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A Traffic Stop that goes Terribly Wrong (a differeThis is a highly edited version of a story written by DaddyMd I just flipped roles so for once the wife is the cockold!My husband of 20 years and I were out for a nice dinner in a local restaurant. Naturally, after 20 years, you seem to look for things that can spark the interest of the other or things that keep the excitement alive. I had no idea how the events of this one evening would change our dynamics forever!My husband and I had been planning this nice evening our for over a week. It was a nice Italian Restaurant not far from home, but one that we did not go to often. It was a rainy Saturday evening and we were looking forward to a romantic evening out. We both showered, in preparation and dressed for a nice dinner out and then hopefully, some intimate fun at home after.My husband said I looked amazing, when I descended the stairs of our home: 5” high heels, stockings, a just above the knee flowing dress complete with a plunging neckline that was loose-fitting and allowed her firm breasts to move under the thin material, showing lots of cleavage and the occasional nip-slip. I also added just enough make-up to look sexy with a bit of elegance. Once in the car, he complemented me on my look as his hand found its way to my thigh, just above my knee. I pushed his hand away and said be good so I can drive and smiled as we made the 10 minute drive to the restaurant. I pulled up to the valet and the young man quickly opened my car door. As I walked around the car, the look on this young man’s face said it all. I’m sure that he got a peek down my plunging neckline and then another peek up my skirt as I got out of the car. He was smiling from ear-to-ear and I’m sure that I noticed a boner in his slacks. I reached for hubby’s hand and we went inside to a beautiful table in the courtyard. The wine was fantastic, as were the appetizers, more wine, dinner, desert and the last of the wine. My husband and I talked, touched hands, giggled and had a wonderful evening. I honestly couldn’t wait to get home!Hubby paid the check and güvenilir bahis we had the valet pull our car around. I made a point to tease the valet and definitely gave him a good show as I got into the car. My thigh-high stockings were clearly visible as I lifted my hem and slowly slid into the driver’s seat. Hubby turned to me and asked, “Feeling a little naughty tonight?” I am I replied!With that, he reached up under my dress, I shifted my hips and wiggled out of my satin panties. The valet clearly saw it all.“Did you give him a tip?” he asked.“Not yet” T took out a $10 dollar bill, rolled my panties around it and pressed the window-down. As I turned to the valet, he stepped up closer to the car and I extended my hand.“Here you are” I said, “Have a nice evening.”The valet’s eyes nearly popped out of his head once he saw the crumbled-up panties in my hand. As my wife transferred possession, she smiled, turned back to face forward and powered the window back up and pulled away we both laughed out loud.“You’re feeling a bit more than naughty”, “Aren’t you?”“wait till I get you home” I replied, “and find out.”We pulled away and that’s when he asked:“Are you okay to drive?” “We can leave the car and take an Uber, you know.”“No” I’m fine I replied, as he placed his hand on my thigh and anxious to get home. “It’s only a couple of miles and I’m fine. Plus, it will be a hassle coming back to get the car in the morning. I’m fine” I repeated as I pulled away, his hand reaching up under my dress.Oh My” he commented, “My nasty little wife is a bit turned on, aren’t you?”“Perhaps a bit” I replied, as I opened my legs a little bit wider. I was now definitely distracted as I tried to multi-task driving in the pouring down rain and if the wine didn’t make it challenging enough, getting my very excited wet pussy folds fingered certainly didn’t help. I’m sure that the car was weaving just a bit.I was on the main street, yet only about a block from our neighborhood street when the rear-view mirror lit up with the red and blue lights of a Police car! Both of us jumped as the Police türkçe bahis car added the searchlight to our car, bathing the interior with a very bright white illumination. There was no place to immediately pull over, so I used my turn indicator to notify the Policeman that I would turn on the next street, which also happened to be the street that we called home. Once I made the right-hand turn, I immediately stopped the car and looked at my husband.“I can NOT get a DUI” I said, sounding very nervous. “It will not only cost us lots of money, but the insurance company could possibly drop us altogether AND I might lose my job. They do that now, you know, since I need to be able to use rental cars when I travel for work.”“I asked you if you were okay?” my husband responded, sounding very annoyed. “What are you going to do?”“Maybe….” I hesitated, “Maybe I show a little, he’ll….”“Really?” he asked, sounding a bit angry, “you want to show him some? That’s what you want to do?”“I just cannot get a DUI!” I repeated, “It will affect BOTH of us!” You have to help me do something anything to get me out of this! Then she says oh shit it’s a woman cop!It’s then that I heard the knock of the Officer’s flashlight on my window. I powered the window down, turned my head and looked directly into the white beam of her flashlight.“Good evening, Officer” I said, trying not to blink too much.“License and Registration” said the very deep, confident female voice of the tall, black police woman officer.“Yes Mam” I replied as I reached for my purse. I asked my husband to get the registration from the glove compartment, I couldn’t help but also notice that my dress was still hiked up quite high, exposing the tops of my thigh-high stockings. “Here it is” my husband announced, as he smiled, extended his arm and turned toward me and the officer. The officer took both the registration from and my license from me, looked them both over and then asked:“Where are you going this evening?” She questioned.“We actually live just 8 houses down this road” I nervously relied, hoping that since we were almost güvenilir bahis siteleri home that she might cut us a break, “On the right.”“And where are you coming from?” She asked.“Dinner” I replied.“Have you been drinking? She continued.“Well…” I stalled, “I had a little wine with dinner, but”“Step out of the car, Mam” the officer ordered.“Please” I pleaded, “we’re almost home…”“Your vehicle was weaving” the officer explained, “Now step out of the car” she added more forcibly.I opened the car door and the officer stepped back. As I stepped out of the car, she physically turned me toward the car and pushed me up against the wet car. “Don’t move” the officer ordered.“I’m afraid that my wife’s erratic driving was my fault” my husband Ben spoke up. “Your fault?” the officer asked. She leaned in and kept the flashlight on my husband.“I’m afraid that I was distracting her” my husband added, “as she drove…. I’m afraid that I was a little anxious to get home,” He added, “if you know what I mean.”I could not see my husband, yet I could hear the officers tone… it was strangely sweet, seductive, sexy towards him.“Have you been drinking tonight?” the officer asked my husband.“OH… Only one glass” he lied, “I really should have driven tonight.”The officer’s hand was still pressing against the middle of my back and firmly holding me against the side of my car.“For safety reasons” the officer stated as she directed her comments to my husband, “I’m going to ask that you drive this vehicle home. But I do not want you exiting the vehicle. Are you able to climb over the console and get into the driver’s seat?”“Go ahead.” The officer instructed.What felt like 10 minutes, Again, I could not see what was going on, but the officer maintained his flashlight, and his focus, on my husband. Eventually, I could see that my husband was in the driver’s seat, his seatbelt fastened my husband was actually smiling up at the officer.“I’m going to administer the field sobriety test to your wife” the officer stated, and my heart sank.“Officer” I pleaded, “We only live 8 houses away from here. Is there any chance that…..”“That what?” the officer cut me off. “Hands behind your back. I’m handcuffing you and going to place you into my car for your own safety.”Before I knew it, I was handcuffed and being walked back to her car, I was sop

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