The cop looks at your wife and your hard dick in her hand, then at you. You smile hopefully -- that she doesn't throw you two in jail, or at least rides away. (Though she is pretty hot.)
She locks eyes with your wife, smiles back, and raises her walkie to her face -- clicking it on. "HQ? This is Officer Vasquez. I'm going to take a late lunch. I see a tasty meal I need to eat."
"10-4" replies the radio.
As the cop walks over to the passenger side entrance, your wife yanks you to the rear seat by your dick.
The Missus hops over the side door and slides it open, always the good hostess. "Come right in, officer!"
"Thank you, Ma'am," she responds as she loosens her belt.
Your wife slams the door shut and pounces on the cop, drawing her face close for a deep kiss before the utility belt hits the floor.
"There's just something about a woman in uniform that makes me so HOT!" she whispers.
"You're not bad in your outfit, yourself," the cop purred back.
You're transfixed by seeing your wife locking lips with another woman.
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