Date: Fri, 10 Jan 2014 06:57:16 -0500 From: Ben J Subject: Honky Tonk I write for my own and your entertainment. Comments are welcome. HONKY TONK Chapter One My wife and I were out at the neighborhood honky-tonk dancing and having a good time. We went there two or three times a month. It was one of those places where everyone knows your first name. Shelly was dressed in her favorite little black mini-dress. It was backless and showed a lot of cleavage. She had a great body and loved to show it off. She was a big tease and got a thrill out of getting guys turned on before walking away, leaving them frustrated. I didn't mind because I knew I would be the one going home with her; not to mention the ego boost it gave me. On that particular Saturday night, we stayed later than usual and closed the place. I had been drinking since we arrived but in moderation, about one drink an hour, so I felt okay making the drive home, which was only about three miles. At 2:00 AM we were the only car on the road. The bar and our house were right outside of a small city of about 20,000. The area is mostly rural outside the city limits. We live about a mile off the highway (a farm road really) down a gravel county road. We were about a half mile from the gravel road when I noticed headlights behind me. I thought it looked like a cop car so I checked my speed and continued driving. As I said, I felt sober so I wasn't really worried about getting pulled over. As I approached my turn, I made sure I turned on my right turn signal in plenty of time. As soon as I did, he flipped on his blue and red lights. I made the turn, hoping he was going to continue going straight, but no such luck. He followed me and I stopped about a hundred yards down the road. I pulled to the right as far as I could, not that it mattered, no cars would be coming through tonight. There were only a few properties down this road and vehicles were few and far between, even during the day. The sheriff's office was a relatively small one but not so small that I knew all the deputies. I had met a few of them and probably recognized all of them just from seeing them driving around. As the deputy approached my door, I could tell he was a big guy, probably at least six feet tall and well built. It was hard to see much more with the spotlight shining in my side view mirror. As he leaned forward and I saw his face, I was disappointed to see he wasn't someone I had met, although I was sure I had seen him around. Shelly, always trying to help, had her dress hiked up as high as she could without being indecent and was leaning towards my window to give the deputy all the view he cared to take in. She tried to flirt with him. "Hello officer, what did my husband do this time? Feel free to smack him around if you want." The whole time Shelly was beaming a big smile while giving him a show of her 36C tits, which were straining to escape the fabric of her dress. It apparently had no effect because, after taking my license and asking me a few questions, the deputy asked me to step out of the car. I admitted to having a few drinks and he had me do a few sobriety tests. I thought I performed well, but then he asked me to blow into an Alco-sensor. "Point oh eight," he said. "Do you know what the legal limit is?" I knew it was 0.08. I tried to explain that I lived less than a mile up the road and even offered to walk home, but to no avail. He was overly polite and was almost apologetic. He explained that they had strict orders from the sheriff to show no leniency for DUI's and told me he would have to arrest me. As he was putting the handcuffs on me, Shelly apparently saw what was happening and jumped out of the car. "Ma'am, you need to stay right there at the car," he ordered her firmly but politely with a slight southern drawl. "I'll be over to talk to you in just a minute." Shelly waited at the back of the car while the deputy put me in the back seat of the his cruiser. Then he walked over to Shelly and I could see her trying to work her magic. They were standing between the two cars where I could see Shelly was getting to him; both of them smiling as she gently touched his shoulder and his chest. Just a light touch of her hand with her million dollar smile would melt any guy. After a few minutes, I noticed he was getting a little touchy himself; first her arm, then a hand on her shoulder. Then I was surprised to see Shelly put her hand on his and moved it to her breast. I saw him fondling her tit as he moved in to kiss her. She obviously didn't mind and it looked like she was even rubbing his crotch. I couldn't believe they were doing this right in front of me, the cruiser headlights illuminating the whole thing. There was nothing but corn fields on both sides of us, so there was no chance that anyone else would see, but it was still astonishing to see my wife and another man groping each other right out in the open. Then I got a real shock when Shelly dropped to her knees and started fumbling with the deputy's pants. He unhooked his gun belt and set it on the trunk of my car while Shelly pulled down his trousers. The cop's back was towards me but it was obvious what was happening; my wife was sucking a stranger's cock right in front of me. The window was down and I could hear the deputy start to moan and a few minutes later I could hear him cumming. I could see the motion of Shelly's head and knew she was swallowing every drop. I stared, dumbfounded, as Shelly stood up and straightened her dress, kissing the deputy on the cheek as she might kiss an old friend she had met on the street. Then she walked back to our car and got in on the passenger side. The deputy pulled up his pants and put his gun belt back on. The scene that happened before me was a shock and I suppose I should have been jealous or angry, but I wasn't. In fact, I had an erection that was so hard it hurt. To be honest, I had fantasized about having a threesome with Shelly and another man, but to actually see her giving another guy a blowjob was surreal. The next thing I knew, the deputy had me out of the cruiser and took the handcuffs off. "You're a lucky man," he said, and without another word he got in his car, made U-turn, and headed back towards the highway. On the short drive home Shelly didn't say a word and neither did I. What was I supposed to say? When we pulled in front of the house, Shelly spoke first. "You're not mad are you?" "No, not really," I said. "I just can't believe you did that. "I know, I can't either," she explained. "Money has been so tight lately and there's no way we can afford a DUI. I was just going to try to talk him into letting you go. I told him I would do anything and then he asked if I really meant `ANYTHING.' I knew what he meant and, well, it just happened." She was right, we were barely making our bills and I knew I should be thanking her. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'll make it up to you." Then she leaned over and kissed me passionately. I could taste his cum in her mouth and, I have to admit, I was really turned on by the whole thing. I had tasted my own cum in her mouth and in her pussy (I loved going down on her after fucking her) but tasting the semen of another man, especially after watching him empty his seed into her, was exhilarating. We didn't even wait until we got into the house; we reclined her seat and made love in the car like to love-struck teenagers. We talked later and I told her that I knew she only did it to help me and I admitted how much it turned me on to see her sucking off another man. I also confessed my fantasy of having a threesome with another man and of watching her get fucked by more than one man. Then she told me her fantasy; to watch me suck and be fucked by another man. I had experimented a little in college, swapping blowjobs with a friend a few times, but I never told Shelly about that. The thought of being with a man again turned me on but I couldn't bring myself to admit that to Shelly, so I told her that I would do it for her, if that's what she really wanted. The next morning, in the light of day, the conversation seemed like a dream, a fantasy that would never materialize. Chapter 2 We didn't talk about our fantasies again and a month later we were back at the same bar dancing and having a drinks. It, of course, brought back memories of that night and I couldn't wait to get home and screw my wife's brains out. I had learned my lesson and on this night I only had two drinks. It's not that I wouldn't love a repeat of the previous night but the chances of being stopped by the same deputy with the same results were pretty slim. At about eleven o'clock I put Shelly's hand on my crotch so she could feel my rock hard erection and whispered that I was ready to go home. She smiled a devilish smile and said she needed to pee first and headed in the direction of the restrooms. A few minutes later I noticed her in the hallway talking on her cell phone. When she returned she had another glass of wine. Disappointed, I said, "I thought we were going home." "Don't worry," she purred, "I just want to have this last drink, then I'm all yours." I could wait fifteen more minutes, especially since alcohol worked well to bring out her uninhibited side. Remembering that I saw her on the phone, I asked who she had been talking to. "Oh, that was just Josie. Boy troubles again." It seemed late for her sister to call but I didn't really want to hear about her ongoing relationship problems, so I let it drop. Twenty minutes later we were turning onto the gravel road leading to the house. That's when I noticed the sheriff's car sitting on the side of the road about 100 feet from the intersection. He was facing the opposite direction as us before we made the turn. I assumed he was running radar but I wasn't concerned; I was in a hurry to get home but I was keeping it within five miles per hour of the speed limit, plus I had only had two beers and the last one was over an hour earlier. To my surprise, the deputy's headlights came on just as we turned and he followed us to the house. As soon as I turned into the driveway he flipped on his red and blue lights. "Fuck, what'd I do this time?" I said. "I wasn't speeding." "Relax," Shelly said, "he probably just wants to check your license." She seemed unusually cool. I guessed that she wasn't worried because she knew I wasn't doing anything wrong. I pulled up close to the house under a lamp post and stopped. This time there were two deputies in the car, which was unusual. I thought maybe one was a rookie in training. They both got out and approached either side of our car. I rolled down my window and reached for my wallet and driver's license. Shelly must have noticed the second deputy too because she rolled down her window. "Good evening, sir," the deputy at my window said. I immediately recognized his voice and turned my head to see it was Corporal Carter, the same deputy whose dick was in my wife's mouth a month earlier. "The reason I stopped you is that you were weaving. Have you been drinking tonight?" Before I could answer, Tracy intervened. She was leaning towards my window with her blouse unbuttoned to her navel and for the first time I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. "Oh, yes sir he has been drinking, and I'm afraid he had way too much to be driving. I think he really needs to be taught a lesson." What the fuck was she doing? Then I noticed the mischievous grin on her face and it hit me; she setup this whole scenario. I wasn't sure what was in store for us so I just played along. "Would ya'll step out of the car, please?" Cpl. Carter asked, as polite as he was the first time we met. We both got out and Cpl. Carter (whose first name, I later learned, was Bill) said I was under arrest and told me to turn around and put my hands behind my back. I complied and Bill placed the handcuffs on my wrist. On the other side of the car I could hear the other deputy (later identified as Eric) saying something about Shelly being drunk in public. Shelly pleaded, "Please officer, I'll do ANYTHING if you would just let us go with a warning. She was standing inches from his body rubbing his substantial chest with her hand. "Well, we might be able to work something out," Eric said, "but first I'm going to have to search you for weapons and drugs." He walked her to the rear of the car and leaned her against the trunk and proceeded to "search" her. His hands went immediately inside her blouse and he was fondling both her tits. Then he stuck his hand under her skirt and started to finger her pussy. Shelly moaned her approval. Then Bill suggested we go inside where the light was better so they could search us thoroughly. The acting was right out of a bad porn movie, but I wasn't complaining. Once inside, Bill grabbed Shelly's blouse and ripped it open, causing the last few buttons to fall to the floor. I decided to add my own bad acting to the mix. "What the hell are you doing to my wife?" I screamed, trying to sound angry. Eric back-handed me across the face, soft enough that I knew he was still acting but hard enough to sting. Then he pushed me down on my recliner. "You cover him while I search her for drugs," Bill said. Eric stood next to me with a hand firmly on my shoulder while Bill had his way with Shelly. First he caressed and kissed both of her tits before removing her blouse completely. Then he pulled her skirt to the floor exposing the fact that she was wearing no panties. Shelly stepped out of the skirt and Bill grabbed her from behind and reached around to finger her pussy. Shelly offered no resistance and moaned as he moved his finger in and out of her wet cunt. Bill pushed her down on the couch and then took off his gun belt and set it on the end table and removed his pants and jockeys, revealing his already rigid cock. Shelly knew what he wanted and started licking his shaft and balls. Then she took it into her mouth and started giving him a slow masterful blowjob. After a few minutes, he directed Shelly to turn and get down on her hands and knees on the couch. He climbed behind her and in one smooth move entered her pussy from behind. That's when I noticed that Eric had his pants and underwear down to his ankles and was masturbating his cock just inches from my face. While Bill had a nice cock, about seven inches with nicely trimmed pubes, Eric's was about an inch longer and thicker and he was completely shaved. A cop was pounding my wife's pussy a few feet away but I couldn't take my eyes off of the other cop's cock. "Your turn," he said, sticking his hard rod in my face. I hesitated and that's when he slapped his dick across my cheek and grabbed the back of my head and forced it into my mouth. "Suck it you little bitch," he demanded as he forced it deeper in my mouth. I gagged a little at first but slowly got a groove going. It had been a long time since I had sucked on a nice hard cock. I was only able to bet it about three quarters of the way in my mouth before it hit the back of my throat but the cop's moans told me I was doing a good job. As I sucked I savored his taste and the silky feel of his hard cock sliding back and forth across my tongue. Shelly was getting loud and drew my attention back to her. She was watching her husband suck a cock and the look on her face told me she liked what she saw. As Bill pounded his piston in and out of her cunt she was bracing herself with one hand and her face on the couch as she watched me being face fucked. Her other hand was rubbing her clit. "Yes, yes, yes," she said breathlessly, "fuck me harder." Then she lost it and screamed as she orgasmed. Bill was just moments behind her. He grunted as he emptied his seed deep in her pussy. By that time Eric was fucking my face hard. It was difficult keeping my balance since I was still handcuffed but I managed to keep my lips locked on his cock as it pummeled my face. His first spurt of cum hit the back of my throat. I pulled back so just the head was inside my lips and the second and third spurts shot over my tongue. Eric pulled out and jerked two more shots of semen onto my face. I was in seventh heaven as I savored a mouth full of cum while the rest dripped down my face. My own cock was so hard it felt like it was going to rip my jeans. "I think you have some cleanup to do over here." Bill's voice broke my trance. Bill was sitting on the couch with his legs open stroking his still hard cock. Shelly was sitting next to him with her feet up by her ass and knees spread, her freshly fucked pussy open for all to see. "Bring that sissy over here so he can clean my dick and balls with his mouth," Bill commanded. Eric grabbed me under the arms and brought me to my feet, pushing me towards the couch. Then he forced me to my knees and pushed my face into Bill's lap. It wasn't easy with my hands behind my back but I licked his hairy balls and his dick until they were free of any semen and Shelly's juices. Next, Bill moved my face into Shelly's lap and I started licking her pussy clean. Bill and Eric had moved to the back of the couch just behind Shelly so she could turn her head from side to side alternating sucking their cocks. I can't explain the exhilaration I felt tasting Bill's cum in Shelly's pussy with the flavor of Eric's cum still fresh in my mouth, all the while Shelly was sucking two cop cocks. It wasn't long before Shelly was having her second orgasm all over my face. As much as I loved eating Shelly's cum filled twat, it was getting uncomfortable, especially with my hands still handcuffed behind my back. So, I was relieved when Bill came around and helped me stand up. I was hoping he would uncuff me and let me fuck my wife. Damn, my cock was hard as steel and I needed some relief. However, Bill had other plans. He took me to the side of the couch and pushed me face down over the armrest. Then Eric helped him pull my jeans and briefs off. It felt good having my cock free. I was the only one who hadn't cum yet and my cock was hurting. It didn't help seeing two hard-bodied cops, still wearing their uniform shirts with their swinging hard dicks. I had my head turned in an awkward position staring at the two half naked cops, wondering what was going to happen next. I didn't have to wonder any longer when I heard Bill ask Shelly for some lubricant. In case it wasn't clear already, Bill moved in behind me between my legs and started to rub my ass. Shelly returned with the lube and Bill rubbed it on his cock and then rubbed it into my asshole. He forced one finger inside and then two. I was apprehensive, my asshole was still virgin territory, but I knew it was no use fighting it. I was about to get fucked. After probing me with his fingers, Bill pushed the head of his cock against my maiden asshole, slowly forcing it inside. I protested when it started to hurt but he just pushed harder. I didn't think he would be able to fit inside of me. My sphincter was burning when I felt his bulbous head enter. Then, inch by inch, he pushed and pulled going deeper with each stroke until his pubes were touching my ass. He was in to the hilt. He paused momentarily and the pain started to subside a little. Slowly he started an in and out motion until he was fucking my ass with a steady rhythm. Shelly had her face inches from the action, mesmerized. Eric was on the opposite side of Bill stroking his own cock. I wasn't sure but he had a look on his face like he was waiting his turn. The pain never stopped completely but slowly became pleasurable. I could feel the couch move as Bill pounded my ass like a bull. Bill lasted probably fifteen minutes, having just cum in Shelly's pussy, and I was in bliss. I never thought being fucked could feel so great. When he shot his load into my me I could feel the jets of jism in my bowels. He pulled out and collapsed on the chair. Eric didn't waste any time shoving his large meat inside me. I was already stretched out but it was a renewed pain at first. I thought I was going to cum as I got fucked for the second time. With each stroke my cock rubbed against the cloth of the couch. It ached to find a hot mouth or pussy. I became one with Eric's cock as it went in and out of my ass like a piston. It seemed like he had been fucking me for twenty minutes and I did not want it to stop. Finally he grunted and poured his semen inside me. He leaned forward resting on my back for a few minutes as his cock became soft inside me. Before I knew it, Bill and Eric were dressed and taking the handcuffs off of me. They both gave Shelly, who was still naked, wet kisses as they said goodbye, copping one last feel of her tits and ass before leaving. Shelly gave me a long kiss and thanked me for the most erotic night of her life. Then she went to her knees and took my cock into her mouth. I could only take about a minute of her sucking before I shot, what seemed like a gallon of cum, down her throat. I hadn't cum that fast since I was a teenager.