0 comments/ 83122 views/ 13 favorites It Started with Speeding Ch. 01-03 By: thesoundandfury This is a revision of the three chapters I posted earlier. I've corrected all the little errors and inconsistencies that were driving myself and others crazy. Sorry, got a little anxious to post. The story is complete now (thanks a great deal to freaknut) and it should be more polished. The first part is generic. The rest explores its complexities. * * * * * Chapter 1 I couldn't believe this was happening. It was too generic to be anything but a dream. I had been speeding through the warm Southern California night, windows of my silver TT down, drumming my fingers on the leather-wrapped wheel to the beat of my loudly blaring music. I was feeling good. I was finally done with my first project -- the infamous Walter's case -- and in all honesty, I thought I'd done a damn good job. We'd gone out after the project was through. I'd had a few, but I felt I was sober enough to drive. When the whine of the siren and the tell-tale blue and red lights filled the small interior of my sports car, however, my confidence shriveled up. "License and registration," the officer asked. A female officer was flashing a MagLit into my car, blinding me momentarily. I fumbled for my papers and handed them over. We went through the whole routine: do you know why I pulled you over, do you know how fast you were going, where were you going in such a hurry. I gave her an abbreviated account of my recent completion of the Walter's project. Then came the question I'd been dreading, "Have you been drinking?" I swallowed hard, but decided to tell her the truth. "I've had a few." She nodded, hitting me hard one more time in the face with the bright flashlight. I flinched, unable to see anything but the bright light. “Stay right there,” she said. The light was suddenly gone. When my eyes adjusted, I saw the shapely blonde walking back to her police car, her perky blonde ponytail waving back at me. Her black slacks had shiny stripes up the legs, and they were tight across her very juicy butt. If my mind wasn’t so busy being scared, it would have been thinking many dirty thoughts. The officer returned after what felt like far too long. As she did, I took note of her shapely body and the way her apparently large breasts pushed out the starched, blue collar shirt. She leaned into the car, her cool hazel eyes regarding me with a very appraising look. "Mr. Harvey, please step out of the vehicle." "Please, call me Simon," I said, trying to lighten the situation. "Okay, Simon," she said, stepping back away from my car, one hand resting on her gadget covered belt. "Simon, please put your hands on the hood of the car." Oh shit. My blood froze. I did as I was told. “Thank you… Simon,” the uniformed blonde said. I was still a little buzzed from the celebratory beers and feeling this very sexy police officer's hands moving over my body began to get me hard, despite all my fear and all my better judgment. It wasn’t planned. It just happened. Her hands slid up my legs and I grew harder. She was spending a little too much time on my thighs, I thought, then dismissed it. Ridiculous. I was startled to feel one hand between my legs, sliding over my balls and up the shaft of my erection. I blushed out of embarrassment, wondering what she thought of me now. I was preparing myself for a reprimand, but I got nothing of the sort. Instead, her hand remained. She leaned her body in and I could feel her large breasts press against my back. I could feel her warm breath tickling my ear. "Well, well... what's this?" she whispered. I didn't know how to react. Was this really happening? Her fingers repositioned themselves, reaching around my waist so she could fondle my erection more easily. Shit! What was happening? My mind still wouldn’t except this porn scenario was really playing itself out. She turned me around, trapping me against my car with her hips pressing into mine. Our mouths met and mashed and danced against each other. I was on autopilot. I had abandoned the rational sides of my brain in favor of my more carnal desires. I didn't need those rational thoughts ruining what was quickly becoming a fantasy-come-true. I vaguely noted the blonde's gold name tag, "Officer Mills," as I hastily unbuttoned the starched blue shirt. Her own hands were working furiously with my belt and pants, and by the time I had her shirt open, she had my bare 7-inches in her soft hands. She was wearing a very fragile looking black lace bra that contained a couple of juicy breasts. I could see her hard nipples through the sheer material, small and round and high. Her complexion was amazing: lightly tanned without a blemish on her cleavage enhanced chest. She stroked my erection, bringing me back to the unreality of what was happening, and I said, "Am I in trouble?" She gave me a crooked smile and asked back, "I don't know, are you?" With that, she covered my mouth with hers again, making out on the side of a lonely California road, alone in the dark. It was like I was a spectator. It wasn't my hands that had taken hold of the slim hips of this buxom police officer. I wasn't the one who had switched positions with her, lifting her up onto the hood of my car and unbuckling her heavy black belt. Our mouths met again in animalistic passion and soon, I had her out of her slacks, my hands running over the smooth skin of her buttocks. She had on a sheer and very skimpy matching lace thong. I could see the line of her pussy lips through the gauzy lace. Did she have any pubic hair? I pushed my fingers against her steaming pussy and I could feel her dampness through the thin layer of her panties. In the frenzy of the whole thing, the cups of her bra had been pulled down, freeing her large tits for my mouth to enjoy. Her nipples felt like hard pebbles on two of the softest breasts I have ever had the pleasure of slobbering all over. She leaned back on the car, bracing herself with a hand as she moaned into the warm night. "Ohhhh! YES!" But I wanted more. I needed more. I practically tore her thong off, finding that she was completely hairless. Despite this not being my preference, I thought it was one of the most beautiful pussies I had ever laid eyes on. Her small, compact lips were closed up but for the little button of her protruding clit. I ran my finger along the soft petals of her labia and she nearly screamed, "OHHH!!" If we were in a bedroom, if things didn’t seem so desperate and rushed and passionate, then I would have dipped my head in to taste the glistening vagina. I would have run my tongue along her infinitely soft folds. But at the time, nothing seemed more appropriate than flipping her around, bending her over the car, and ramming my dick into that soft cunt. "OHHH! YES, fill me with that hard cock of yours, Mr. Harvey! That is an order--FUCK! Oh! OH! OHHHHH!” I pumped on through her orgasm. I was consumed with lust. I penetrated her baby smooth vagina with hard, frenzied thrusts. My car shook with each thrust, and we groaned together. “Harder! Harder! Ohhhh, fuck! HARDER!” I held her hips. She had a little black tattoo of a pair of lips low on her tailbone, just above her round, gumdrop ass. I was mesmerized by it as I fucked her. I came hard in the moist folds of the blonde's shaven pussy. As she felt my hot spunk fill her, she came hard a second time. My cock softened. The passion subsided. I pulled out of her. She turned around, kissing me deeply before pulling her panties back on and readjusting her ample breasts in the lacy cups of her bra. She said nothing more to me until she was back in uniform, and I could think of nothing to say to her. I still had my pants around my ankles, my cock was limp and covered in our combined juices. She leaned in and kissed me one last time, sweetly. "I think I'll let you off with a warning this time. Next time, you need to be more careful." The blonde got into her car, turned off her lights, and drove on down the road. Stunned, I pulled my pants back on and got back into my little Audi. But I didn't turn on the engine. I just sat there. My mind was reeling. I kept expecting to wake up suddenly. To realize that this was all a dream. The slimy feeling of my cock in my shorts assured me that it was no dream. I think that I would have been okay with the whole, intense, wonderful encounter had it not been for one thing: Adrienne, my wife of four happy, wonderful, loving, and faithful years. Chapter 2 As I drove through the warm California night, my anxiety consumed me. My intense and surreal experience with the female cop was fading fast, replaced by the upsetting vision of Adrienne quietly packing her bags, a car door closing, and me in an empty house. It was too much. This whole night was too much. I felt desperate. I felt like I had no where to go. I couldn't let her leave. As silly as it seemed, I really believed that we were soul mates. So why did I do that?! the rational side of me screamed. It had finally found its voice, and my face burned in my shame. I foolishly thought, for a few moments, that I could just let it go. Adrienne didn't have to know. She never did. It was an anonymous encounter on the side of an empty road. It was a fantasy-come-true for any man, and I couldn’t be expected to pass up such an offer. Could I? For a few moments, anyway, the guilt floated off me like clouds and my breathing became less haggard. I pulled into my driveway and a new fear overcame me. I still smelled of the blonde officer's sweet perfume. My cock was still covered in her now-dry juices. I smelled like sex. I needed to get to the shower, and I needed to do it before Adrienne found me. I got out of the car, wiping my sweaty palms on my slacks, and shook my head, trying to clear the numbness caused by all my nervous energy. Such a bizarre evening. I opened the front door quietly. Adrienne was no where in sight. I tiptoed nervously up the stairs and winced as the third step creaked under my weight. She wasn't in the bedroom, either, although her clothes were spread out on the bed. Then I heard a splash outside and my heart and tensed up muscles relaxed. Of course, she was taking her nightly swim. I looked down at her from our bedroom window and watched her lithe form knife through the lighted pool as natural as a water nymph. She swam naked at night, her dark brown hair flowing gracefully through the water. We had moved here about three weeks ago, and the large pool and secluded backyard were two of the biggest selling points of the place. "In this weather, I can take a relaxing swim every night," she said with her warm smile, dark eyes lit up with child-like excitement. For myself, I didn't like the idea of so much aerobic exercise just before bed. But Adrienne was often times a quirky one, and I loved her for it. I pulled my eyes off my wife, coming back to the reality that I had done something horrible, and now I had to wash away the evidence. I stripped, burying my perfume-scented clothes deep in the hamper. I caught an image of myself in the mirror, dark eyes sad under my now unkempt dark hair. I stepped into the hot spray of the shower. I tried to let the warmth wash away the last visage of my anxiety. The hot water caressed my slender frame, loosened up my well-defined muscles. I didn't realize my neck was so stiff until all the kinks were washed away. As I worked the soap over my toned body, my hands found my cock hardening and my thoughts betrayed me. They became flooded with visions of the beautiful, strange blonde. Her breasts spilling over the tops of her lace bra. Her tight body. Her clean shaven sex, puffy with forbidden excitement. I couldn't help myself. My hands wouldn't leave my cock. And suddenly, I heard the door to the bathroom open and close. My head swam with anxiety and fear, and I desperately tried to think of something -- anything -- to calm down my soapy erection. Adrienne pulled the curtain aside, smiling coyly at me. "A stranger's been using my shower," she said, then she spotted my semi-hard member. "That for me?" Her voice was all innocence. God, Adrienne's naked body was incredible. Her dark hair was wet from the pool, slicked back and sexy. Her ears and high cheek bones gave her an elfin quality, not to mention her beautiful, dark, sharp eyes. Those eyes were large, framed by long eye lashes, and they could reflect joy one moment and fiery anger the next. Her body was slender and petite, her skin fair and freckled. Everything about her worked so well together: her perky breasts and small, pink nipples, her trim legs that gave the illusion that she was taller than her 5 foot 3, her swam-like neck that only hinted at her grace and femininity. She was my modern Audrey Hepburn. And behind it all was a strong personality that you'd think would clash with her delicate, feminine body, but only served to further compliment her and intrigue others. I had been smitten the day I met her. She stepped into the shower, bumping me to the side with her hip and saying, "Make some room for me. I've got needs to satisfy, too, you know." She teasingly ran her hands through her dark bush, slipping quickly in then out of her moist folds. An image flashed of Officer Mills' bald quim and my heart leapt. Adrienne did do a little "house keeping" down there -- keeping it short and trimmed enough that her compact lips were visible through a thin layer of dark pubes -- but never more than this. In that brief moment, I thought of how much more sexy she could be if she were ever to take a razor to the curls. I immediately felt guilty for thinking it, yet couldn't help my erection from returning. My wife was still teasingly playing with herself, running her fingers up and down the soft fur of her snatch, and when she saw my erection return, she smiled at me and said, "Maybe we can kill two birds with one stone? Maybe we could work together." Grabbing me by the back of my head, she pulled my lips down to hers and gave me a very passionate, toe-curling kiss. Her hands found my erection, still a bit soapy, and began to rub it. My body shuddered. My heightened state of arousal, not to mention that this felt so similar to what the blonde police officer had just done, had me gasping for breath. Adrienne broke our deep kiss, tilting her body away slightly, and gave me an inquisitive look. "You're so hard," she said at last. "We need to do something about this." Her large brown eyes were wide with seriousness, but I knew her well enough to see the playfulness behind the facade. She nodded her head once, dark, sculpted brows furrowed, and then laughed. She kissed me softly on my neck, my chest, my stomach. She worked her way down my body, down to her knees, until she was eye level with my cock. She looked up at me, smiling widely before swallowing the head of my erection into her mouth. Her swirling tongue had me groaning in no time, and I had to lean against the tiled wall to keep myself standing. Adrienne wasn't opposed to blowjobs and oral sex, but that didn't mean she handed them out with frequency. She was also pretty good at it, too. She had none of the loose hesitancy that many girls had. Her lips were always wrapped tight around my shaft, and her pumping fingers that ringed around the base of it were always firm and tight. I couldn't take much of this action -- not after working myself so close to the edge earlier. My balls tightened up, my breath caught, and I groaned as I came hard. Adrienne knew the signs of my imminent release and pulled off my dick with a loud slurp, letting my ejaculating sperm fly across the shower and land on the wet, white tile. She never swallowed, much to my disappointment. I slumped down into the shower, letting the warm water wash over me, renew me. I felt my wife's gentle hands help me up, guide me out of the shower. We made love that evening. Long and slow and passionate. I was still a little edgy from my sexual encounter just hours before, but the feel of Adrienne's tight pussy closing over my once-again hard cock, the way she gyrated and rolled her hips, and the look of complete satisfaction when she came, were enough to keep those guilty thoughts at bay. Chapter 3 Over the next two weeks, the guilt of my affair slowly faded into history. At first, I thought about it every time I heard a siren, or drove home at night. Part of me would blush to myself: a mental flinch, a subtle cringe. The other part of me grew aroused, my dick would twitch momentarily before my mind hastily changed the subject. Two weeks it took to rebuild my confidence in our relationship. At last, I was able to make love to my wife without a single thought of the blonde's soft skin, large breasts, or smooth vagina. I was in the clear. Or so I thought. The doorbell rang one Thursday evening. It was one of the few days that I was home early (early for me being 6). They put me on another project right away and, like my first three weeks in our new home, I had to go in early and stay late. It was an adjustment for Adrienne and I, but we adapted. "Hey, it makes the weekends that much more important," she said cheerfully. On this particular Thursday evening, I was able to slip out early to enjoy dinner with my beautiful, brunette wife. When the doorbell rang, I went to get it, wondering who would be visiting. All the welcome wagons had come and gone in the first week of our move-in. Opening the door, my heart spasmed so violently that I thought I was having a heart attack. Standing there, holding an apple pie, was the blonde police officer who had pulled me over just a couple weeks earlier. She was dressed down, wearing a pair of tight, dark blue jeans and a long-sleeved red t-shirt. Her honey blonde hair was hanging in a loose spill around her shoulders. I wanted to slam the door shut. What was she doing here?! My heart was having trouble pounding at the velocity it was. I took a deep breath to calm myself. From the look of shock and fear that flashed through her hazel eyes and the way her face emptied of color, it suddenly clicked that she hadn't been expecting to see me on the other side of this door, either. But she quickly composed herself, her face smoothing over, her rosy flush returning to her cheeks. Our eyes locked intensely and I was only broken from my spell when the tall man behind the blonde said, "Hi, we're the Mills. I'm Jamie, and this is my wife Katherine. We live at the end of the street." He held out his large hand and gave me a strong shake. Jamie looked like he was in the military: buzzed blonde hair, very athletic, tall body, and a confident voice. He was as handsome as his wife was attractive. "Umm... Simon." I cleared my throat and tried again. "Sorry, my name's Simon Harvey. My wife and I just moved into the neighborhood and... oh, where are my manners? Please, come in." I stepped to the side, holding the door open, and the attractive couple entered the house. Katherine flashed me another nervous look, but just as fast as it had come, it was gone. "Who is it, honey?" Adrienne yelled from the kitchen. "Um... neighbors. The Mills?" Jamie nodded. My wife emerged, wiping her hands casually on her khaki Capri pants, and held her hand out to first Jamie, then Katherine. Watching the two women shake hands was really weird. Both women were gorgeous, but in stunningly different ways. Adrienne was shorter than the blonde, her body more petite. While she was by no means a pixie, the brunette's curves were not as pronounced as Katherine's, and her bust certainly wasn't as buxom. Adrienne was enchanting and trendy. Katherine was more of a classic beauty, the all-American girl-next-door that Playboy searches the country for. "It's nice to meet you," Katherine said. It was the first thing I'd heard her say since that night, along the empty road. "Please, call me Kat." It Started with Speeding Ch. 01-03 "We just finished up dinner. Why don't you two join us for a beer," my wife suggested, much to my chagrin. "That sounds great," Jamie answered for the both of them, although he did defer to her with a glance. She nodded. "A beer sounds like a great idea." I sighed to myself and went to get the beers. We took our drinks out on the patio. "I really like the pool," Katherine told my wife when I had returned with the drinks. I couldn't help checking out the blonde's body, noticing the way her tight dark jeans clung to her hips and ass, slung low enough to show a band of her soft skin below the t-shirt. "I had no idea that the Peterson's had a pool at all." Adrienne nodded. "Yeah. I really like this house. The trees make it feel secluded back here." I still found it strange, watching these two women talk to each other. I didn't think they would get along, but they did. "You could sun bathe nude back here," Katherine said. She gave me a quick look and an almost imperceptible wink, but her cheeks warmed. She quickly broke the look, staring down at her long-necked bottle. I looked away as well, suddenly finding the privacy fence and trees very interesting. "Actually, I like to swim nude," I heard my wife say. I blanched. "The water feels wonderful when you're naked." I looked over at Jamie, who was sporting a huge grin. "That sounds like fun," the blonde said. I looked at her quickly and saw the blonde giving me another flirty look. "Looks like Simon there is embarrassed." Everyone laughed. We learned that Jamie Mills was a military engineer in the Army. He was required to travel quite a bit with his job and had only just recently returned from a two month trip. "That's why we haven't stopped by earlier. Katherine wanted to stop by when we were both here." Adrienne nodded, turning to the blonde. "What do you do?" she asked. Kat kept her eyes on Adrienne as she said, "I'm a cop, actually." I looked off into the glimmering pool. "Really?" Adrienne said. "Made any big busts?" she said. "A few, yes. Mainly, I just pull over speeders." I couldn't tell if this statement was loaded, but I felt her eyes on me. "Sounds boring," Adrienne said, taking a swig of her beer. "For the most part, it is. Occasionally, I pull over a rowdy one." Be still my heart. The evening ended with Jamie inviting us to their block party the coming Saturday. "It was going to be a 'welcome home' party for Jamie, but we could also make it a 'welcome to the neighborhood' party for you two," Kat suggested. "You should come. The neighbors around here are a really fun bunch." She asked Adrienne, not me. The brunette said that would be wonderful and that we would bring some beer. "See you in a couple days." The door closed and the awkward encounter was over. Adrienne put her arms around me from behind. "What's wrong with you, honey?" she asked. "You seem so tense..." I shrugged, not turning around to meet her eyes. "They seem nice," I said, trying to change the subject. "They do? Or do you mean Kat does?" she teased. "No, I meant them," I said, a tad irritably. I broke free of her arms and turned around. She was regarding me with her dark, sharp eyes. After a quiet moment, she tossed her hand non-consequentially and said, "Well, I think they seemed nice as well. Nice and hot!" She was goading me. Her smile was infectious. "I'm not afraid to admit that I think that they make a very attractive couple. I saw you checking Kat out, don't be ashamed." She played with the collar of my shirt. "I was checking her out, too." Now she really was messing with me. Adrienne was 100% straight, but knew my fantasies and liked to indulge my imagination at times. We kissed and it felt good and right. She said, "Honey, we're out of breakfast food. Could you walk over to the store before it gets too late?" It was 8 and already dark. "You afraid of the dark?" she teased. Go on, you'll be upset tomorrow morning if you don't have your half grapefruit and your bowl of cereal." I didn't eat breakfast. Adrienne ate breakfast. This was her way of telling me that SHE would be mad in the morning. I just laughed, kissed her again, and got my wallet. The grocery store was not too far outside the neighborhood. It was about a 20 minute walk if you took a short cut that wound its way between two of the houses and along a wooded creek. The path headed out towards the neighboring development, and from there, the local grocer wasn't too far off. I enjoyed the walk, and the evening was very pleasant, so I started off along the path. It was illuminated infrequently, and had I still been in my older neighborhood in LA, I would have been a little nervous. But here, in this quiet neighborhood, I felt safe and secure. I had never walked the path at night, and in the dark, my eyes drifted to the lit houses that followed the path like store front windows downtown. It was pleasant. There were the Porters, the young redheaded couple eating dinner with their three, redheaded children. The Neilsons were watching television downstairs as their 18-year-old son surfed the internet upstairs. I could see Jonah, the local artist, painting something furiously in his studio. And then there was the Mills home. Last on the row of houses before the path bent off, deeper into the woods. They were dressed as they had been when they left, sitting on a couch that faced the window, apparently, a television. The curvy blonde was stroking Jamie's thigh absently, and the two were engrossed in whatever it was they were watching. I tore my voyeur's eyes off the couple and went on my way. My heart beat with the cicadas of the forest. I don't really remember actually going to the grocery store, although I know I must have because I had grocery bags in my hands as I crouched in the woods, peering like a pervert into the Mills house. I wasn't going to. I didn't plan it. It just happened. I was walking home and looked over. Just a peak. What I saw was more than just a peak. Jamie was sitting in the sofa, where he'd been before, but now, his blonde wife was straddling his legs, her head tilted down, blonde hair falling over their faces. They were kissing furiously. As I looked in, Kat leaned back enough to pull her shirt up off her head, her aqua green bra the only thing on her sculpted back. Her jeans were so low and tight across her round ass that in this position, they just barely covered her ass cleavage and left her little tattoo bare. One of the sexiest things about a woman's back is the dimples that appear just above her buttocks, and staring at all that nakedness, my eyes were instantly drawn to that. My heart was fluttering and my breathing was coming hard and ragged. I shakily crept away from the lights of the path, deeper into the dark foliage and closer to the lighted windows of the Mills' home. I knew that I shouldn't do this, but the unhealthy obsession that I was quickly developing for the blonde's body had taken firm control of me. Kat was standing now in front of what I thought was a completely naked Jamie. She had removed her aqua blue bra already and I could see the edges of her firm, melon-like swells around the sides of her slender, naked back. She was currently working her dark jeans off her hips. I swallowed hard, noting that she wasn't wearing panties at all. I could just make out the cleft of her hairless vagina between her legs as she bent forward, pulling the tight jeans all the way to the floor. I remembered how smooth it felt along my cock head, how sexy a shaven pussy could be. She straightened back up, resuming her straddling position on Jamie's lap. She threw her head back, tossing her blonde hair as her husband entered her warmth. I reached between my own legs, rubbing my hard on through my jeans as I watched this couple fuck each other. Kat put her left hand on Jamie's shoulder to steady herself as she bounced up and down in his lap, her right hand combing through her long blonde hair. I unbuckled my own pants, unable to contain myself as I watched my sexy neighbors couple with each other. When my mind focused in on the sides of those large breasts as they bounced and rippled with their intimate bumping and grinding, I knew I was close. I tried to calm my mind, but all I could think about was they way Jamie's slick cock must have looked, sliding in between the parted folds of the blonde's bald cunt. I came hard into the wilderness, unable to contain myself. As I wiped myself off and pulled my pants up, the attractive couple continued to fuck each other, unaware of their now satisfied audience. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, picked up the groceries, and wandered back out onto the path, making my way home. That night, all I could think about was Kat. Her body. Her smile. Her long, golden hair. I thought about the dimples of her back. Her little tattoo. The way her breasts moved when she fucked. I thought about the warm sheath of her vagina. I made love to Adrienne, but pretended that I was with Katherine. Lying awake in bed next to my beautiful, sleeping wife, I felt terrible about the whole thing. I shouldn't have spied on Kat, but I just couldn't shake her from my head. Looking forward to the BBQ, only two days away, a part of me grew excited at the thought of seeing the blonde again. I closed my eyes, embarrassed at all the dirty things that raced through my mind, but felt the undeniable feeling of arousal in my stirring cock. End of part 3. Feedback is appreciated. It helps me keep going.