The Sheriff's Accidental Affair

In Part 1, the Sheriff (Tom) pulls over his son's girlfriend (Sara), whom he hasn't met. He intends to prank her into thinking she's in legal trouble, but she misinterprets it as a corrupt cop coercing sex from her. It leads to intense sex that is the best of both their lives. They know in their heads and hearts that it shouldn't happen again, but their bodies may not let them stay loyal to their significant others.

After the intense sexual adventure of Friday morning, Sara tried her best to focus on being the best girlfriend she could as she met Carl's family. His mom, Carol, has been so welcoming and kind. His 18-year-old sister, Candice, has been a blast to hang out with. She's like the little sister Sara never had.

On Friday night, she collapsed in bed as her body recovered from exhaustion and Tom's thick cock. On Saturday night, she wanted to make up for some of her betrayal, even if Carl didn't even know that there was anything to make up for. In addition to blowing and fucking his dad, she had allowed him to fuck her bareback and cum in her mouth which she had never let Carl do. She also got a sexy thrill out of sucking her own pussy juices off Tom's cock, which she wanted to experience again, even if she wouldn't admit that.

Unfortunately, Carl was just too proper. He didn't want to risk impregnating her, so when Sara asked to try without the condom, he insisted they keep it. As Carl built to his orgasm, Sara said she wanted to taste his cum, and that made him cum instantly in the condom. It wasn't bad sex. Completely enjoyable sex, if she was honest, but it paled in comparison to sex with Tom, and it didn't let her even out the karmic ledger.

What made it worse was that 15 minutes after they finished, Carl was asleep while Sara was captivated by the sounds of Tom and Carol's passionate sex. Based on the bedside clock, it was 42 minutes of bedsprings and moans. Sara couldn't help but wonder if she was what had inspired Tom's performance or if this was how Tom always performed.

Carol couldn't imagine what she'd done to deserve this four-orgasm epic from her husband. She hadn't had four orgasms in the past two months. While Carol and Tom still loved each other and found each other attractive, time can lead you into a rut. They had fallen into a schedule of sex every other week that followed almost the same script each time: 2 minutes of kissing, 5 minutes of undressing and Tom playing with her tits, 5 minutes of Tom fingering her while she sucked Tom's dick followed by 5 minutes of missionary. It was usually good for one orgasm a piece, but no new memories.

Tonight was different. Tom attacked her like an animal. He pinned her to the refrigerator and kissed her like he hadn't since their wedding night. While forcefully holding her wrists against the cabinet over her head, he gently nibbled her neck and ears. His free hand slowly slid up her shirt and gently caressed her breast before aggressively pinching her nipple. She moaned and warned Tom that Sara or the kids could stumble upon them at any second.

Tom lifted her like she weighed nothing, and she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. She loved how strong Tom was and how small it made her feel. Tom carried Carol to their bedroom. He tossed her on the bed and locked the door. He climbed on top of her and ripped her shirt in half. Luckily, it was a shirt she'd mentally earmarked to donate.

"Tom, what are you doing? What's gotten into you?"

As he rummaged through the end table and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, he replied in his best press conference voice, "While I hope you enjoy what's about to happen, I will not be taking any questions or requests at this time."

With little effort, he repositioned her into the center of the bed with her head near the headboard. He slapped the cuff onto her left wrist, then fished the cuff around a bar in the headboard and cuffed her right wrist. The sound of the handcuffs unlocked a sensory memory of him handcuffing Sara the day before. The jingle of the cuffs reminded him of she stroked his cock with her bound hands. Lust was overtaking any semblance of logic and emotion.

Tom unbuttoned and pulled off Carol's jeans. He looked down on her helplessly bound to the bed in just her bra and panties. She was a slender 5'6'' woman toned by years of yoga at her friend's yoga studio. She had D-cup breasts that had grown a cup size after each child. They were saggier than when she was young but still exceptional. Her rarely trimmed bush was visible at the edges of her panties. Her hair was already a mess despite having it colored and trimmed for Sara's arrival. Her face and chest were flush with arousal. While this was an undeniably sexy sight, he was distracted by memories of yesterday's conquest of Sara's petite body and tight pussy.

Tom threw off his clothes, noticing that his cock was already fully hard. Usually, they had to work up to that with some help from his little blue pills. He pounced on top of his wife. He gently kissed her lips and then her neck while simultaneously roughly pulling her breasts out of her bra and pinching her nipples. This mix of gentle and rough was driving her wild, and she had no idea it was because of the 21-year-old cocksucker in her son's childhood bedroom.

Tom gently sucked on her right nipple, enjoying how erect it was. He let it out of his mouth and lightly blew cold air on it, sending a shiver through Carol. He then suddenly bit it just hard enough to send a lightning bolt through her body and a loud yelp out of her mouth.

"Oh Tom, YES!"

Tom slowly kissed down her body. He kissed her waist just above her panties. He pulled her panties an inch lower and kissed just along her again. Lust was boiling inside her while Tom teased her. He pulled her panties even lower, revealing her thick bush. Tom couldn't help but compare it to Sara's hairless pussy.

He pulled her panties down to her mid-thighs. He kissed her inner thighs. He let his lips just barely brush against her pussy lips. He let out a slow breath against her wet pussy. She moaned.

He pulled back just a little. Carol whimpered in frustration. Tom then dove in. With a thigh on either side of his head, he licked from the top to the bottom of her pussy and back up. He spread her lips with his hand and licked deeper into her. He probed his tongue into her like a little cock. He slowly moved up and sucked on her clit until she started moaning. He then slid his thick finger inside her and started tickling the top inside wall of her pussy.

Carol was in heaven, trying to remember the last time she was eaten out. Tom was wondering what Sara's pussy tasted like.

Due to her general lack of sexual attention recently, Carol quickly approached her orgasm. "Oh, Tom... Oh! Tom... OH! Tom!... OH! TOM!, OH! TOM!, OH! TOM!, OHHHHHH, TOMMMMMM!" Her body shuddered, and her legs clamped down on Tom's head. She wanted to reach down and pull Tom off her pussy so she could kiss him, but the handcuffs wouldn't allow it. She could only moan as Tom continued to suck her clit throughout her orgasm.

Tom pulled himself up and kissed her deeply, sharing her pussy juices with her. She passionately kissed him back. Tom gripped her by her throat and pulled away, for his lips were just out of reach of her lips.

"Are you ready for my cock?" he said more sternly than normal.

She glanced down and saw his cock more erect than she'd seen it in years.

"Oh yes, Tom. Give it to me. I need you."

Still holding her by the throat and keeping his face next to hers, he climbed on top of her, his huge frame hulking over her petite body. With his free hand, he positioned his cock to rest on top of her pussy. Slowly moving it back and forth.

"Is this what you want?"

With a whimper, "No, please put it in me. I need you."

Putting just the head in and holding it there, "Like this?"

"NO! PLEASE?!"

He pushed in an inch and held, "Like this?"

"NO!" she groaned helplessly.

Another inch and stopped, "Like this?"

"NO! FUCK ME, YOU ASSHOLE!"

"Why didn't you say so?" He slowly pushed himself all the way in. She took his whole 8-inch cock without a problem. Carol moaned with satisfaction at being filled by his rock-hard cock. Tom remembered how long it took Sara's tight pussy to accommodate his whole cock.

He fucked her at an even tempo, completely in control. Spending the entire time replaying his wild sex with Sara in his mind. Tom was oblivious to Carol wrapping her legs around him and moaning unrelentingly. He was remembering Sara's sexy little whimpers as she struggled to take his cock. Tom stared into his wife's eyes as he thought about how Sara's tits jiggled in her dress as she bounced up and down on his dick while Carol screamed his name as she came for the second time.

Tom rolled off his wife. As she dreamily enjoyed the afterglow of her orgasm, he pulled her legs to the side of the bed. With her hands still cuffed to the center of the headboard, he rolled her over. He put her left leg on the ground and kept her right knee on the edge of the bed. She was completely compliant because she was barely aware of what was going on.

Carol's mental fog was just lifting as Tom pushed his cock into her pussy from behind. All he could do was remember how good it felt to pound Sara in the prone position in the passenger seat of her car. All Carol could do was moan. This was her favorite position, and Tom filled her.

Tom kept a steady pace because, mentally, he was miles away fucking Sara. Carol continued to moan her husband's name as he gave her more pleasure than she had in years. The only thing that distracted Tom from his fantasy was his wife yelling, "FUUCCKKK!" as she had yet another orgasm.

Tom unlocked her handcuffs and told her to ride his cock. Carol, who was so full of pleasure and love for her husband, eagerly mounted him so she could bring him some fraction of the pleasure he had brought her. As Carol bounced on his cock, he started imagining new scenarios with Sara beyond their adventure the other day. He imagined fucking her in the bed he shared with his wife. He started bucking his hips to match his wife's. He imagined eating her pussy as pre-cum started leaking out of his cock. He imagined her screaming his name as he approached his orgasm. He imagined cumming inside Sara's unprotected pussy as he blew his load into his wife, sending her to her final orgasm.

They spooned as they fell asleep. Carol savored her feeling of physical and emotional fulfillment. Tom plotted how he could find another opportunity to fuck Sara.

The next morning, Tom found out that his plotting wouldn't be necessary. Carl informed everyone that his Check Engine light came on in his car last night, so he'd have to drive into town and get it checked out. The only mechanic open on Sunday was about a 25-minute drive away, so he'd be gone at least two hours.

Carol let everyone know her plan for the morning was to do yoga and then go grocery shopping in preparation for the party they were throwing that evening, which would keep her out for a couple of hours. Candice said she and a couple of friends would take the boat out for a while and would be back around lunchtime. She asked if Sara wanted to come.

Sara gave a glance at Tom, who gave her a knowing smirk. The Devil on her shoulder said stay back and fuck your boyfriend's dad again. The Angel on her shoulder said let's not kid ourselves we both know what you're going to do. She then said she had just got a paper returned to her by a professor with some comments that she needed to respond to ASAP. Getting it done when everyone was out would mean she could enjoy the party that evening.

Carl left the house at 9:30. Carol was gone at 9:45. Sara and Tom were both as giddy as school kids as they waited for Candice and her friends to leave. Her friends Emma and Sophie showed up around 10:00. Apropo of nothing, Tom blurted out that he had already filled the boat with gas, put life jackets onboard, filled a cooler with drinks & snacks, and prepared a bag with beach towels, the wireless speaker & sunscreen.

"Ummm, all right, Dad. Calm down."

"Ohh, I just want you girls to have a good time."

"Thank you, Mr Carson," Emma and Sophie giggled in unison.

As the three 18-year-olds in bikinis and hoodies left, Tom and Sara stared at each other from across the living room. Sara bit her lip, and she breathed deeply, her chest rising and falling in her tight midriff tank top with tight denim shorts. Tom smiled ear to ear. Sara admired his muscular body in the well-fitted henley t-shirt that he left unbuttoned, showing off a hint of chest hair. The sleeves were tight on his large biceps. Sara realized that even though they had sex, she'd never seen him without his clothes on. She looked down at his khaki shorts with a clear outline of his hardening cock. The anticipation of exploring his body made her wet, and her nipples hardened visibly through her shirt.

As they were both about to take a step forward, the tension was broken by Emma bursting into the room. Tom quickly turned and pretended to be interested in the bookshelf next to him. Looked around and stammered, "Oh, there's my backpack."

Emma, clearly noticing that she walked in on something, slowly picked up her phone from the coffee table and awkwardly said, "Forgot my phone." Before cautiously backing out of the room, then running out of the house and back towards the boat with her friends.

Once Emma was out of sight, Sara and Tom broke into laughter. Tom confidently strode across the room to Sara. He rested his right arm on the wall above her head, looming over her. The mood instantly shifted from levity back to smoldering passion. Tom gently brushed her hair behind her ear, then raised her chin. He stared into her eyes. She melted for him. He leaned in, and she went up on her tiptoes to meet his lips for a kiss, only the second time. This time, with no hesitation or guilt. This was exactly what both had been fantasizing about for the past two days.

Without breaking the kiss, Tom wrapped his arms around her, lifting her like she weighed nothing. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Tom carried her to his bedroom. He threw her on the bed. He swung the door closed with such force it bounced off the doorframe and was ajar. Tom quickly took off his shirt and shorts, allowing Sara to gawk at his thick cock straining to be released from his boxer briefs. Sara pulled off her tank top and shorts. She kneeled on the bed in her white cotton bra and panties.

"I wish I had lingerie and stockings and high heels for you."

"Maybe next time," he growled.

The idea of there being a next time or even becoming Tom's mistress sent a thrill through Sara's body. She never dreamed of being someone's Other Woman. She was never tempted by her friends' boyfriends, her professors, or any other taken men. It didn't have a draw for her. But the idea of being a secret slut for Tom felt like her purpose in life.

She crawled to the edge of the bed. She ran her nails along Tom's chest and flat stomach. He was built like a linebacker with broad shoulders, thick arms that were just the right amount of veiny, and a flat stomach. He wasn't chiseled like a model to be beautiful. He was built for strength, not for show. His chest hair was thick and a mix of dark brown and gray. He was so rugged and manly that she didn't know if she'd be able to go back to college boys after this.

Tom gently brushed her hair out of her face. He cupped the side of her face in his large hand. Sara leaned into it. He stroked her chin with his thumb. She moaned contentedly. He just barely rubbed his thumb across her pouty lips. She opened her mouth and sucked on his thumb seductively. She thought about how his thumb felt about as thick as Carl's cock in her mouth.

She released his thumb and rose on her knees so she could kiss his neck, then down to his shoulders and collarbones.

"I heard you having sex with your wife last night. I was so jealous." She continued to kiss down to his chest. She ran her fingers through his chest hair. She flicked his nipples with her tongue, sending a chill down his spine.

"It was your fault. I haven't stopped thinking about you, and I got so horny."

"So you were thinking about me while you fucked your wife?" she asked innocently, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes as she kissed down his abs.

"Definitely, you're all I could think about. I haven't been able to get fully hard for her without Viagra in years, but you turn me into steel," he said, grabbing his cock through his boxers. This confession made Sara's pussy throb. Just like their first encounter, she was completely wet without having been touched.

She was kissing around the waist of his boxers. "Oh, there is steel in here, you say? I guess I'll have to inspect it."

She dragged her nails down the outside of his boxers over his cock. It flexed from her touch. She giggled. She looked up into his eyes, and she kissed up his clothed dick. When she got up to the base, she grabbed the waistband of his boxers.

"It's not too late to stop. The last time was an accident. This is different. If we do this, you're officially a cheating husband who fucks his son's girlfriend, and I am a slut who seduces married men behind her boyfriend's back."

Tom suddenly grabbed her by her hair, looked into her eyes, and, seething through gritted teeth, said, "Door's over there if you're having second thoughts and want to be a loyal girlfriend. My cock's right here if you're my slut."

She took no time to choose. It was obvious what she was. She pulled his boxers down, and his cock sprung up and hit her on the side of the face before coming back down to rest across her face from chin to forehead.

"Good girl. What are you going to do now?" he asked as he released her hair.

"I'm going to suck this big married cock better than your wife ever has. Better than I've ever sucked Carl's."

"How can such a sweet young girl be so fucking filthy?"

"I wasn't until you made me this way." She smiled proudly with his hard cock still resting across her face.

"Show me."

With that command, she instantly switched from giddy foreplay to cocksucking slut mode. She licked his cock from base to tip. She sucked the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the ridge. Without releasing his cock from her mouth, she put her hair in a ponytail with a scrunchy on her wrist.

She ran her lip along the underside like she was playing a giant harmonica. She traced her tongue along the large veins. She lifted it so she could suck on his balls. She dragged her nails down his shaft while she did.

Tom couldn't look away from this beautiful sweet young girl absolutely worshiping his cock. She had the face of an angel with her bright blue eyes and blonde hair. She looked like she should be running for prom queen or volunteering at church, but she was here wrecking his marriage vows and doing everything she could to please his cock.

Saliva was dripping down her chin onto her perfect breasts. The two perky breasts were each a handful. They jiggled and swayed each time she moved her mouth up and down his cock. Her nipples stood out even through the thick material of her bra. On her petite frame, they looked much bigger than their C-cup size. He wondered if they were big enough to titty fuck.

He looked down at her body at her tiny waist that he could almost wrap her hands around. That gave way to her toned ass stuck out. She always thought it was too big, but Tom, like almost every man who saw her, thought it was incredibly sexy. Even though she was partially bikini-cut panties, they couldn't contain her firm ass. He reached down and squeezed her ass with his strong hand. Her entire ass cheek fit in his large hand. He let go and gave it a loud slap.