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Subject: Cop's Wife (M/F, con, cheat)
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I wrote this story.
Melvin didn't want to do this job.  His partner, and best friend, Officer
Sam Erman, had been shot and was in emergency surgery.  Officer Melvin
Sands and Sam had been best friends in high school, had attended the police
academy together, and had worked the streets as partners for five years. 
Now, with Sam in the hospital it became Melvin's job to break the news to
Sam's wife, Jenette.
	Melvin pulled the squad car into the Erman's darkened driveway. 
It was just after midnight and the house was dark.  Damn, Melvin thought, I
wish this could wait until morning, maybe wait until after I've downed a
few bourbon-and-sodas.  He checked off the air and turned off his portable
radio.  He knocked softly on the Erman's door, hoping that Jenette didn't
answer.
After a minute he saw light from inside the living room window, then the
door opened a crack.
"Why, Mel!  What are you doing here?"  Jenette asked sleepily, absently
brushing a long strand of blond hair from her face.
"Jen, I have to talk with you.  May I come in?"
"Uh, sure.  I guess," she said, slowly opening the door.  Melvin noted
that she was wearing a sheer silk bathrobe that she demurely held closed
with one hand.  Her firm, large breasts jutted out from her thin chest like
twin torpedoes and her erect nipples cause a stirring in Melvin's shorts. 
He tried to avert his eyes, tried to forget how attracted he had always
been to Jenette and how he had stood by Sam's side at their wedding as the
best man while all the time wishing it were he that would be spending the
wedding night with the cute little blond.
"Is something...wrong?"  Her voice shocked Melvin out of his reverie.
"It's Sam.  He's been...shot," he said gravely.
	Jenette's full lower lip began to quiver, her eyes wide in
surprise and shock.  She hung her head, her narrow shoulders twitching. 
Her palm went to her chest, helping to define her tits through the gossamer
material of her robe.
	Melvin sat on a bar stool, letting his words sink in.  He spread
his feet and stared at the floor between them.
"Is it...bad?" she managed between gentle sobs.
"I really don't know.  It looked like a chest shot.  He's in surgery now. 
I can take you to the hospital when you are ready," he said soberly.
"Oh, Mel!"  Jenette flung her arms around Melvin's neck and cried openly
into his strong shoulder.  His arms automatically encircled his friend's
wife.  Her beltless robe now hung open and he could feel her breasts
pressed tightly against his uniform shirt.  His hips were wedged between
his muscular thighs and he sobs caused her pelvis to rub against his
crotch.  His cock began to unwind in his shorts and he feared that Jenette
would feel his arousal.  He patted the back of her head and said, "There,
there, Jen.  I'm sure everything will be alright."
	Her perfume was intoxicating Melvin.  He kissed her gently,
fatherly, on the side of her head.  His hand on her narrow waist began to
slip slowly down the swell of her ass.
"I feel so guilty now," Jenette sobbed.
"Guilty?  Why?" Melvin asked with genuine concern.
"Sam wanted to have a baby.  I said the time wasn't right.  Now, he may
die without every having a son.  It was so important to him."
	Melvin's hand slowly rubbed up and down on one cheek of her firm
ass.  He couldn't feel any pantie lines and he imagined her bush must be
rubbing against his throbbing crotch.  He looked to his right and saw their
reflection in the glass door of the oven.  He could see a bare tit pressed
tightly to his chest and her flat belly jerking with her sobs.
"Well, you'll have plenty of time, I guess, later, for children..." he
offered weakly.
"No.  I just know it.  Sam's going to die.  Cops always die.  I'll be
sitting there at his funeral all alone."
"I'll be there with you, Jen," he murmured.
"Oh, Mel.  You have always been such a good friend!"  She drew off his
shoulder, her eyes already red and swollen, and kissed him on the cheek. 
Now that she had pulled away from his chest slightly Melvin's eyes went to
her chest.  He could see where his buttons had made little impressions on
her milky-white bosom.  He marveled at how pink and puffy her areolas were.
	Suddenly aware of her exposure Jenette pulled her robe over her
heaving boobs and blushed deeply.
"I'm sorry!" she offered.
"It's okay, Jen."
	She became aware of Melvin's obvious state of arousal.  She pulled
her belly into his crotch and for the first time felt his burgeoning hard
on.  She meant to pull away in shame and anger, but his hard cock felt
somehow friendly, reassuring.  She pressed into it with more force and was
shocked at this obvious act of betrayal of her body over her mind.  Her
labia had developed a nervous twitch and she could feel herself getting
damp.  She let her palms rest on his wide thighs and leaned forward, her
heavy breasts exposed and swinging from side to side slightly.  She kissed
Melvin deeply, hungerly on the lips.  Melvin's hands slipped inside her
robe and cupped her shapely ass with both hands.  He kneaded her cheeks and
let the tips of  his little fingers play over her anus.  Jenette cooed and
bit his lower lip hard.
"I should be getting ready to go to the hospital", she said as she humped
her belly against his swollen, throbbing cock.
"Yes," Melvin whispered as he nibbled her neck and ear. 
"I suppose Sam will be in surgery for some time," Jenette murmured,
letting the heel of her hand massage Melvin's bulge.
"I imagine he will be," Melvin said, gathering her robe in his fists at
her ass and pulling it off her shoulders.
As she unbuckled his Sam Browne belt and let it fall to the kitchen floor
with a dull thud she said, "I don't know what I'll do if he dies.  He's my
whole life!"
"And my best friend," Melvin added, tossing her robe to one side.
	Jenette dragged her hard nipples down Melvin's chest until she was
face level with his crotch.  She saw the dark stain of his spooge on the
front of his Navy blue trousers.  Melvin oozed just like Sam did, she thought.
	Locking Melvin's eyes with her own, she slowly undid his trousers
and zipped them down.  His jockey shorts were tented obscenely.  Jenette
smiled wickedly and tugged them down.  His hard, straight cock shot out
almost hitting the lithe woman in the face.  She jerked with her surprise. 
Melvin sure has a whopper, she thought.  Much bigger than Sam.  She tested
it with her finger tips and found it hard and hot.  It rose some eight
inches from a thick jungle of brown pubic hairs.  Below it hung two
egg-sized balls that churned and writhed in their tight sac.
"I may never get to do this to Sam again," she said, running the tip of
her tongue along the underside of his pulsating member.
"...Or this...," she said, tracing a small circle around the purple head.
"...Or this..," plopping the oversized head into her hot, wet mouth.
	Jenette worked her head from side-to-side and in a corkscrew
fashion on Melvin's organ.  His head swirled.  She had always seemed so
proper, so innocent.  She was sucking his cock like a porn star.  He
couldn't believe what was happening.  All the times he had jacked off alone
in his apartment thinking of his best friend's wife and now here she was,
expertly sucking him off.
	Finally, no longer able to hold back his approaching orgasm,
Melvin pulled her head off his jerking penis.  He tried to stifle the
impulse to jet out the contents of his swollen balls into her sweet mouth. 
He gritted his teeth and clench his eyes, concentrating on stopping his
orgasm.  His balls rebelled, punishing him for not letting them jettison
the lava that boiled in them.  He was successful, the urge to cum passed,
but not before one mighty jet escaped his swaying cock.
	Melvin relaxed and opened his eyes.  His shot had caught Jenette
full on the forehead and now meandered down her face to her chin.  It
bridged her parted lips and she smiled up at the sweaty officer.  The tip
of her tongue traced a line around her lips, gathering the thick white caviar.
"Can you drive me?" Jenette asked innocently.
"Uh?  Now?  Sure, I guess," Melvin said, his disappointment evident in
this voice.  But when Jenette turned around and leaned on the Erman's
dinning room table with her elbows and said, "Ok, then DRIVE ME," he relaxed.
	She arched her back so that her mons was presented to her
husband's partner.  Melvin was surprised at how hairy her cunt was.  It
wasn't one of those sloppy hairy cunts, but it had a well-defined thick
bush of almost-white cunt hair. The pink envelope of her pussy lips showed
through the mat. Looking over her shoulder at Melvin she wiggled her butt
from side to side and smiled like a mischievous child.
	His trousers crumpled around his ankles, Melvin hopped up behind
Jenette and held her butt still.  He guided his spit-slickened tube toward
her gash.  Jenette reached between her legs and spread her swollen pussy
lips for him and helped his aim.  She was agonizingly tight.  She moaned
loudly and tilted her head heavenward as his cock sank into her warmth.
選 hate to be getting into Sam's stuff," Melvin said without conviction,
his balls pressing against her cunt edges.
"You passed Sam's stuff three inches ago, Mel," Jenette hissed.
	Locking his wide hands around her narrow waist Melvin began some
long, leisurely strokes.  He wanted to give her time to adjust to his
girth.  Jenette raised on her toes to better the angle on her vagina.  Then
she saw the framed photo of her and Sam on their wedding day on the table
inches from her nose.  She picked up the photo and with tears streaming
down her cheeks said, "Oh, Sam!  Why did this have to happen now?!"  Then
she laid the picture face down on the table.
	Jenette had never felt so stuffed with cock before.  This was what
her pussy was designed for, to be hammered by some horse-hung stud.  The
thick, course hairs of his hard balls tickled her clitty with each stroke.
The huge, blood-filled rod pistoned in and out of her quim with such
regularity that her climax was fast approaching.  The force of his thrusts
pushed the hoydenish blond off the flood and onto her belly on the table. 
The place settings shattered to the floor unnoticed.  Melvin had to follow
Janette onto the table, his knees on either side of her legs, and he
continued to hammer her as if trying to drive her into the table top. 
Janette kept her rear turned upward to better take his strokes and she
gathered the table clothe in her mouth to muffle her screams of ecstasy.
"Oh, Shit!  I'm comming, Sam!  I'm comming!!!" she wailed, spittle flying
from her gritted teeth.
"I'm comming too, Sam!" Melvin grunted, as his massive cock spit jet after
jet of sizzling white- hot baby batter deep into the writhing girl's belly.
 Janette's own climax exploded in her cunt and radiated out to every
molecule of her being.  She stammered and panted, her eyes clamped shut,
trying to catch her breath.
	At last, Melvin's stiff body relaxed and he collapsed in a heavy,
spent heap on Janette's back.  She reached behind her and gently racked her
long nails on the sides of his hairy ass.  She could feel his organ slowly
deflating, shrinking in her abused vagina.  She tried to clamp down on it
to prevent it from leaving her body, but it finally plopped free and
drooled on her anus.
"I think we'd better go and see about your husband," Melvin said after
resting upon Janette for almost ten minutes.
"Who?  Oh, yeah.  Poor Sam!" Janette said with a sniffle.  She rose from
the table and ran her hand down her belly, feeling the warmth deep within.
"You know," she said, "I think maybe Sam DID get me pregnant before he was
shot.  I feel life inside me."
	Melvin rolled his eyes upward and gave silent thanks that, at
least generally, he looked like Sam.  Maybe the child could pass as Sam's.
Janette dressed quickly, not wasting time showering, and joined Melvin in
the squad car.
	At the hospital Sam was being wheeled out of surgery.  Janette
gingerly held his hand and wept.  
	The surgeon met with both Melvin and Janette and was all smiles.  
"I think your husband will pull through nicely.  The bullet missed all the
vital organs."
"Oh, thank you!  Thank you!" Janette wept, her mind on a totally different
vital organ, that hanging beneath the belly of her husband's best friend,
Melvin.

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