The evening had been fulfilling. It was just sad it had to end rather suddenly for Andy Clarence and his wife, Sherry. Andy had been awarded a merit plaque by the Lion's Club city branch for outstanding community service and to celebrate; it was going to earn him a column feature in tomorrow's Daily Times issue. Having accepted and given a brief speech in humble grace, he and his wife had taken their leave of the club, in the crowding midst of dozens of handshakes and accolades. They had stopped at a swanky restaurant along Tudor Avenue, which so happened to be a favorite of theirs, to celebrate in aloneness. This had been the same restaurant Andy had proposed to his wife of seven years, and the owner, promptly recognizing them as they walked in was quick to offer them one of his best tables. Andy and his wife had been together since college, and have been married going on four years. Though they didn't have any kids yet, regardless, their relationship was strong and happy.
They ordered a bottle of champagne to go with their dinner and had drained it while still basking in the joy that was the evening. They were struggling not to seem inebriated more than an hour later when they decided it was time they drove home; they shook hands with the restaurant's owner, promised to return the following weekend before they drove off in their SUV. The roads were wet and slippery and since the hour was late, they were nearly deserted and free from traffic. Andy laughed at a comment his wife made about a friend of theirs at the party as he stepped his foot further on the pedal. There was the familiar purring sound of the SUV's engine as he navigated street after street, towards their home.
Sherry unclasped her seat belt and leaned closer towards him. She nibbled his earlobe, giggling shrilly as her hand caressed her husband's arm. Her voice was whispery and seductive. "You know ... this is one of those few times when a girl can actually be caught doing something naughty to her man."
He never got a chance to ask what she meant when her hand fell downward on his thigh, rubbing upwards to his crotch. Andy gasped from the torture she was giving him: sliding her tongue in and out of his ear while her hand caressed his prick from behind his pants. His body shivered inside his dinner outfit while his eyes remained glued on the road.
"Uhhh," she purred at the feel of his erect penis. "Looks like my baby's awake and happy to see me."
"You know you shouldn't be doing this," Andy moaned as her hands unzipped his fly then crawled inside to fish out his manhood. "Wouldn't you like for me to get off the road first?"
"Nah," she answered, lowering her head to breathe down on his cock. She gave its mushroom-shaped head a kiss, making her husband jump in his seat. "I love it this way." Her lips parted as she slipped all eight-inches of him into her waiting mouth. Within seconds she was slurping down on him.
It was a struggle for him to remain at ease with his driving while being pleasured by his wife, but Andy managed to do just that. His free hand pressed down on his wife's blonde mane of hair, urging her on. He gasped repeatedly from the exquisite warmth that was her mouth.
He was less than a mile from their suburban neighborhood when a loud hoot of a siren exploded behind them, followed a split second later by a roving kaleidoscope of red, white and blue lights as a police vehicle cruised out of nowhere beside them. A cop's hand indicated at them to pull over.
"Ahh shit!" groaned Andy with irritation and disgust. "Cops!"
Sherry raised her head from his waistline, feeling mad too at the interruption. "Damn those party poppers!"
The cops' sedan drew to a stop ten feet in front of them, turning off their siren and klaxon lights as Andy pulled to the curb. He hurriedly tucked his shirt back in his pants and zipped up while Sherry fixed her seat belt and acted prim. The street was dark and there wasn't any other soul on it except them.
The police car's doors opened and out came two black cops. One of them, the driver, was a tall, athletic-looking male, while his companion was a female. Both of them carried a 'no-bullshit' outlook on their faces as they approached the SUV from either side. The male cop came to Andy's door; Andy observed the bulge of muscles on his arms and reckoned this was one cop no one ought to trifle with.
"Good evening, officer," he grinned at him sheepishly. "My wife and I ... we're just driving for home—"
"License and registration, please," said the cop brusquely. His partner, the female, stood beside Sherry's door, fixing her eyes on her, making Sherry nervous.
Andy switched on the overhead light then reached into his glove compartment and got the required papers for the cop. "Hope nothing's wrong, officer."
The cop took his time perusing his papers. "Something is indeed wrong, mister. You were doing a 55 on a 30 mile road, that's what's wrong."
"Oh really? Well ... I'm terribly sorry about that, officer. My wife and I—we're sort of in a hurry to get home. It's been a long evening for both of us."
"You don't say?"
"Yes, we live at Marybone Drive, it's not very far from here; just around the next bend." Andy indicated by pointing a finger down the road.
The cop followed his finger then returned his piercing dark eyes to him. "Not very far from here, so then what was the rush with you speeding the way you did?"
"I'm really sorry about it, officer. Really, I didn't mean—"
The black cop brought his face closer towards his and sniffed the air. "I don't like what's coming out of your breath. Have you been drinking tonight, sir?"
For a second Andy was lost for words. "Well, I... it's not like I'm drunk—"
"No more words, sir," the cop cut his explanation short. "I'd like for you and your wife to please step down from the vehicle."
It was Sherry's turn to be worried. "Officer ... for goodness' sake, we didn't do anything terribly wrong—"
The female officer shushed her. "Ma'am, please step down from the vehicle now." Her voice was curt and sharp. Sherry was startled by it and she turned to look at her husband who too was just as bewildered by their current situation but kept on a straight face.
"Don't worry, darling, I'll get us out of this. Just do as she says."
Andy switched off the car engine and stepped down from it along with his wife. The male cop went to the sedan and soon returned with a breathalyzer equipment.
"Sir, would please blow into this?" he presented the equipment to Andy.
Andy did as instructed and blew. The cop noted the figures and nodded his head; Andy looked at him and knew right away that it wasn't looking good for him. The cop came to Sherry and she too gave a similar performance as her husband. The male cop showed the figure to his partner and she too smiled at him.
"You folks are way beyond the limit here," she said. "Looks like we're going to take you downtown. Ain't that right, Sheff?"
"Right as rain, Monique," replied the male cop.
Andy approached the male officer. "Err ... Officer Sheff, can I talk with you for just a minute, please."
