My Wife with the Policeman: Part 2 - Sex Stories

My Wife with the Policeman: Part 2

"He is such an idiot! I knew he'd do something stupid tonight!" My wife Christina criticised me on the cab ride back home. "Yeah, it's a very foolish thing to do." James agreed with her, shaking his head. "I'm just so sorry you had to see all that, God, what an idiot!" My wife continued to fume. "Hey it's ok." He comforted her, putting his arm around her shoulder. She looked up at him, her gorgeous green eyes ever so slightly glazed over from a combination of the alcoholic drinks and tears. "I told you, I'll see what I can do to help get him off with just a fine or something." He continued to comfort her. "Thank you, you're a very good guy." She smiled, feeling better. When the taxi finally pulled up at my house, they both got out the car and James paid the driver. Christina couldn't help but notice the thick wad of cash in his wallet as he pulled out the note for the driver. "Keep the change, mate, go get yourself a nice breakfast." He chirped. She looked on, admiring his generosity. "Please, come inside for some coffee." She told him, grabbing his forearm. "Oh no, thank you, I'm sure you just want to go rest your weary head." He smiled at her. "No, I'm wide awake, besides, I could really do with the company." She insisted, moving her hand down into his, gently tugging on it. "Well... Ok, if you insist." He smirked, having charmed his way perfectly into our house. They walked through the door holding hands, as they did, my wife's tummy tingled. She knew deep down where ...

... this was heading but she didn't fret over it. She felt a little wrong at the thought of cheating on me, but she knew she wanted him. She HAD to have him, there was something so irresistible about him that any guilt over cheating on me soon faded away to feelings of excitement. She sat him down on the sofa, and walked to the kitchen that's joint to the living room. "I'll go fix you up a nice coffee." She softly spoke, making sure to sway her gorgeous round bum teasingly as she did, she could feel his eyes burning into her. She smirks from the thrill. She quickly makes 2 cups of coffee, and walks over to him on the sofa. "Here you are, sir." She smiles as she hands him the steaming mug. "Thank you." He takes it and smiles back at her. He's already taken his jacket and shoes off, making himself right at home. They sip their coffees and start to flirt with eachother. The conversation soon turns to handcuffs... "So how good are you at slapping some handcuffs on a naughty suspect?" Christina coyly asks. "Well, I'm pretty good." He chuckles smugly. "I bet you've had lots of practise?" She softly chuckles with him. "That would be telling." He teasingly winks at her. "Do you think you could show me?" She asks, softly biting down on her lower lip, a little nervously. "I don't have my cuffs on me." He sighed. "That's ok, I have a pair in the bedroom." She reveals, her emerald eyes lighting up. "Oh really, well show me, and I'll show you!" He grinned. "Ok, follow me." She grinned like a ...