Hot and Fuzzy Pt. 01

I looked away and gestured to close the door. It wouldn't look good for the new police sergeant to be reported as a peeping Tom, but as I moved to secure her privacy she shook her head and gave me a timid smile. With that she moved a hand to her right breast and continued to work the toy against herself.

"Mmmm! That works! Oh god that ...oh yeah," she softly moaned as she gazed my way. My cock felt like rock watching this and I moved my hand to feel it through my trousers. I was taking a huge risk if discovered but I couldn't help it. The young woman's eyes moved down to my package then back up to my eyes, the smile expanding as she started to move with more urgency. "Oh God, oh yeah, oh, that's it. I'm cumming, oh, God, YES, YES, YES!"

She raised her hips off the bed as she moved the wand against herself, her eyes on me. What was she imagining? That I was the one there with her, that I stripped off in the corridor, came into the room, removed the vibrator and slid inside her, because I knew that's what I was imagining. Oh my word, that body was something. It wasn't lean like Mel's and her boobs were smaller but it had that newness to it, that hardly been touched look that suggested there were still corridors of pleasure to be opened up within her. I wished I was in there, riding her or her riding me, I was watching her buck against her battery powered assistant and just knew she would love to be fucked strongly, urgently, pinned against a wall with her legs in the air as someone powered inside her. Her eyes met mine as she moved her fingers inside herself and shot a snarling, wanton expression my way.

"Jesus! HOLY FUCK! That's....HMMMMMM!" She went silent and her body tensed as she felt the orgasm take over, her nipples erect, her eyes closed, her stomach tight, her neck taut, before releasing the toy, relaxing on the bed and re-opening her eyes and gazing wantonly at me, all I could do was stare back. The sight before me was incredibly tempting, but I was a married man. I'd made a vow to forsake all others and that's what I'd do whilst we were together. The beauty on the bed gestured for me to come in, but all I could do was shake my head and point to my ring.

"Okay, it's my turn now!" another female voice stated from inside the room and out of my line of sight. There were two of them in there...at least. I had to get out of there. I could maybe get away with being a creepy voyeur with one person but not two. I darted down the hall and made it through the exit door before I heard someone say "hey". Hopefully they didn't see enough of me to be able to work out who I was. I strode through reception and out into the night.

The village square was still, the only murmur being the electrical hum of the streetlights. The shops and public buildings were all closed, save one, the one house that's always open in every town and village across the U.K...The local public house, AKA the local pub.

"Ah, you must be the new police sergeant for the local force?" inquired the landlord, a burly man who matched my six foot height, with a ruddy friendly face and hay-coloured, short hair. He was the latest village inhabitant who was far younger than I would have imagined anyone in this village to be. One more in a long line of pleasant surprises thus far.

"I am, but it's actually the Police service," I corrected him before extending my hand. "Sergeant Michael Angelo. I officially start tomorrow."

"I'm Martin Middlesmith, and this is my wife, Michelle," Martin replied before introducing me to his wife, a stunning brunette who was bursting out of her white blouse, a black bra beneath being conspicuous by its visibility.

"Ello," Michelle said with a lilting French accent.

"Ah, I guess I'm not the only out-of-Towner here, then?" I commented with a nod. "How did you two meet?"

"Oh, many years ago now," Martin began the story with a loving look at his buxom beauty. "This one came here as an exchange student and never left. I guess it all worked out well for all."

"Well for all," Michelle responded, giving her husband a kiss, then another, then they began to French kiss, their hands travelling over each other's bodies as they were moaning into each other. I looked around to see if other regulars were paying any attention to the spectacle on display, but the few people that were in seemed to be more interested in their drinks than what was happening behind the bar and now Michelle had her hand down the front of Martin's trousers whilst his hands were wrapped around her fully-clad boobs. Michelle's hand started to move up and down as Martin moved his kisses to her neck as he slid his hands inside her skirt. I looked around again to see who was paying attention to this but everyone seemed too busy to notice. I looked back and now the skirt was raised and Martin's hands were in his wife's panties squeezing her ass cheeks.

"Oh, oui, martine, oui, Oh, l'amour, mon cheri. Ne t'arrête pas!" Michelle exclaimed as Martin moved one hand from her ass to her back under her blouse and the other hand down the front of her underwear. "OH!" Michelle cried as she started to pull on him more passionately. Part of me was transfixed by what was happening...but...I was also a representative of the law and such a covetousness display could not be allowed to go any further.

"AHEM!" I coughed to alert them to my presence. They disengaged and straightened themselves off, with Martin heading away but not before smacking his feisty wife's backside.

"Ey!" Michelle cried to Martin as he walked away, chuckling. "I am sorree. What would you like?"

"Tonic water with ice, please," I ordered as politely as I could. I was tempted to order tap water but feared there was something in that affecting the area. First the incident at the hotel with the receptionist, the open door in the hotel and now this. When I arrived I thought this would be a sleepy little hamlet with retirees and sewing circles, but there was nothing sleepy about this Hamlet, this Hamlet appeared to be doing anything but sleeping. I may have exited the city but there was certainly action at every turn, just not the action I was expecting. I saw the local paper on the counter with an interesting headline on the front.

LOCAL BUSINESSMAN PLANS TO BUILD DREAM HOME

"Does this paper belong to anyone?" I asked, loud enough that those around could hear.

"I think you'll find that has been left here as rubbish," a tall man, around 6 foot 5, stated from across the bar with slick, black hair and a villain's moustache and an outstretched hand. "I'm Byron Butcher, manager of the local supermarche."

"Sergeant Michael Angelo," I replied, shaking his hand, or rather trying to. it was more like he was shaking mine. "What do you mean?"

"Well let's just say that Raymond Wright, who is also a county councillor from a different district has turned our local paper into little more than a propaganda rag for him and his wealthy friends," Byron replied with a disgusted look at the headline. "If he carries on like this I think his days are numbered. Catch you later, Sergeant!"

Byron headed out of the pub with a wave, leaving me behind with yet more questions and increasingly few answers. I looked around at the locals in the pub, none of whom seemed to be committing any sort of infraction and decided to move on in my exploration of village life, looking back behind the bar before I exited and into the small living room that must have been cosy for Martin and Michelle only to stop in my tracks as the two of them were canoodling yet again but this time in a far more pronounced state of undress as Martin's trousers were round his ankles and his average cock exposed to the air with Michelle's hand moving up and down its stubby length, whilst Michelle had done with her blouse and her tits were now balancing on top of her bra with Martin sucking on her left breast his eyes closed in delight. It was their home so I couldn't really say much and who was I to ask them to shut the door as I stood there watching them. Michelle then looked out to me, standing there, feeling like some kind of peeper or stalker and then winked, smiled and gestured me a kiss with her lips as she breathed her pleasure into the air, before closing her eyes and letting the moment take her as Martin stood upright, kissed her and moved his hand down the front of her black underwear, moving his hand like he was sliding his finger inside her, her head rolling back in delight as he did so.

I was starting to find my breath difficult to come by myself and knew if I didn't move then I'd be mortared in place, unable to take my eyes off the display in front of me. I headed out and breathed the night air in my lungs as deeply as I could. This town was sending my own sex drive through the roof and the one person I wanted to share it with wasn't here to take it out on.

I headed over to the fountain to toss a coin and make a wish, flicked the pound coin, watched as it soared through the air, hit the brick work around the water then bounced inside.

"Make a wish, Michael," I thought as the ripples made their way to the edges. Did I believe in magic? I believed in my eight-ball that was about it, but not in God. So, with praying to some omnipotent being on a cloud not being an option. and bearing in mind the magic eight-ball could only answer my questions, a wish was all I had right now. I thought about Mel back in London and wondered what she was doing right now. Was she with another guy while I was here? Was she with another woman? I'd heard tales about the shenanigans that occurred in her office, was she with more than one person? My own subconscious was torturing me now as bodies pleasuring my Mel flashed in my mind, sweaty, men and women with Mel in the middle of it all. I closed my eyes and wished as hard as a non-believer could. "I wish Mel and I could work things out."

At that moment the phone in my pocket pinged. I got it out and looked at it and there, lighting up the screen was a message.

Mel

Glad you landed safe.

Missing you, too. X

"YES!" I shouted into the air.

"Yay!" an inebriated female voice shouted back. A young woman in her twenties walked out of an alley wearing only a skirt, her breasts uncovered as she jumped up and down celebrating my win. What was it with this place? "Well done. You won!"

"Excuse me!" I started in my most authoritative voice. "Do you mind putting some clothes on!"

The young woman looked around, put two fingers up, pushed out her tongue and went "PLLLLLLLT!"

I'd had enough at that stage, she may have planned to stagger home in that indecent state but I was not going to let this pass. I strode over to her, placed my jacket around her curvaceous figure and held her gently by the shoulders.

"I think you need to come to the station, and it would be really good if you'd let me know where it is," I commented, before a naked man exited the alley with a woman who was missing her skirt. "Oh for fuck sake!"

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On the way to the station I managed to pick up three more scantily clad revellers enjoying the weekend. The only thing I could think was there was some kind of sporting win for the town that had sent everyone into a frenzy. We all went into the station to be met with a duty sergeant enjoying a book by Richard Bachman (whoever he was). He had a kind face, a beard and a friendly demeanor that was ideal for his role within the modern police service.

"Ah, I take it you're the new sergeant. Sergeant Angelo, I believe," he intoned with a cheery manner considering the lateness of the hour.

"That I am. Is there some kind of sporting event taking place today that I should know about?" I enquired, earnestly.

"Well, the bowling green was open earlier," the sergeant suggested unhelpfully.

"Right," I replied before booking in the six individuals for various acts of public indecency (what was it with this place?), all before my first day on the job technically (part of me worried that I would be reprimanded for arresting people before my official start date, but I pushed that feeling aside). With my colleagues' help the process went relatively smoothly and easily and I made my way back to the hotel without incident.

As I entered the building I wondered if I would encounter the same open door I had earlier as I walked down the corridor, thankfully this time it was closed and so I made my way to the honeymoon suite embarrassment-free. I stripped off and brushed my teeth, looking myself up and down in the mirror. All the voyeuristic activities over the course of the day had left me feeling horny as hell and that was reflected in my semi-hard state. I figured the best thing to do was lie back in the four-poster and knock one out over my favourite fantasy of me and Mel and her best friend, Jenny all engaging in a three-way. It never failed to get me off.

The fantasy always started the same with me coming back to the flat with a bunch of flowers only to find Mel and Jenny not in the front room as they usually were, chatting and giggling whilst finishing a bottle of wine, however in this fantasy I come home to a pair of jeans on the sofa and a top leading out towards the kitchen. I followed the trail of clothes and found a skirt, another top and a bra, trailing through the kitchen but no people, then in the bedroom I'd see another bra and two pairs of panties leading to the bathroom where I could hear the water spraying downward but hearing it hit a softer surface. I enter the bathroom only to be met by a sudden burst of steam, like an old pea-souper as the warm water meets my skin. I turn the corner and there in the shower is my beautiful wife, her long black hair, slick down her back, kissing Jenny, her blonde friend in the shower, their hands roaming over each bodies, their skins in complete contrast from Mel's tanned torso with long legs and small body, to Jenny's shoulder-length blonde hair over her milky white skin with a longer body but shorter legs. Their hands moved the soapy foam over each other's skin as their mouths softly touched each other, their eyes closed as their hands slid over their soapy, soaked skin. It was Mel who took the dominant step and moved her hand between Jenny's legs and started to rub her index finger over Jenny's clit as she kissed her friend's neck, Jenny moaned into the air as Mel moved her hand up and down gently over her nub, her other hand round her friend's back holding her upright as their boobs mashed together, Jenny's handfuls being no match for Mel's globes.

"Mel, you're so good at making me...UHHH!...cum!" Jenny squealed with a broad, pleasure-filled grin stretching across her lips as Mel's fingers increased their pace. By now I was solid as I was gonna be, my skin so hot I had to strip off to cool down, my hands removing my clothes as quickly but as quietly as possible so as not to disturb these two heavenly creatures from enjoying this incredible moment. Mel moved her mouth down to Jenny's breasts and took the textured nipple in her mouth, suckling on it as she sighed at Mel's attention. By now I was stroking myself watching them pleasure each other as Jenny reached down towards Mel's quim. Mel straightened up and allowed Jenny to move her hand ever downwards, her eyes opening and noticing me standing there, ready for my cue.

"Hey, honey. What kept you?" Mel asked as Jenny looked lustfully at my wife before sliding a finger inside her and eliciting a groan of bliss from her as Jenny's fingers toyed inside her, the hot water matching the heat from their flesh. I move to the shower door and open it up, both women look at me and smile as I enter with Mel wrapping her arms around my shoulders, her hot, soapy body pressing against me as I move in for a kiss. The shower water is running down our bodies as my hands grab her ass and squeezes as I push her body against my solid cock, my length upright between our bodies as I feel her move gently up and down against me, the water and our bodies making a delightful friction. Mel stops the kisses, moves back to her friend and kisses her some before walking round behind her. "Why don't you show Jenny how much you like her, Michael."

"Hi, Jen," I say as a friendly greeting before moving through the water to kiss the gorgeous blonde.

"I can't believe we're doing this," says Jen as I move my hands over the suds on her body, before moving in closer, our lips meeting for our first ever kiss. It had been years since I'd experienced a first kiss with someone but this was one worth the wait. Jenny's kisses were softer than Mel's as I felt her hand go round my cock and start to softly move up and down. I open my eyes and they instantly meet with Mel's on the other side of Jen, kissing her neck as she cups her boobs. Mel raises her eyebrows at me and moves again, this time lowering herself down to waist height. I felt her hand grab my dick from Jenny and looked down to see her roll my foreskin back and kiss the end, while she also moved her hand up Jenny's leg, making sure she paid attention to both of us at the same time. That's my girl. Mel then kept stroking my rod but moved her face between Jenny's legs, kissing gently up her thighs before moving her face under her bushy hair and feasting on the sweet lips beneath. Jenny lifted her head up but placed her hands on Mel's hair, her face inches from mine. Jenny had a lidded, lustful expression as Mel started to sloppily, slurp between her legs causing Jenny's lips to quiver in delight. The blonde-haired temptress whose hair was now slick back and shiny, the water bouncing off her face as my wife's tongue delved inside her, tantalising her best friend's body. Jenny opened her eyes, leaned forwards towards me and kissed me.

I moved my hand to her breasts, my fingers moving slickly over her moist skin, as I gently mauled her pert but pouty rosebuds, Jenny's hands moving down over my solid chest and abs, through my trimmed hair and joined my wife's hands as her fingers also curled around the base end of my shaft, their fingers touching each other with gentle caresses. I felt Jenny grip my cock tighter as Mel's tongue continued to work its magic, now with a finger massaging her insides as well, she gripped my shoulder with her other hand to steady herself as she started to wobble as the muscles in her leg started to shake. I moved my big left arm around her and gripped her so she didn't sink to the ground as the orgasm that Mel was building up started to take hold.

"Mel, oh Jesus Christ...You're gonna...CHRIST!...YOU'RE GONNA! OOOOOH!" Jenny yelled as she moved her right hand away from my dick and onto my other shoulder, digging her nails in as her body spasmed and she joyfully surrendered to the pleasure my wife was providing. Eventually the shakes stopped and she let go of her grip.

"Sorry, Michael," Jenny apologised as my wife got to her feet, her face dripping with Jenny's juices, looking at both of us like we were both her favourite desserts.

"Hey, if there was an issue, I'd have said something," I stated, my voice slightly more macho than usual. The truth was her nails had hurt like fucking Hell, but there was no way I was gonna mention that now. Hell, my leg could break and I'd carry on. "Why don't we take this to the bedroom?"

Mel flashed a wicked grin from under her brows, we both turned to look at Jenny who bit her lip in an innocent fashion before allowing us both to take her by the hand, leave the shower, all of us still dripping as we walked to the super-king size bed. The two women shared a conspiratorial look and then shoved me back onto the bed, the mattress and frame groaning under the weight of me dropping on there. Mel and Jenny crawl on their bed, their bodies glistening as the light bounces off the droplets on their skin, the two of them moving like tigers towards me, like they're about to devour me, and I lie there like I really don't mind. Mel moved up to my face and stroked my cheek, a lascivious smirk on her lips, before she continued to crawl up the bed, and throw a leg over my face, lowering her cunt onto my mouth. I tucked into her clean twat, enjoying her wriggle on my mouth before a new sensation interrupted the moment, the feeling of a hot velvet glove enveloping my cock as Jenny moaned and sank herself on the better part of me.