A Cop, His Wife and Her Best Friend
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She swirled her tongue round and round, teasing him before swallowing him so deep he touched the back of her throat. Sam let out a deep groan.
“Careful, Capri.” Aly laughed. “We need him to last all night.”
Capri let Sam's big cock slide out with a pop, then gave her friend a sheepish look. “Sorry. He just tastes so good.”
“Not to interrupt,” Sam broke in before Aly could speak. “But you can trust me when I say I won't be coming for a while. The chance to sleep with two beautiful women doesn’t come around very often, and I don't plan to waste it.”
Aly grinned. “That's what I wanted to hear.”
Scooting closer, she wrapped her hand around her husband's cock, then closed her lips over the velvety head and swallowed him in one smooth motion. Watching her bob up and down on his length was so captivating Capri almost didn’t want Aly to stop. But when she realized Aly was offering him to her again, she wasn’t about to complain.
Capri mimicked her friend's rhythm, taking Sam deep a few times, then passing him back to Aly, who did the same until it became a game of follow the leader. Aly would use her tongue on the head of Sam's cock, then Capri would imitate it. Aly would take him deep in her throat and hold him there, and Capri would do the same. Well, maybe that wasn't quite true. Capri was more than a little competitive, so when it was her turn, she made every attempt to take Sam's big cock a little deeper than Aly had. It didn’t take long for her friend to notice what she was doing, and then the real competition was on. When Capri handed him off to Aly, her friend swallowed Sam almost all the way to the base of his shaft.
“Hey! That’s not fair,” Capri protested. “You have experience with deep-throating him.”
Aly shrugged, a smile playing about the corners of her lips. “You started it, not me.”
“You’re right. I did.” Capri wiggled closer. “So I should be the one to finish it.”
Capri knew it sounded childish, and she probably would have been embarrassed if she wasn’t so in lust with Sam and his gorgeous cock.
Sam chuckled, glancing at his wife as Capri grabbed his cock. “Something tells me she’s going to give you a run for your money, babe.”
Capri flipped her hair over her shoulder, then made a show of taking a deep breath. Positioning Sam’s cock at the perfect angle, she wrapped her lips around the head and got him nice and wet with her tongue. Then before she could run out of air, she pushed down on his shaft.
Sam let out a low, appreciative growl.
The second the tip touched the back of her throat, she swallowed, taking him even deeper. Not deep enough, though. The sensation of his hard shaft sliding down her throat was so insanely sexy she didn’t want to come up for air. She had to, of course. But once she did, she repeated the motion, this time massaging his balls. No matter what she did, she couldn't take him all the way.
“Is that the best you can do?” Aly teased, nudging her aside. “Let me show you how it’s done.”
“Hold on, hold on.” Sam pulled both of them to their feet. “As much as I’d love to see you two wrestling around on the floor, I think we'll skip it. Let's move onto something a little less competitive, shall we?”
“But it was my turn,” his wife grumbled.
His mouth quirked. “Well, then I suppose you get to go first.”
Sam urged both of them backward until their legs were touching the edge of the bed. He gave them a gentle push so they fell back on it, then dropped to his knees in front of his wife's pussy. Capri eagerly propped herself up on her side to get a good view.
Aly lifted her legs up, spreading them wide and offering her soaking wet pussy to her husband. Sam grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted her to his mouth. Then he slowly and deliberately ran his tongue up her folds to her clit.
Capri had watched men lick her own pussy, of course, but it looked even sexier seeing a guy go down on her friend. Watching Sam's tongue alternate between delving into her moist folds and flicking her clit was so hot that Capri couldn't help but reach down and touch herself.
Sam caught the move. He stopped pleasuring Aly and lifted his head. “You can touch yourself, but if you come without me, that strapping I gave you is going to seem like a series of mild-mannered love taps. Making you come is my job. Got it?”
She never knew being with an authoritative man could be such a turn-on. If he had this kind of effect on every female motorist he stopped, women all over Tampa would speed just to get stopped by him.
“Yes, Officer.” She made slow circles on her clit. “I can touch, but I can’t make myself come.”
“And don't you forget it.” He pinned her with a stern look then went back to licking his wife.
Holding back her orgasm was tougher than Capri thought. Not only had she been thinking sexy thoughts all day, then gotten spanked, but watching Aly get the licking of a lifetime and knowing she was next, was driving her insane. It didn't help that her friend moaned like crazy—Sam obviously knew what the hell he was doing down there.
The simple solution would be to stop touching herself so she wouldn’t come, but she couldn’t.
Aly spread her legs wider, holding them open with her elbows—there were some serious disadvantages to being handcuffed—and closed her eyes as she lost herself in the sensations. A light sheen of sweat covered her body, and her stomach muscles flexed rhythmically. Aly was going to come soon, Capri was sure of it.
She was torn between climaxing with Aly and obeying Sam’s orders. She wouldn’t have minded another spanking, but she was too impatient to feel his tongue on her. She wasn’t sure she could make it through another spanking without going crazy. So, she backed off on her clit and just watched.
Aly tossed back her head, moaning over and over as Sam lapped hungrily at her pussy. If that wasn’t enough to tell Capri her friend was orgasming, the tremors visibly rippling through Aly’s body were. It went on and on until Capri was sure she couldn’t possibly hold off on coming herself. But then, little by little, Aly’s orgasm subsided.
When Sam finally pulled away from her pussy, she curled into a ball with her hands between her legs, gently cupping her sex as spasms passed through her body. Capri bit her lip. Oh yeah, aftershocks like that were the greatest.
Even more eager to experience Sam’s oral talents for herself, she rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide.
Sam chuckled softly as he positioned himself in front of her. “Is that your way of saying you want me to lick your pussy, too?”
She nodded, moaning unintelligibly.
He cupped her ass and dipped his head toward her pussy, then stopped, arching a brow in her direction. “What did you say? I didn't catch that.”
“Yes,” she said, more clearly this time.
His eyes danced. “Yes, what?”
Capri growled in frustration. “Yes. I want you to lick my pussy. Do you want me to beg for it?”
He gave her the most wicked smile she'd ever seen. “Well, now that you mention it…”
Was he kidding? One look at his face said he wasn't.
“Please, Officer. I'm desperately in need of your assistance. Would you please, please lick my pussy?”
Beside her, Aly roused herself enough to giggle. Capri didn’t care if her friend was amused as long as it got her what she wanted.
Eyes like molten chocolate, Sam dipped his mouth to her moistness. Capri sighed. God, yes!
Sam slid his tongue up and down her folds so slowly she thought she might pass out from how excruciatingly pleasurable it felt. She was so crazy hot it wasn't going to take much to make her come. Sam must have known she was close. He kept his touch feather light, just enough to keep her on the edge, but not enough to send her over it.
It was maddening. Frustrated, she threaded her fingers in his silky hair, trying to force him to put more pressure on her clit. But he refused. When she tried again, he lifted his head to frown up at her.
“Aly,” he said. “Can you help out here?”
“Just lie back and enjoy it,” she entreated. “I promise you will.”
Capri silently grumbled. Not like she had much choice.
As Sam went down on her again, she decided her friend was right. It was hard not to enjoy what Sam was doing—even if he wouldn’t let her orgasm. The man was a master at oral sex.
He swirled his tongue around her clit, gradually applying more and more pressure to the sensitive bud as he massaged her well-spanked ass. Doing either one by itself would have had her moaning, but together they were enough to send her into orbit.
Aly bent to put her mouth to Capri’s ear. “You look so sexy lying there with your legs spread wide and Sam on his knees, his face buried in your pussy.”
The husky words sent a shiver through Capri.
“Do you love my husband licking your clit?”
Capri could only moan.
“Do you?” Aly demanded.
“Yes,” Capri breathed.
Aly’s lips brushed her ear. “Is he going to make you come hard?”
“Yes.”
“I want to hear you scream when you orgasm.” Aly lifted her head to gaze down at Capri. “That way I’ll know you’re coming hard.”
Aly's words must have gotten to Sam, too, because he started flicking her clit faster.
“Come now, Capri. Come right now,” Aly whispered urgently. “Do it.”
Capri hadn’t thought it possible to orgasm on command, but clearly it was. Pleasure surged through her at Aly’s words, making her cry out.
“That's right,” Aly crooned. “Come all over Sam's tongue.”
Sam licked her until he’d pulled every ounce of pleasure from her. Then he licked her some more.
Capri bucked, trying to twist away from him, but he only tightened his grip on her ass, refusing to let her go. She had no choice but to come for as long as he made her.
When he finally stopped, she rolled onto her side like Aly had done and curled into a ball. Her body quaked with the same aftershocks her friend had experienced. Dear God, she'd never felt post-orgasm tremors like this. She couldn't be sure if it was thanks to the masterful strapping Sam had given her or his amazingly talented tongue. Either way, Aly was one lucky woman.
Gentle fingers brushed her hair back from her face. “You okay, girlfriend?”
Capri rolled onto her back and opened her eyes to see Aly kneeling beside her. “I think so.” Her throat felt raw. Had she screamed that loud? She gave Sam a lazy smile. “That was incredible.”
His mouth edged up. “Glad you enjoyed it.”
She swung her gaze back to Aly. “You get to come that hard all the time?”
“Only when she’s a good girl,” Sam said.
“Which is all the time.” Her friend grinned. “It's one of the benefits of marriage, you know? Great sex whenever you want it.”
Capri pushed herself up into a sitting position. “If that's the case, I don't know how you two aren't flat broke. If I was getting it that good from a guy, I'd never let him leave the house to go to work.”
Aly laughed and gave Sam an appreciative look. “I have to admit, it was a bit hard letting him out of bed the first few months.”
Capri snorted. “A bit?”
“Okay,” her friend conceded. “More than a bit.”
Sam regarded them, his dark eyes smoldering. “I think it's time we move on to the main event. What about you two?”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Aly said. “Capri?”
She nodded eagerly, her pussy aching with anticipation.
Sam grinned. “I guess the only question is who gets to go first?”
Chapter Five
Aly chewed on her lip as she considered that. “You can start with Capri, but you have to finish with me.” She gave Capri an apologetic look. “You don't mind, do you? I know I've shared everything up to now, and it's probably silly to get proprietary about this one little detail, but that's just one bridge I can't cross.”
Capri took Aly’s cuffed hands in her own. “Of course I understand. Friends share, but you want to be the one who makes Sam come. I don't blame you a bit.”
Her friend smiled, relief clear on her face. “Thank you for understanding.” She slanted a teasing look in her husband’s direction. “Do you think you can control yourself that much, honey? I have the feeling Capri is going to be unbelievably hot.”
Sam chuckled. “I don't doubt you, but I think I can handle it.”
“You’d better.”
Sam started to reach for Capri, then hesitated, his brows drawing together in a frown. “Shit.”
“What is it?” Aly asked.
“We don’t have any condoms.”
Capri swore silently. She hadn’t thought about them not having condoms. Then again, Aly and Sam were married, and her friend was on birth control. Why would they have condoms?
Aly smiled. “Yes, we do. I picked some up the other day.”
Her husband’s eyes narrowed. “Bad girl. You were planning this, weren’t you?”
Aly’s face colored. “I just wanted to have them in case.”
“Uh-huh.”
Sam didn’t look like he believed her. He did look amused, though.
Taking Capri’s hands, Sam helped her off the bed and pulled her in for a kiss. The musky-sweet flavor of feminine arousal on his lips was tantalizing, and she moaned against his mouth as a tremor ran through her. She’d kissed men after they’d gone down on her before, but knowing part of the essence she tasted came from Aly made it even more delicious.
Sam broke the kiss with a groan. Capri almost protested until she saw him reach for the buttons on his shirt. That uniform might be sexy as hell, but it was about damn time he got naked.
The wait was beyond worth it. The man had an absolutely exquisite body—muscular, tanned and perfectly proportioned. While his broad shoulders, well-muscled chest and six-pack abs were completely drool worthy, her gaze kept straying to his rock hard cock. She couldn’t wait to have that thick baby inside her.
Sam bent to fish something out of his pants’ pocket, then stood and took hold of her cuffed hands. Capri frowned as he unlocked the manacles.
“I was hoping I could keep them on,” she said.
His mouth quirked. “You are going to keep them on. Just as soon as I get you in position.”
She opened her mouth to ask what position he was talking about, but the words were muffled as he wrapped his hand in her hair and captured her lips in a long, hard, thoroughly dominant kiss. Capri was so dizzy she didn’t realize he’d lifted his head until he spun her around and nudged her toward the bed.
“On your hands and knees.”
His tone brooked no discussion, and she quickly obeyed. Not that she had any objections. Doggy style was her favorite position.
“Lean over and put your hands behind your back,” he ordered.
Once again, she immediately did as he commanded, resting her cheek on the bed and pushing her ass up in the air. The position was a little awkward, until she spread her knees wide enough to stabilize herself on the cushy mattress. The moment she did, Sam snapped the cuffs on her wrists.
Sam let out a low whistle. “Now that is a one hell of a sexy position.”
Behind her, Capri saw Aly come to stand beside Sam. She leaned her head on her husband’s shoulder with a dreamy sigh. “Your ass does look amazing with you bent over on the bed like that, girlfriend.”
Capri couldn't believe she was still capable of blushing after everything they’d done tonight, but heat suffused her face at the words.
A hand slid across her bottom, then between the folds of her pussy. She assumed it was Sam's, but truthfully she had no idea. In all the years spent living in the same tiny dorm room with Aly, there had never been an inkling of sexual interest bet
ween them. They talked incessantly about sex, but Aly hadn't mentioned doing it with another girl.
And yet Aly had just oohed and aahed over how hot her ass looked. They’d tried a lot of stuff since coming up here tonight. Would her friend go there, too?
She got her answer a moment later when Aly hopped on the bed beside her. Since whoever’d been touching her before was still touching her, it obviously hadn’t been her friend. Well, that answered that. A small part of her was almost disappointed.
“You won’t believe the hard-on you've given my husband from seeing you bent over on the bed like this,” Aly said. “If I didn't love you so much, I'd be jealous.”
Sam chuckled. “You get me just as hard when you're in this position, babe. You just don't ever get a chance to see it.” He trailed his fingers along the underside of Capri’s ass cheek. “Hang on, I’ll be right back.”
Capri frowned. “Where is he going?”
Aly flashed her a grin. “To pick out a paddle so he can spank your ass while he fucks you.”
“He can do that?”
Her friend laughed. “Oh, yes. Sam is one of those rare men blessed with the ability to multi-task.”
Capri craned her neck to see over her shoulder—which was harder than it looked in this position—hoping to catch a glimpse of Sam. He walked into the bedroom a few moments later, a small, wooden paddle in his hand.
“Eyes front, Capri,” was all he said.
She immediately obeyed.
Beside her, Aly let out a husky laugh. “I would have never pegged you for such a good sub, but you're a natural.”
“A sub?” Capri asked, trying hard not to look back and see what Sam was up to. It was murder waiting for that first whack.
“I'll tell you later,” her friend promised. “Don't worry. Sam tells me I'm a pretty good sub, too—when I try hard.”
Capri was still attempting to figure out what her friend was talking about when the paddle struck her ass. There was no comparison to the strap, but the small paddle still stung more than she thought it would.
“Oooh.” Aly’s scooted to the edge of the bed and slid off. “I have to watch this up close.”