1 comments/ 22582 views/ 5 favorites The Road to Sixville By: temptanddestroy (Informative note: My name is Father Luca di Pace. I am, in some small way, responsible for the welfare of Justine Dobbs. Her life has not been an easy one and it comforts me to realise that every time I see her she is a little more at peace. It was Justine's idea to take all of the material recovered from Sixville and to convert it into readable narratives. I was reluctant at first, fearing for her mental health, but I spoke with her after she finished 'A Reluctant Welcome To Sixville' and I believe that the process is a kind of cathartic release. The story that you are about to read is really the start of Justine's journey. It is not written in the first person sense. I believe that this was a wise decision as it grants some blessed distance between the victim that she was and the capable woman that I know and am fond of. For the record the events related below took place in 1988, ten years before 'A Reluctant Welcome To Sixville' and are being recorded here, 18 years later.) * "Justine?" Fred Dobbs called out. She was lying on the floor in a pool of paint and howling at the ceiling. He wondered, just for a second, if she needed her medication. "Fred! It's all shit. Shit!" She spat out when she saw him. "Honey, what's the matter?" He replied, holding his arms out. She ran into his arms so quickly that he nearly stumbled backwards. "The piranha died and I can't fucking paint with him just floating there, lifeless...." She explained. Fred looked over at the tank that nearly filled the studio and exact replica of Las Vegas that was submerged inside of it. Sanchez, the piranha, bobbed on the surface, like a black dead sun over the illuminated city. "I don't know, he makes quite a statement like that, doesn't he?" He offered. "Fred! My work is about life and nature, not dead fucking fish!" She said, but there was a trace of a laugh in her voice. Fred didn't always understand what his wife's art but he loved to see her face light up when she discussed it. "I've gotten paint all over you..." Justine whispered apologetically. "It doesn't matter." He said and swept her, theatrically, into a passionate kiss. He put a hand through her hair, giving her a streak of blue. "You get me so hot, you know that?" He asked, once his tongue was released from her mouth. "Likewise, baby." She breathed as she lay down on the floor and pulled her man down on top of her. He struggled to keep his balance as he tried to undo his shirt. "No, lets do it with our clothes on, like you need me so much that you can't wait, even a second." Justine implored huskily. Fred gave a throaty laugh and locked his lips onto hers. With an easy motion he pushed his hand under her skirt and tugged down her panties. He hurriedly pulled out his erect cock and tried to insert himself. The slippery floor meant that Justine slid away from him every time that he made a thrust. Justine laughed and Fred growled with impatient frustration. "I think that you need a little help..." Justine teased as she rolled him off of her. "No fair...I'd have gotten there..." Fred whined. Justine sat on top of her strong, muscular man. He scooped up a handful of paint and held on to her covered tits. The wet liquid made the fabric of her blouse cling to her flesh and display her hard nipples. "That feels so weird..." She giggled. "Hmmm...." He moaned as, somewhere under her skirt, her pussy constricted around his dick. She bent over him and gazed into his eyes. Her hair fell about him. For timeless minutes nothing existed in his world except Justine's perfect face and the welcome depth of her pussy. Justine rode him; experimenting and varying her pace and angle. He could see that she was considering each sensation for preference thoughtfully. He chuckled, put a red hand on her ass and squeezed. "Ah. Ah. That's it.... whew...yeah." She groaned, and tore open her ruined shirt, buttons popping all over. She lent over to the left, brought her right knee up and placed one hand on the floor. Fred watched, breathing hard, as she shut her eyes and began tossing her head around. "God. Aaaaaaaaaah." She cried. "Cumming, baby?" Fred asked from below her. She opened her eyes a fraction, bit her lip and nodded. "Ohhhhhhhhh....God." She yelled as she climaxed. Nothing turned Fred on more than seeing Justine reach ecstasy and he knew his orgasm was not far away. He pulled himself up so that their bodies were rubbing and squelching together. He grabbed her ass and began to hump into her, wanting his own relief now. He shot into her slick tunnel, rocking her till he was spent. "We need to shower." +++++++++ "How was your day?" Justine asked as she ran the soapy sponge over her husband's fit body. "The Wardogz hit another liquor store. There was one casualty: the Korean guy who owned the place. His family were in pieces." He replied, sorrowfully. "You'll catch them and put them away, Freddie." She assured her detective husband. "I don't know, babe. We're not catching any breaks at the moment. These guys are good, Vincenzi especially." She put her comforting arms around him and they swayed together under the hot water. "You always make me feel better, honey." Fred told his wife and rubbed her back. ++++++++++ "Hey Dobbs!" Detective Fletcher shouted across the room to where his partner was sitting on the phone. "What's up?" Fred asked, hanging up the phone. "Some kind citizen just sent us something you should see." Fletcher said back, waving an envelope in the air. Fletcher sat down and pulled out a photo. Detective Fred Dobbs pulled his chair closer to get a better look. "That's Vincenzi coming out of a restaurant. We've got hundreds like this!" He moaned. "Ah, patience, young Dobbs..." Fletcher teased as he pulled out another photo. "Whoa, who's the woman?" Fred exclaimed. " She's a stunner, huh? She looks a bit high class to be hanging around with a thug like Vincenzi, don't she?" Fletcher postulated. "You called the restaurant, to see if they know who she is?" Fred said, spitting on his desk in his enthusiasm. "Believe it or not Dobbs, I do know how to do my job." Fletcher informed him and went for coffee. "Fletcher!" Fred cried, jumping to his feet and chasing after the older man. "Who is she?" "Claudine Stempton." Fletcher surrendered and wiggled his eyebrows. "Like the Own-Half-Of-The-City Stemptons?!" Fred groaned. "Think she might be a friend of your wife's? She used to rank amongst the city elite, dint she? They're about the right age." "Justine never wanted anything to do with all that lot." Fred said coldly. "Still, ask her, won't you, when you get back home tonight." Fletcher instructed. Fred glared at him, but let his anger pass. "Any idea where Miss Stempton is now, oh Great Wise Man?" He asked with a trace of sarcasm. "As a matter of fact...I do!" +++++++++++ "Hello Miss Stempton, Detectives Fletcher and Dobbs." Fletcher said, as they flashed their badges. "Can we come in?" "Anything for the law, detectives." She answered in a clipped, polished accent. She stepped back and held the door wide. "Nice apartment you have here, Miss Stempton." Fletcher said, looking around. "Claudine, please." She asked them. "Do you recognise this man?" Fletcher said and withdrew the photo of Vincenzi. "Of course. I'm currently dating Paulo Vincenzi." She answered with a friendly tone. "Slumming it a bit, ain't you? Maybe you like a bit of rough now and again?" Fletcher proposed. Fred successfully repressed the urge to swear as Claudine's eyes narrowed and her stance shifted. "Would either of you like some tea?" She smiled insincerely. Dobbs nodded. "Coffee, if you don't mind." Fletcher requested. The two detectives watched as the young, elegant and expensively dressed woman pivoted on her heels and left the room. "Fletcher! She's the first lead we've had in months..." Dobbs hissed though taut lips. "What!? Go and speak to her whilst I poke around!" Fletcher growled back, forcefully. +++++++++++ "Hello Miss Stempton, anything I can help with?" "Oh Detective Dobbs, wasn't it? I told you to call me Claudine. And I think I can handle two teas and a coffee by myself." She laughed as she opened her porcelain tea caddy. "Your partner is small, vulgar man, Detective." She turned and watched the expression run over Dobbs' handsome and boyish face. "He is a little grating..." Dobbs' agreed. " I really want to help you anyway I can, you know." She stated, as she moved closer to him and handed him his hot drink. She smiled when she saw his expression, asking himself if she was flirting with him. His face was quite the open book. "Well, shall we go and see what Fletcher has found." She suggested and stalked out of the kitchen, leaving Dobbs' to flush slightly. ++++++++++++ "You know what your 'friend' gets up to, Miss Stempton?" Fletcher interrogated meaningfully. "I know what it is that you keep accusing him of. I've always found him to be quite charming and misunderstood." Claudine responded, blinking glacially. "We'd be grateful for any information regarding any of his acquaintances that you might have met when you were with him..." Dobbs spoke quietly. "Detectives, when I am with Paulo, we do not see or speak to other people, if you know what I mean..." She said emphatically. Her whole body language suggested that she had grown tired of their questions. "If you change your mind about talking to us, our numbers are on this." Detective Fletcher informed her gruffly as he handed her a card. "If I do then I will." Claudine agreed. +++++++++++ "How's your investigation going?" Detective Olson asked Dobbs' a couple of weeks later. "We've rounded up some of the Wardogz' street guys but they haven't uttered a word between them. The Chief is seriously beginning to ride our asses. I've heard that you're not in his good books either." Fred said. "Two bank robberies and two clean getaways. We got the inside men but the rest of the crew are proving elusive..." Olson shook his head woefully. "How'd the bad guys get so wise, huh?" Fred enquired. "Television. CSI is the worst in my opinion. You going to finish the rest of that sandwich?" "I've lost my appetite." He affirmed. "Hey Dobbs, call for you over here." A colleague shouted over. +++++++++++ Dobbs looked around the nearly deserted café and noticed Claudine Stempton seated outside in a corner of the garden. "Claudine, thanks for calling." He said. "No, thank you Fred, for leaving the jerk behind." Fred smiled and sat down. "I know you, Detective Dobbs." She uttered before taking a sip of her latte. "Really?" The detective gasped, astounded. "Oh, only second hand, of course. You married Justine Price and caused all that scandal eight years ago." "Nine years and it wasn't much of a scandal." He protested. "Fred, Justine was the only daughter of Congresswoman Price! Okay, so you didn't have anything to do with her decision to drop out of business school and take up art but you can't deny that you were the reason that she disowned her daughter!" "We loved each other and that was all that mattered." Fred sputtered, embarrassedly. "I remember that my parents thought it a bit hypocritical, considering the way that your mother walked up the aisle six months pregnant...no idea who the father was. Shame about the money, though wasn't it, huh? Wait...I'm sorry...that was uncalled for. You're clearly not that kind of guy." Claudine said apologetically. "The money was unimportant. We have enough to do all right. Justine's been getting a few commissions." Fred explained, earnestly. "Forgive me. The kinds of people I mix with get so caught up in all that stuff." "People like Vincenzi?" He questioned, desperate to turn the conversation back onto familiar ground. "I suppose..." She replied. "That is why you called me?" He threw back. "Yeah. Lets just say that things between me and Paulo have cooled a bit since you came to my apartment." "Listen, if you decide to inform on Vincenzi we can protect you. We do this all the time and know what we're doing." "I think I trust you." She whispered after a moment's reflection. "Come to my apartment next Tuesday and I might be able to give you a name to work with." She added as she stood up. "You'll be all right?" He asked, concern filling his eyes. "I always have been, so far anyway." She threw over her shoulder as she sashayed away. +++++++++++ "I met Claudine Stempton today." Fred told his wife later that night. "She said that she knew you." A strange emotion crossed Justine's face and Fred leant closer. "That was a whole other life..." She said determinedly. "This to do with the case?" Her husband nodded and forked some cannelloni into his mouth. "You should be careful. She used to be pretty creepy." His wife warned him. Fred finished chewing. "Creepy?" He said, surprised that that word was being used to describe the confident and assured woman he had met earlier. "I'm just being silly. I know what a load of shit all that gossip was." Justine answered, stepping down. "Hey, you know what I meant to tell you?!" She said, getting excited. "What?" "I floored Kimo at jujitsu today. You should have seen the look on her face!" She explained. "Ha, good for you, Just. Maybe she'll think twice about badmouthing you in the locker rooms again." He smiled and gave her hand a proud squeeze. +++++++++++++ "Hello, Fred, come in." Claudine greeted him. "How are you feeling about this?" Dobbs asked. "Okay, I guess. I did find something that might be of use to you." She said, inclining her head to a folder that rested on her glass dining room table. He started towards it when Claudine stopped him. "You have to sleep with me before you get to take a look." She said matter-of-factly. "You're not serious!?" He yelped. "Deadly serious." She replied, raising her eyebrows. "You're out of your mind!" He hissed, shaking his head. "Not at all. We could have fun..." She reasoned. "This is totally fucked up." He muttered to himself. "I'm a very sexy woman, Fred. I could do things to you that you wouldn't believe." "I already don't believe this." He snorted. "I'm not going to sleep with you for information. Just give it to me!" He cried. "My mind is made up." She huffed, scowling. "Well, I guess there's nothing more to say then." He yelled as he spun round and headed out the door, slamming the door behind him. He headed to the gym and pummelled the punch bag until his frustration and anger were fully released. ++++++++ The next day Fred was called to stationhouse's reception area. "This was dropped off for you, detective." The clerk informed Dobbs. "Thanks." He said as he took receipt of the package. ++++++++ "This is enough to get a warrant for this Manfredi's place." Fletcher told the chief. His boss reviewed the file Dobbs had provided and Manfredi's record on his computer screen. "There was nothing to link between Manfredi and Vincenzi before?" He asked. "Manfredi has been suspected of supplying arms for awhile but he's discreet and no one could get anything on him." Dobbs explained. "Bring this guy in and search his place." The Chief ordered. ++++++++++ "Well?" The Chief inquired. "We found enough weapons and drugs to put him away but he clammed up once his lawyer turned up. He won't say anything about his involvement with the Wardogz." Dobbs said ruefully. "What about offering a deal? Vincenzi for a lighter sentence?" The Chief asked. "Not going to happen. Manfredi's the fucking loyal type." Fletcher answered. "God damn it!!" Their superior cried and struck his desk. "I want progress on this and I want it yesterday, you hear me!" +++++++++++ "So, you got Manfredi?" Claudine asked Fred sweetly as he stood in her doorway. "Want what else I've got?" "Yes. Thank you for seeing sense and giving me the information." He replied. "Don't thank me just yet." She said as she let him into the apartment. "What do you mean?" He asked, groaning. "You still don't want to fuck me?" She countered. "Jesus! What's with you?! I am never going to fu...have sex...with you!" He exclaimed loudly. "Why?" Came her rejoinder. "Er I'm married!" He responded, thinking the answer should have been obvious. "Fair enough." She yielded eventually. Fred Dobbs watched her warily but his stance dropped from battle readiness. "Sit down, please." Claudine said, walking to the open plan living room. He sat down on the plush chair and Claudine perched herself on the table in front of him. "I'm sorry. I'm just a very highly sexed woman, not that I think that's anything to be ashamed of..." She said. Fred didn't believe her contrite attitude: it never quite made it into her eyes. "So, you've never been unfaithful?" She asked, as if she were just making conversation. Fred stood up. "You're amazing. No, I haven't, if you must know!" He sputtered angrily. "Funny thing, fidelity. I don't think I'll ever understand it." She laughed. "Well that's the difference between you and me! I can't even conceive of cheating on Justine." He hissed. "Really? Why don't you sit back down and tell me about it?" She stated calmly. Fred's eyes narrowed but he relented. "What do you want to know?" He croaked. "So neither of you consider any other people sexually?" "Yeah. See, it's not that hard to grasp." He said sarcastically. "Have you ever been to strip club, since you got married, I mean?" She asked blandly. "Once or twice. Why?" He replied, carefully. "And your wife, she didn't mind?" "It's a guy thing. I went with some mates from the station." He explained. "Justine knows that it's strictly visual and hands off." "So you can look and still be faithful?" "Umm...I suppose." He said, swallowing hard. Any other answer would have been to undermine his own argument. "How about if I danced for you? You wouldn't be allowed to touch, not that you would want to, of course..." "No, it would be wrong..." He choked out. "You just said that it wouldn't be. Just watch me undress for you and you get the details of the Wardogz next hit..." She said, as she removed her cashmere sweater. He couldn't help looking as he saw her nipples poked against the fabric of her t-shirt. His head was pounding with conflict. It just seemed so reasonable... "All right..." He said, under his breath. She stood in front of him. She began to sway and twist, as if to music only she could hear. She stroked her neck with the back of her left hand and slid it down her chest, pushing her t-shirt down to emphasize her huge breasts. With her right hand she undid her hair and shook it loose. Fred gazed at her long legs and her short skirt had ridden up as she'd moved so her crotch was barely covered. She was moving her hips in a subtle thrusting motion so that he thought he'd be able to see between her legs each time. He looked up, blushing. She licked her left index finger slowly and slid her hand under her top. Her arm made the material ride up until her right tit was exposed. She pinched her hard nipple and gave a soft moan. "This is turning me on so much." Claudine sighed, looking him in the eyes. Fred coughed and turned his gaze out of the expansive window and towards the sea. "Oh, no, you have to watch." Claudine chided him, using two wet fingers on his chin to turn his head back to her. He licked his lips. Claudine smiled and ran her hand over her slender belly. She hooked her hands under her top and pulled it off gracefully. The Road to Sixville "Oh..." Fred whispered as her enormous tits were freed. He realised that his cock was hard and straining against his pants. He put his hands over his crotch to cover his embarrassment. "You like what you see?" She smiled. Fred looked away. This time Claudine did not need to correct him; he returned his eyes by himself. Claudine put her hands on his shoulders and leant over him. Her mounds of soft flesh glanced over his face. She looked down and guided a nipple over his stubbly cheek. Fred couldn't see anything but her skin. Her smell was so close and hot. He didn't realise that his hand had grabbed his hard-on and was squeezing and rubbing it through his pants. Claudine twisted her body, and almost inadvertently caused a sensitive nipple to run across Fred's lips. His shallow breaths caused the nipple to be sucked into his mouth. He touched just the tip of it with his tongue before it was withdrawn. His spare hand came up to Claudine's waist. Claudine stood up and removed his hand. "No touching. I want you to be thinking of Justine as you watch." At the mention of his wife Fred groaned with guilt. He had completely forgotten her. He put his sweaty hands down to the sofa and gripped it hard, determined not to digress again. Claudine reached behind her and unfastened her zip. She began to shake and wriggle and the shirt fell down, revealing her red thong. It was stained with her dampness. She turned her back on her observer and clamped both hands on her ass. She twisted left and right so that the sides of her tits became visible alternatively. She spread her legs and bent down. Removing a tender hand from her ass she pushed the panty fabric aside so that Fred could get an eyeful of her sopping shaved pussy. She righted herself, clasping her legs together and trapping her hand between them. Fred could see nothing but her beautiful back and rounded ass but he knew that she was frigging herself wildly. Her whole body froze rigid as she came. Fred exhaled, only just noticing that he had been holding his breath. Claudine smiles and walks into the kitchen. She returns and Fred is standing again, his hands once more covering his erection. "Here you go." She said, handing him a manila envelope. "Thanks." He croaked. He noticed that the paper was smeared by Claudine's moistness and his gut lurched. He turned and walked out of the door. +++++++++++ "Your informant was on the money, Dobbs. We arrested three Wardogz tonight thanks to her. They hit right where she said they would. I want you to keep her sweet: keep pumping her and we'll finally get Vincenzi!" The Chief of Detectives shouted. Fred left his office, not as jubilant as he should have been. ++++++++++ "Baby!" Justine cried from the kitchen as Fred walked in. He heard the sound of a cork popping as he walked down the hall. He was handed a glass as he entered the room. Justine flung her arms around his neck and kissed him. "Champagne?" Fred asked. "Only cheap stuff, I'm afraid, but I had to do something to celebrate!" She beamed. "Maybe you'll get a commendation when you arrest Vincenzi!" "He's not caught yet, honey." Fred cautioned. "He will be, with you on his tail." Justine said proudly as she pulled off his tie and began to unbutton his shirt. "Huh, what's this?" He chuckled. "Can you think of a better way to celebrate?" Justine asked. He answered her with his tongue as she unbuckled his belt skilfully. She left his lips and kissed his chin as she ran her hands through his body hair. He felt her tender mouth on his neck and ears. Blood was racing down to fill his dick and it jutted against his wife's tummy. "Why don't I see to that?" Justine offered. "Here? In the kitchen?" He questioned. "Sure..." She answered as she went down on him. She unleashed his 8-inches and licked him along the entire length of his shaft. She pulled down his foreskin and planted intimate kisses on his helmet. She pulled back. "Want me to play naughty or nice?" She inquired upwards. "Up to you, honey. You know what you're doing." He smiled. Justine giggled gleefully and rubbed her face round his crotch, against his sturdy thighs and through his thick pubic hair. She wagged his cock against her protruding tongue for a minute before gobbling it up. Fred stumbled back, resting his ass and hands on the kitchen counter as his wife sucked and swallowed his cock completely. "Ah....yeas...ah...God!" He yelled as he ejaculated into her welcoming, warm mouth. Justine stood up, looking satisfied at her handiwork. "Let's go to the bedroom. I want to make love to you, honey." Fred told her. Justine nodded. He picked her up in a fireman's lift. Both of them were laughing as he climbed the stairs with difficulty and reached their bed breathing hard. He undressed her, patiently, admiring her lithe body as if he had never seen it before. He laid her down on the bed and stroked her modest breasts. "I love you, you know that?" He asked, pleading in his voice. "I know. What's the matter?" Fred took a deep breath and let it go. He couldn't tell her. She looked so concerned and puzzled. He distracted her from her question by gently thumbing her clit and running two fingers over her delicate pussy. He put his mouth over hers, as if to inhale the moans of orgasm she was emitting. "You're beautiful." He said, looking down at her, flushed radiant beneath him, as he lay on top of her and penetrated her. +++++++++++ "Fred! This is a surprise. The way you ran out of here last time I didn't think you'd be back." Claudine snorted. "The Wardogz just beat up a cop's son as payback. Three broken ribs, a broken leg and over thirty stitches. I want to catch the bastards that did it!" "Okay. Come in." She said, sympathetically. ++++++++++ "I know that you won't sleep with me. The whole adultery thing and everything." Claudine stated. "Well, it means that you only get your sexual pleasure from her, and her from you, right?" "Yes?" He replied, wondering where this was going. "But you wank, right? I mean you can pleasure yourself and Justine wouldn't complain?" Fred blushed. "You do wank?!" Claudine cried. "Well, sure.... but I'm not going to in front of you!" Fred gasped with disbelief. "How old was the kid that got beaten?" Claudine said. Fred groaned. Her logic and emotional blackmail sliced through his ability for reasoning. "I can't just get it up and do it just like that!" He protested. "That's why I got something for you..." She laughed and waved a tape at him. ++++++++++ Fred watched the screen as two women were displayed. Only their lower halves filled the frame. He watched as one hand slipped some fingers into a pussy knuckle-deep. He could hear the recipient cry out. Two women had long been a fantasy of Fred's and he grew hard, his cock visible down his pants leg, watching the lesbian action. He looked over at Claudine nervously. "Just do what comes naturally, Fred..." She reassured him. He watched the television and grasped his crotch. He began to cup and fondle his genitals through his pants. The moaning was growing louder and wilder, more animalistic. Fred winced as the on-screen woman had a whole fist inserted into her, stretching her pussy lips wide. Fred swallowed and licked his lips. He unzipped himself. He glanced at Claudine. Her eyes twinkled her understanding and permission. He pulled his throbbing member out and wiped his pre-cum over his swollen head. He looked over at Claudine and smiled absentmindedly at her look of approval. Though he still gazed over at the lesbian footage, he knew that his wanking was exciting Claudine and in turn it aroused him further. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and stroked one hand over his pecs. The camera angle shifted and one of the video's participants became visible. She was shown rimming the other girl's tight ass. "That's you!" Fred choked at Claudine. "Absolutely." She told him. Fred gripped his cock tighter and tugged it harder. He began to thrust with his hips so that he was fucking his hand. He gazed into Claudine's eyes as he shot his load over his torso and rubbed over his spunk into his hairy belly. Claudine smiled, poured herself a drink and handed him the document that he wanted. "See you next week?" She asked, as he pulled his top back on and put his dick away. +++++++++++ Fred walked into the living room and saw Justine dozing on the sofa. He didn't notice how miserable she looked. He practically pounced on her as he sat next to her. He pushed his hand down the waistband of her jeans and pushed a digit into her. "Fred!" She cried. "I need you be the slut for me, right now." He informed her. "I'm not in the mood. Finton's decided not to commission a piece." She explained. "Be my little slut, baby." He requested again as he pushed up her top and bit her lightly on the breast. Justine arched her back and put her hand through Fred's short brown hair. "I need to fuck you." He growled, cursing unlike him. "Is this a game, Fred? Why didn't you tell me?!" Justine laughed nervously. "Yeah, a game..." He said as he yanked her jeans down. "Okay..." She said, uncertain as she pulled her t-shirt off. In all their years together sex had been fun, loving, sometimes sad and occasionally kinky. The lust in Fred's eyes was base and primal as it had never been before. He shifted to the floor and pulled down her panties. His teeth nipped her clit and he growled like a dog. "Oh, God...Fred." She cried as he grabbed and pawed her right breast. His tongue was flicking in and out of her pussy. "Oooooh...." He looked up and smirked. "Like that, don't you?" He returned to eating her pussy like a man possessed. Her hands grasped his shoulders and she writhed and twisted as feeling of pleasure tingled through her. "God...God...yow...hah...hah...aaaah" She cried, shocked by her own orgasm. Fred didn't let a second pass before he flipped her over and inserted his cock into her quivering pussy doggy style. He thrust forcefully for a few minutes, his hands on his hips. "Justine..." He panted and climaxed, cumming deep inside of his wife's dark tunnel. They both lay there, stunned by the ferocity of the sex. "Are you okay?" Fred eventually asked timidly. "Wow. Yeah. That was different...intense...phew." She said, and smiled at him. "You really needed me that badly, huh?" She joked quietly. He kissed her tenderly and stroked her hair. "I'm sorry about the commission." He told her honestly. "Well, you more than took my mind off it..." She said, raising a pointed eyebrow. They both laughed as they gathered their clothes. ++++++++++++ A week later Fred sat in his car outside of Claudine's apartment. He was deeply ashamed, knowing that his dick was hard with anticipation of what Claudine might throw at him. He finally left his vehicle and approached her building. +++++++++++++ "Caught any more bad guys, lately?" Claudine asked him. "It's a good thing for you that the information you give me is reliable." He told her gruffly. She pulled him to her and kissed him. Her lips tasted so good and he clasped her head to sample more. She put her hands to his ass and drew him against her. She speedily unbuttoned his shirt. He lowered his arms and she pulled his shirt off his body. He shoved her away. "Don't. I mean it." He yelled. "Sorry." She said flippantly. "Still don't want to fuck me?" "You know I don't." He retorted as he wiped her saliva from his face. "I want you to make me cum tonight." She said placidly. "That's never going to happen." "What if I told you that you still don't have to touch me..." She laughed. "The information's worth it." "What do you mean?" He asked apprehensively. "Wait for me in the living room. I'll be right back." She winked as she walked away. ++++++++ "This is Mr Pink." She said minutes later, and introduced Fred to her favourite foot long dildo. "I want you to fuck me with it. There's no harm in it if you're just the hand directing it." "Jesus, you get off on toying with me, right?!" He sighed. Claudine nodded. "Hopefully, you'll have the same reaction..." She bantered back as she slunk out of her purple dress and lay on the rug. She leant up and handed Fred the dildo. He dropped to his knees and eyed Claudine's spread hole. He shifted down, till he was lying next to her. He ran the fake phallus over one of her flawless thighs and circled her labia a couple of times. He could see beads of her natural lubrication down there. Fred ran Mr Pink over her gash and tingled as his fingers also brushed against her. "Put him in." Claudine instructed, her voice like gravel. Fred's eyes widened and he coughed. "Go on..." She chided. Fred began to apply pressure and her pink lips opened to take the plastic intruder. "Talk dirty to me, please." "Well...since you asked nicely..." Fred replied, huskily. "You're a filthy bitch, aren't you?" "Yes..." Mr Pink penetrated deeper. "It's really my cock, that you want isn't it?" Fred asked. "Yes..." Deeper still. "But you can't have it. I'm taken. That's why you want me to fuck you with this, isn't it? Mr Pink was almost three quarters of the way in. "Yes...!" Claudine cried out. Fred pulled Mr Pink out with a plopping noise. "God...." She moaned. Fred positioned himself between her legs and got his cock out. He leant over her. "Watch me as I put Mr Pink all the way inside you. A whore like you should be able to take him easily." Fred spat. With one hand he started to jerk off and the other guided Mr Pink up Claudine's pussy again. "I'm amazed at how tight you are. Mr Pink is really stretching you open now. How does it feel?" He asked. "Good....so...good..." Claudine sang. Fred started to remove and thrust with Mr Pink and Claudine was spasming with sensation. "Yessssssssssss....ah....aiiiiiiiiie..." She shrieked as she came. Fred came at the sight of her gasping for breath: His hot jism landing on Claudine, the floor and his palm. He rocked back and forth with disbelief. Claudine raised her head and looked at the gaunt and pale detective. She struggled forward and took his hand, the one covered in cum. She shot her tongue out and lapped up his cooling seed. "Don't." Fred managed to utter, but didn't pull his hand away. Claudine finished eating and giggled childishly. She pulled Mr Pink from Fred's other hand and waggled it in front of his face. The aroma of her cum on wafted around him. He shut his eyes and prayed to the universe in vain. Fred felt the plastic schlong touch against his lips and he opened them. Mr Pink's head entered his mouth and gave Fred a taste of Claudine's pussy. It was enough to distract him for the revulsion he felt as he sucked the substitute cock. Claudine withdrew it and cradled it against her. Fred opened his eyes. "I'll get you that dossier." Claudine said and jumped up, as if this had been an everyday business transaction. ++++++++++++ "I'm sorry Justine." He said as he hugged her. "I don't know why I can't get it up..." "That's okay...you're under a lot pressure bringing the bad guys to justice..." She reassured him and gave him a comforting kiss. Fred suspected that the real reason was that he had cum so much earlier in the day. He hated the idea that he had spent all his cum on Claudine and not his trusting wife. He felt contaminated. He couldn't believe the man he had become with Claudine: It went against every principle and ideal that he aspired to. Before sleep finally claimed him he resolved to see Claudine one last time and put an end to this nightmare. However she twisted her vile words he was cheating on Justine and would do so no longer. ++++++++++++ A week later he walked into her apartment building, steeling himself. He made it halfway through the lobby when a voice called out, "Detective Dobbs?" "Yes?" He answered as the receptionist walked up to him. "Miss Stempton left this for you." She informed him and handed him a box. "Why? Where is Claudine?" He asked. "She's gone to Sixville. It's her hometown apparently. Some kind of family emergency." Fred thanked the older woman and retreated to his car. He opened the note that Claudine had left for him. "Dearest Fred. I have left town for a while but I haven't forgotten about you. I have left you an assignment to accomplish. In the box you will find a video camera and Mr Pink (unwashed). You must film you and Justine having sex. If your heart tells you that it will be impossible to capture Justine on tape let your cock do the thinking. I am sure that it will find away. Your reward will be the arrest and conviction of Gianni Vincenzi, Paulo's brother... I'll be thinking of you, Claudine xxx" Fred read. He opened the box and found exactly what Claudine had promised. He groaned. All of his resolve melted. Claudine was only telling to slept with his wife and promising him a huge reward. How could he refuse? ++++++++++ "Fred? What are you doing?" Justine asked as her husband rummaged in a drawer. He looked over his shoulder at her on their marital bed. "Want to play another game?" He asked back. "I don't know, what's the scenario?" She teased back. Fred pulled out a blindfold and his cuffs. "We're back to kinky Fred, huh?" Justine laughed. "A little clichéd bondage for a Saturday night?" "Hey...all fantasy is cliché ." He replied, feigning indignation. "Sorry, darling." "The cuffs come later..." He encouraged. "Well, blindfold me then..." She urged. He did and retreated to the closet to find Claudine's gifts. "Fred, where are you?" Justine asked. "Right here." He called back as he got the camera rolling. Before that night he'd told himself it was strictly to catch Gianni Vincenzi but as soon as the equipment had been in his hand his dick had gotten stiff. "Play with yourself. I just want to watch you." He instructed as he zoomed in to focus on her pussy. He walked round the bed to capture all angles of his wife as she masturbated. Her left hand was roaming over her tits whilst she frigged herself. At first she kept tilting her head to catch sounds of Fred but her fingers were working their magic and she stopped being aware of the room around her. The initial signs of her orgasm were familiar to Fred and once he spotted them he switched the camera to slow motion. The lens caught every second of Justine's pleasure: her bitten lower lip couldn't contain her vocalization of her climax. Her body fell backwards as her muscles seized and clenched. Her tits bounced and juggled as she hit the pillows behind her. "You came good, baby." Fred told her. "When are you coming to join me?" She asked, turning her head to the sound of his voice. "Just a second." He responded as he positioned the camera on Justine's dresser where it would record all the night's fun. He pulled out Mr Pink. It was sticky with Claudine's cum and his dried saliva. He placed it on the bed. Justine felt his arms pick her up bodily. Fred turned her over onto her knees and made her hold onto the bars at the top of their bed. He cuffed her to them. Fred decided to return to the camera so that he could get a close-up of her quaking ass. Through the lens he watched his hand glide down her butt crack. She shivered at his touch. Fred spat on his digits and spread his spit on her virgin anus. "Fred!" Justine said fearfully. "Just my fingers, honey..." He told her. She lowered her head to consent. The Road to Sixville "Oh god ...aw...aw." She whispered as he slipped in two fingers. He twirled his fingers around and stroked her rectal walls. "How's that, baby?" "Weird, but not ....bad." She confessed. "Want to try something else?" He propositioned as he grasped the dirty dildo. "Okay." She agreed. Fred was exciting her with his experimenting tonight. Fred pushed the head of Mr Pink into her wet pussy and began to corkscrew it round a bit. "That's not you..." Justine exclaimed. Fred just smiled. He didn't want to let her know. He began to pull and push at the fake cock. Justine began to pinch and thumb at her clit. Fred got off the bed, leaving Mr Pink hanging out. He positioned himself so that he could work the dildo and film Justine's own efforts. His hard-on was throbbing, but he had no free hand to appease it. The camera or Mr Pink had to be let go. He removed Mr Pink from his wife and licked it. Claudine's juices had tasted so much better he thought to himself. Fred got back onto the bed behind his wife, holding the camera down to shoot his cock pushing into Justine's pussy. "Hold me Fred." Justine requested, not knowing her husband's hands were full. Fred didn't hear her as he was concentrating on ramming her hard and keeping his balance. "Uh....uh....uh...uh" He grunted, and came, squirting so forcefully that his seed gushed out of his wife around his cock. "Fred?" Justine called out. "Shush...." Fred soothed as he kissed his way up her spine. Fred hurried to hide the sinful objects that had given him so much excitement before he unlocked Justine and kissed her. "Did you enjoy that as much as I did?" He inquired. A moment of introspection flitted over Justine's face. "Yeah," She breathed, "I'm not afraid to try new things now I'm with you." ++++++++++++ "Here's the file on Gianni, as promised. Have you got something for me to watch?" Claudine asked a couple of days later. Fred handed over a copy of the tape. To his shame, he had kept one for himself. "Did you like taping it? What got you off more, deceiving Justine....or knowing it was for my enjoyment?" Claudine asked. Fred thought about her words and couldn't lie to himself. He had used his wife to give him and Claudine sexual excitement. "This is finished. I don't like the man I'm turning in to. I'll just have get Vincenzi without you. You're poison!" He croaked, nearly crying. "This was madness..." "Oh, well. It was fun while it lasted." Claudine said coldly and shut the door in his face. ++++++++++ Fred walked into the station like a zombie. Justine would never find out but Fred didn't know how he'd be able to live with himself. Olsen bounded over. "What's the matter with you?" The other detective asked. "Nothing." Fred scowled. "Why are you so fucking happy?" "Look." Olsen pulled a photo out. "That's Wilder, one of the inside men and next to him is Franco Sawyer. He's a convicted bank robber from out of state. We got a tip regarding his whereabouts tomorrow!" Fred heard Olsen speaking but he couldn't stop looking at the third person in the photo. It was Claudine. She stood in the background, looking like an innocent passerby. "I've got to go. Well done Olsen." He muttered. +++++++++ Fred kicked Claudine's door in. He saw her standing at the end of the hall, shocked. A second later she bolted into her bedroom but Fred was racing after her. He forced the second door and grabbed her. He slammed her up against a wall and cuffed her. "You bitch! Fuck! My fucking dick has blinded me. You've been manipulating me along and not just for your sick pleasure.... Sawyer and Vincenzi...you're going to rot in prison." He raged. "You can't fuck me if I go to jail, Freddie." She cried against the wall. "I'm never going to fuck you. Understand me?" He hissed. "Does your cock get hard for every girl you arrest?" She asked casually, rubbing her ass round his crotch. "You still want it? Huh? Huh? He shouted. "You going to give it to me? She countered. "Fuck yes." He yelled, turned her to face him and pushed up her skirt. "What about your loyalty to Justine?" Claudine mused. "My loyalty? I'm going to shoot it up your cunt. I'll give you what you want until you have to beg me to stop." He bellowed but couldn't move. "Do me. I saw the tape. You're a filthy pervert now. Justine can't satisfy you. I'm superior in every way. Give in and accept who you are." He kissed her. He didn't want love or tenderness, just passion, urgency and sin. Their mouths mashed together frenetically. He got his cock out automatically and hammered it into her. "As good as you hoped?" He smiled wickedly. "Better." She struggled to say as he humped away. "Tell me what you are." "I'm a fucking adulterer...." "Ah...ah" "I'm cheating on my wife..." "Yes...more..." "An unfaithful bastard..." "This is going ...ah...to...make me cum..." Claudine warned him. "All I want is to cum in your cunt." "Why?" "Betraying... her... infidelity is the biggest fucking thrill I've ever felt." "Yeah?" "Yeah...I'm married ...but I don't care." "Jesu............s" Claudine screamed as she came more at his words than the cock pillaging her pussy, though that helped. His body twitched and his balls erupted burst upon burst of semen into Claudine's waiting womb. He stood there, pining her against the wall for an eternity. He stumbled back and looked at her. "You're a good boy." She said, patronisingly. ++++++++++++ Six months later. "Honey. If you get this message I waited for you at the airport for ages. Where are you? I'm going to have to get a cab home now!" Justine whined into the receiver. Claudine was in Justine's marital bed. So was Fred. They were fucking under the baleful gaze of Justine's self-portrait. They had been fucking all over the house whilst Justine was in Vegas exhibiting her piece. "You want a glass of water?" Fred asked her. "Sure." She replied, leaning up to kiss him. He walked off and Claudine watched the way his naked ass moved with a smile. He made it into the kitchen just as Justine walked in. "Where were you!?" She cried at him. "I was busy and I forgot." He explained. "Why are you naked? Who's are these?" The second question coming from her lips as she picked up a foreign pair of panties. "Are you....in our house...?" Her lips trembled. "Yes Justine. He is. He's been cheating on you for the last six months." Claudine said, entering the kitchen, pregnant belly first. She wore nothing but a pair of latex gloves. "I don't...believe it..." She whispered, flopping into a chair. "It's true, Justine. I don't love you." Fred added. "I..." Justine croaked, her eyes welling up. "Fred doesn't know this, but you're going to attempt to kill him..." Claudine said in a sing-song voice. "What?! Claudine?" Fred cried as he felt a sharp pain in his gut. He saw his wife jump up in horror and passed out. ++++++++++ Epilogue "Hey they told me you were awake." Claudine leant over Fred's hospital bed. "You stabbed me..." Fred said, remembering. "Several times, actually," Claudine said flippantly. "Shush though...everyone thinks Justine did it." She said conspiratorially. "Huh?" Was all that Fred could manage. "Well, here's the case for the prosecution. There were only her fingerprints on the weapon. She has a history of disturbed mental health. She claimed her husband was cheating on her..." Claudine laughs. "Of course, as far as everyone knows you are a loyal and devoted husband..." "How long have I been unconscious?" He spoke with his eyes wide. "About 5 months. It was touch and go for a while. I thought I'd be raising our son alone." She gave an insincere sniff. "Actually, your heart and soul are mine now; your life was never in any real danger." "What happened to Justine?" "Your lawyer, the one I hired for you, made sure that she went to a secure mental hospital up in Sixville." "Sixville?" He could barely take this all in. "It's where we're all going to live now." She said, as if trying to reason with a baby.