She looked down at him between her breasts and said, “Touch them!”
He reached up and took one of Kammie’s tits in each hand. Kammie’s hips bucked, she looked this stranger in the face as she exploded in an orgasm. It did not take him long after watching her cum. He stood up again and started stroking. Kammie sat up and pushed her tits together for him. He shot several ropes of thick cum across her nipples. Kammie saw some of it land on the company logo of her blouse.
He stood there holding onto the roof of the car, catching his breath. Kammie leaned forward and licked the cum off the tip of his cock. He backed off as the sensation was too much. They looked at each other as they dressed and got themselves in order. Both were silent and possibly a little ashamed about what just happened. It was like they were coming off a high and reality was kicking back in.
“We’re never going to see each other again are we?” he asked.
“Hell no! That was not something I do…I mean I did it this time, but I am a good wife.” she answered.
“Well…what was your name?” he wondered.
“Kammie.” she said, embarrassed that he did not even know her name.
“Well Kammie, let’s agree to never tell anyone about this ok? I think we’d both be in deep shit if anyone found out.” the deputy thought of his career being ruined.
“I won’t tell a soul!” she reassured him.
Kammie left and drove home.
Now here it is, one week later and she had just told this entire story to me.
She told it while jerking and sucking me to an extremely intense orgasm. I was laying there catching my breath, and started to wonder.
“So was any of that true?” I asked her.
“Did you like it? Was it good?” she asked me back.
“It was amazing, but seriously, did that happen or not?” I wanted to know.
“It was just a little something I made up for you silly. I knew you’d like it and I wanted to make you a little extra horny by acting extra naughty. I think it worked.” she giggled.
We turned off the lights to go to sleep. In a little while I could hear her softly snoring. I crept out of bed and went to the laundry room. I found the blouse she’d worn last week.
There it was above the pocket, an unmistakable stain on the company logo.