it?” he grunted, his body a hard weight against my back.

“Yes,” I begged, the word a ragged sigh. “Please.”

He thrust, hard, but it was just that, a single, sharp thrust that buried just the head of his cock inside me for a searing second before he pulled all the way back, leaving me empty and aching. I cried out in frustration.

He did it again, another shallow, punishing tease, the tip of him stretching my entrance exquisitely. I was panting, my whole body trembling on the edge. _Fuck, just fuck me already._ I was so close to coming just from this, from the sheer fucking tension of it.

I looked back at Mark. His eyes were black with want, his jaw clenched so tight I thought it might crack. He was rock hard; I could see the thick outline of his dick straining against his jeans. He was hating this. He was loving every second of it.

The officer leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, his mouth at my ear. “Next time, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice rough with a promise that felt like a threat. “Next time, I won’t stop.” He ground his hips against my ass, his cock sliding through my wetness one last, torturous time. “Now get the fuck out of here.”

He stepped back, zipping himself up with a quiet, final sound. I shuddered, my entire body humming with unmet need. I pushed myself off the hood, my legs unsteady. I didn’t look at the officer again. I just pulled my torn panties back into place and smoothed my skirt down, my fingers trembling.

I opened the passenger door and slid inside. The interior of the car was dead silent, thick with everything that had just happened. Mark’s hands were still clamped on the wheel, his knuckles white. The bulge in his jeans was undeniable, a stark testament to his conflicted arousal.

I leaned close to him, my lips nearly brushing his ear. I could smell the night air on my skin, and the faint, foreign scent of the other man. My voice was a low, smoky whisper, filled with a promise of my own.

“Now take me home, Mark… and maybe you’ll get your turn.”

A woman, pulled over by a cop for her husband's expired license, offers herself to the officer to avoid a ticket. The officer accepts, and she performs oral sex on him in front of her husband, who watches in a mix of shock and arousal. The officer then takes her from behind, using her body for his pleasure while her husband looks on, helpless and aroused. Afterward, she returns to the car, leaving her husband with a promise of his own turn.

I used my pussy to bribe a cop while my husband watched

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