I don’t know why I did it.
Something about the power he exuded. Something about his authority. That handsome cop just commanded attention, commanded me to obey.
Even though my husband was there. Even though he could see everything. Even though we were there on the side of the road lit up by the headlights of our car.
I couldn’t resist.
Excerpt
When we decided to go out dancing I decided it would be best to dress up for the occasion. I was in some of my very best, a short little dress that hugged every bit of my body and made it clear exactly what I had on offer. It was bright red and low cut in the front, and the bra I had on gave me the absolute most amazing cleavage that guys couldn’t help but stare at. I knew my ass looked fantastic in the dress as well, and I knew it clung to my sides to show off my trim and tight waist.
At least ordinarily.
But right now I was bent over the car, my ass pushed out behind me. I could feel the hem of my dress slipping upwards, could feel it starting to expose more and more of myself. My smooth thighs coming further into view as it slid up further and further. I could sense it reaching the bottoms of my asscheeks and threatening to slide even further, exposing everything to him.
Because underneath this dress I wasn’t wearing any panties. What had been supposed to be a surprise for my husband was now going to be a surprise for this handsome and authoritative officer of the law. He was about to have access to all of me, to every little bit of me. My most secret places.
His hands started at my sides, sliding up my hips and onto my waist. He held me there, fingers keeping me contained. I felt him stir behind me, felt him considering what happened next.
I didn’t know if he knew just what was on offer here. I didn’t know if he properly understood how far I was willing to go.
There in the headlights of the car, my husband watching us through the dashboard, I was willing to do anything. Anything it would take to please this man behind me, this strong and forceful man who had me in his grip, in his control, under his spell.
I needed him to know that too, to understand that he could have all of me if he wanted. All he had to do was ask. All he had to do was demand it.
“Please,” I whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear.
I felt his fingers tense on me, holding me firm as his whole body tensed to hear me.
“Yes?” he asked, coaxing more out of me.
I was embarrassed, a hot flush running through me as I struggled to put into words what it was I wanted to tell him, what it was I was trying to tell him.
“Please,” I repeated, “Anything. You can do anything.”