The Cop's Wife

My phone rang at a little past 10:00 am, pissing me off to no end since I have only gotten to bed around 3:30 am after some pretty hard partying.

"Yeah, what?" I growled.

"Tommy, get shaved and put on a suit. I'll be there in half an hour."

"Nicky, I'm beat..." I started to say into the now dead line. "Shit."

I rolled out of bed and started to get ready. Nick Martin was one of my oldest friends. He was basically a local hood, running low-grade protection schemes, selling bootleg cigarets out of the back of his car, occasionally pulling a little B&E. But he was a buddy, and I even joined in a few of his scams now and again.

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He rang my buzzer and I met him at the front door of my building.

"Hey man, this better be good," I grumbled, tugging uncomfortable at my tie.

"Do I ever disappoint?" He responded.

I just shrugged and followed him to his car.

"You have a tough night?" he asked as he pulled away from the curb.

"Naw, just a late night."

"You look like shit. Did you at least get laid?"

"No, fuck," I grumbled suddenly remembering little Jenny Woodmere telling me she "wasn't that type of girl" and me then going to Burt's to close out the place.

"Well, don't worry. This'll be fun. You remember that prick Joey Saviani?"

"Yeah, he's that cop. Always rousting us out of Burt's for starting shit. Isn't he the one who cracked your head last month?"

"Naw, it was just a fuckin' shiner and that's only 'cause he sucker-punched me," Nick replied defensively.

I could see his mind working.

"Oh shit, Nicky, count me out. I ain't beatin' on no cop. I'm a respectable guy now," and I am, working as a sales rep down at the auto dealership. A shitty job, but keeps the rent paid and me out of stir.

"Man, you're getting slow," Nick sneered, "why'd I ask you to wear a fucking suit if I meant to beat a guy. And shit, I could find tougher fucks than you if I just wanted to break the fucker's knees."

"So, what's the deal?"

"Just relax. Follow my lead. We're here."

Nicky pulled into the driveway of this little wood-frame house. He got out and I followed him to the door. He rang the doorbell and a few moments later a pretty little blond answered.

"Mrs. Gina Saviani?" Nicky asked. "Yes," she answered cautiously. "Mrs. Saviani, I am Detective Nick Martin, this is my partner Sergeant Tommy McGraw." He flashed her what looked to me like a rent-a-cop badge.

"Oh God," she gasped suddenly going pale. "Is Joey hurt?"

"Oh sorry, ma'am, that's not it. Joey is fine," Nicky replied quickly, compassionately. "I shoulda said that right away. I know my old lady would freak too if two cops showed up dressed in suits."

She sighed. "Oh thank God." She smiled. "What can I do for you?"

"Well, although your husband is fine, we're not here on pleasure. We are from IAD, internal affairs."

"Yes," she answered cautiously again.

"I am afraid that in the course of some investigations, your husband's name came up. We don't feel it is anything too serious, but we were hoping to be able to talk to you and maybe clear this up without having to launch a formal inquiry which would have to go on his record."

"Oh, okay, I understand, okay," she stammered nervously. "What can I do?"

"I was hoping you'd be willing to come to our office and talk with us this morning. I am sure it won't take long, and I think it might save us all a lot of trouble later."

She paused for just a second, and I thought Nicky's scam, whatever it was, might be dead in the water, but then she sighed and said, "Yeah okay, I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding. Let me change, I'll be right out."

"That's fine, we'll be in the car." Nicky started to turn away. "Oh, and Mrs. Saviani, I'd rather you didn't call your husband. As I say, I'd like to clear this up without involving him, but if you tell him, we'll be forced to question him as well, and that'll go on his record."

She nodded and disappeared into the house. We went to the car and waited for her.

"What's up?" I asked curiously.

"Just having a little fun. You're used to dealing with people. Jump in when..."

The door opened and Gina climbed in. Nicky carefully backed out of the driveway and started driving slowly down the street. I could see Gina nervously wringing her hands in the back.

"Can you tell me what the charges are?" she asked finally.

"Oh, no ma'am, there are no charges. Just a few questions," Nicky replied quickly.

"What kind of questions?" she asked.

"Well, actually, if it's alright with you I'd rather we wait until we got into the office before getting into that."

"Oh, okay."

I don't know if Nicky was planning to make her jumpy, but the long, slow drive in silence sure seemed to unnerve her. I kept looking at her in the side- view mirror, and I could see her face pulled tight in nervous tension. I also liked checking her out. Despite her name, her face didn't much look Italian. I guessed a Swede had gotten into the woodpile at some point and she'd inherited those genes. Her hair was blond and straight, falling just past her shoulder. Her eyes were blue, but a dark rich blue rather than pale. Her skin was very smooth and quite pale, her lips lush and red.

We were driving downtown, and Nicky pulled into an underground parking lot. It was almost totally empty.

"We're here," he said to her. "The office is basically closed today, and our superiors thought it might be better to talk to you now rather than when a whole bunch of people who might recognize you are around."

"Thank you, I appreciate that, and I know Joey would appreciate that too," she said quietly.

Nicky led her from the car toward the elevator. I fell in behind them, and now got a chance to check out Mrs. Saviani's body. I could see the Italian in her now. She was a luscious little thing, about five-three and all tits and ass connected by a slim waist. She'd probably get fat after having a couple of kids, but right now she was quite a piece.

Despite her nervousness, she walked proudly, confidently. I remembered her type from school. Little sexpots in plaid skirts and starched collars. Always too good for most of the guys, but all sweetness and light for the captain of the football team. I wasn't surprised she'd married a cop.

Nicky led us to the 10th floor. He produced a key and led us into a pretty nondescript office. But before Gina or I could really tell what the business was, he'd ushered us into one of the closed off conference rooms in the back. He sat Gina down in a comfortable armchair on one side of the big conference table.

"Can I get you anything? Water?" Nicky asked.

"No, let's get started," Gina answered curtly.

"Okay, just let me set this up," Nicky replied as he picked up a camcorder and placed it on a tripod opposite where Gina sat.

"I, um, thought this was informal," she said.

"It is, but we still need to tape all interviews. We wouldn't want you claiming we tortured you or anything," he said with a smile. Gina grinned uneasily.

He handed me a file and an notepad, both filled with random junk. I stood by the door. Nicky sat at the table opposite her.

"Okay, Mrs. Savini, I'd like to ask you some questions. Some of these questions may seem obvious or irrelevant, but we need to follow standard procedure as I am sure you understand."

She nodded and Nicky started. The first questions were about her, her name, her age (24), her parents, her education (B.A. from St. Johns), what she did for a living (secretary). Then he moved on to her and Joey. How long they were married (3 years), where they met (at a frat party after homecoming), when they moved into their house (just 18 months earlier).

Gina seemed to relax as Nicky questioned her. These banal and easy questions seemed to place her at ease. And I even jumped in with a few questions about where she grew up (Queens) and what her major (communication) was just so I'd be part of the process.

Then Nicky moved from their house to some financial questions. How much had they paid ($275,000), Nicky letting out a low whistle, "tough on a cop's salary." "Oh, my parents helped," she replied quickly. When they got their car. What kind of vacations they took. Did Joey work on the side? She paused, "yeah sometimes, not much, a few hours here and there. Security at a nightclub."

Nicky was really working her up. Now, they were talking about what it was like to be a cop's wife (scary). Did she resent his not making much, she was an very attractive woman, and some of her old boyfriends were probably making a mint by now. Another pause, "naw, I love Joey. He does fine."

"You sure he only works few hours here and there outside?" Nicky asked, probing.

"Okay, okay, maybe a little more than that."

"Do you know the department's policy on that?"

"No, but I'm sure Joey does."

"Well, do you report it on your taxes?"

"Joey does those."

"Well, make sure he does."

"I'm sure he does," she replied defensively, but she clearly had her doubts.

"How about..."

"Wait..." Gina interrupted Nicky, "is that what this is all about. Joey's extra work?"

"I can't get into that," Nicky replied carefully. "But we are concerned that Joey not open himself up to undue influence."

"You're saying he's being blackmailed?"

"I didn't say that, ma'am," Nicky said softly, clearly implying that was the case. I finally saw where Nicky was going with all this.

I jumped in, "Nick, turn off the camera for a second."

He did so.

"Mrs. Saviani, you're a smart woman. You understand what is going on. But we need to know everything. If we're sure Joey is basically clean we can talk to him privately and tell him he's clear and that he don't have to do anything he don't want."

She looked at me and nodded. Nicky switched the camera back on.

"How about..."

"Wait, I want to change something I said before...." she hesitated before going on, "Joey does work a lot. Has for the past few months. We needed a new roof. And we didn't have the money. I think the taxes are okay though."

"Okay, thank you, I am sure that is not going to be a problem."

Now, Nicky went on, asking about Joey's job, and their money situation. Gina was going into more and more detail, nothing too serious, but enough to get Joey at least a good talking to, maybe even an administrative probation if we'd been real cops, of course.

Now Nicky started going into their private lives.

"Do you think Joey might be involved with anyone?"

"You mean an affair?" she balked.

"I don't know. I understand this is painful, but we need to understand everything that is going on with officer Saviani. That's the only way we can clear him."

"No, no affair."

"Are you sure? No late nights? No unexplained absences?"

Gina paused. "No, I'd know... I'd know," she replied softly.

"Are you sure?" Then it struck Nicky. "How about you? Have you been faithful?"

"Yes," she replied too quickly. "I... I've been faithful."

"You don't sound sure."

She looked down, clearly holding back tears. Paydirt.

"Can we turn that thing off?" she asked point at the camera.

"I'm sorry, we can't."

She swallowed hard. "Okay, I understand."

"Well?"

"Well, I've never slept with another man since we've been married."

"After you got engaged?" She shook her head no. "After you started dating?" Again she shook her head no.

"But?" I asked realizing something was there and an open-ended question would work best.

"Oh fuck it. Okay, last year I went to the Bahamas with my girlfriend. I get more vacation than Joey, so Debbie and I decided to go just the two of us. We were pretty tame, but one night we decided to go out dancing. The guys were all over us, and we got a little drunk. And at the end of the night we'd hooked up with these two local guys."

"Black guys?" Nicky asked.

"Yeah. But real nice," Gina continued. "Anyway, Debbie was pretty turned on. She's single and she was having a good time, getting all touchy-feely with her guy. Meanwhile, the other guy was getting sort of touchy-feely with me, and I guess I didn't push him away.

"We decided to go for a walk the beach, and after a few minutes I realized Debbie and her guy weren't with us. I walked to back and find her, but my 'date' or whatever you want to call him, told me to just relax. He pulled a joint out and lit up, and then he handed it to me, so I took a couple of pulls."

She sobbed softly for a moment before composing herself.

"Shit, I don't know what happened. Next thing I know, we're kissing, and he's got his tongue in my mouth, and his hands are squeezing my butt, and I can feel his hardon pressing against my stomach. He tried to reach between my legs, and finally I pushed him away and demanded we find Debbie.

"He seemed pretty glum, but he agreed. It didn't take long to find her. She was right by the path, with her guy..."

"And?" I asked softly, not wanting to break the spell.

"And? And they were making love or fucking or whatever. He was on top and hammering his big, black pole into her, and Debbie was moaning like a wild woman. I couldn't believe it. And so James, my guy, gets real turned on again, and he starts kissing me, more insistent now. And he grabs my hand and puts it down his shorts against his big hard shaft. So, I'm trying to be nice, push him away gently, 'cause I don't want to get him mad, and it isn't his fault, and his fingers are working their way under my panties. Damn, I can't believe I let myself get in that situation...

"So anyway, I spin anyway from his hand, but he starts getting closer again, so I start stroking his shaft slowly, giving him something even as I try to explain I'm a married woman. And he's pointing at Debbie, and telling me he's going to make me feel good too. So I start stroking him a little harder, and then I got tangled up in my own legs and fell back on the ground. He starts to follow me down, and I know if I let him, he'll be inside me before I can stop him, so I put my hand on his stomach to keep him up and pulled down his shorts.

"He was rock hard, and very excited, his cock leaking pre-cum. So I start stroking him harder, hoping to make him cum. But he wasn't ready yet, and he wrapped his hand in my hair and pulled my face to his crotch. I didn't want to do it, so I tried to just nuzzle his while jerking him off, but he still wouldn't cum and I knew if I kissed him it'd go faster. So I did. I kissed him up and down, and licked the head, and finally took him in my mouth, and finally he came. I manages to pull away after the first spurt, and he was satisfied enough to let me go. Debbie was just finishing off herself and basically went back to the club, had a drink and then got back to the hotel."

"So that was it? Nothing else happened?" Nicky asked.

"No."

"Are you sure? You didn't see James again?"

"I said no."

"When you were together, did he put his finger inside you?"

"No, just in my panties. I pushed him away, remember?"

"You sure he didn't finger-fuck your cunt?"

"Hey! What's going on here?" Gina suddenly demanded. She was on to us. Too late, but on to us.

"Just trying to get the facts. So Gina, what did he taste like?"

"Who the fuck are you guys? You're not cops!"

"What does a nigger's cum taste like, Gina?"

"Bullshit, what is this? Why do you need to know this shit anyway? How the fuck could someone blackmail Joey with a story he doesn't even fucking know?"

"Maybe he does know. Maybe he's trying to protect his slut wife's honor."

"Bullshit, are you assholes cops?"

I smiled. "What's your guess?"

"Shit! Is this some practical joke? Fuck, I knew I shouldn't have said anything. Please guys, if this is some joke, Joey doesn't need to hear that stuff, please."

"No joke Gina. I've just always wanted to fuck a cop's wife."

"Yeah, well fat chance," she started to gather up her things. But before she could stand up, I was in front of her blocking her in.

"What about the tape?" I asked softly.

"Yeah, Gina," Nicky chimed. "We got enough shit on this tape about Joey's extra work to get him tossed off the fucking force, not even mentioning the fun we can have with thatstuff about you and your island stud."

"What do you want?" she demanded.

"I told you," Nicky replied smugly.

"No way!"

"Fine, but think how much fun the guys around the station house will have with that story about you sucking off some nigger down in the Bahamas."

"You guys are sick. How can you live with yourselves?"

"I guess I'll have to go to Confession, huh?" Nicky replied. "Now, why don't you reach over, pull down my friend's zipper, and suck his cock like you did that nigger's."

She looked at Nicky, then at the camera, then at me.

"Shit," she grumbled.

"Do it!" Nicky ordered.

And to my shock, little Gina Saviani reached over, unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock, and slid it into her hot mouth. I had started to get excited the moment I realized the position she was putting herself in, but the second I felt her tongue coil around my cock head, I went rock hard, my throbbing dick sticking almost straight up. Gina was an amazing little cocksucker. Her mouth was incredibly hot and wet, and she knew just how to work her tongue over my shaft as she took me into her mouth. She started bobbing up and down, taking me deeper and deeper until I looked down to see her nose nuzzled up against my pubic hair. She was also slowly caressing my balls. She started bobbing up and down faster, and as she increased her pace she gradually increased the pressure on my cock. A real first class blowjob.

Nicky got up and approached up, looking to get in on the act.

"Why don't you stand up baby, and let old Nicky fuck that sweet cunt of yours while you blow my buddy."

She let my dick fall from her mouth to answer, thoughtfully continuing to stroke my shaft as she did.

"No way you assholes are going to double team me," she said determinedly.

"I don't where you get off saying no to me," Nicky grumbled, "but I'll make you an offer: you can either let me fuck your cunt right now, or I can wait until you're done with Tommy and then fuck your tight little ass."

Gina rolled her eyes. "Fine, you piece of shit, you wait your turn, and then you can fuck me up the ass."

She went back to work on me, Nicky standing close, admiring her technique, and shifting from one foot to the other in anticipation. I was getting ready to blow. Her mouth felt amazing, and the knowledge that Nicky was gonna butt-fuck her next really got me going. Before I knew it, my balls felt like they were on fire, and I shot a huge gob of hot cum down Gina's throat. I pulled away after that first one and spewed the rest of my load all over Gina's face, coating her lips and cheeks.

"Shit, I'd have rather swallowed that," she grunted in response to her unexpected facial.

"Now it's my turn," Nicky said, "strip for me bitch."

Gina didn't even bother to resist. Instead she quickly unbuttoned her conservative blouse, and popped open her bra. Her big, firm breasts fell forward lewdly. Then she stood up and undid her pants, pulling her panties down with them. She was being totally matter-of-fact, but somehow that made it even hotter, pure submission.

Nicky grabbed her around the waist and lifted her onto the table so she was facing him. Then he started playing with her tits, cupping them and squeezing her nipples. She was trying to pretend it didn't bother her, so Nicky pinched her nips until she whined for him to stop. Content, the now focussed his attention between her legs, spreading them wide and running his hands over her carefully trimmed blond muff. Roughly he jammed a finger up inside her, moving it around as she squirmed uncomfortably on the table.

I guess he was just trying to get her attention, because then he took a step back and slowly undid his pants. Gina was trying to be nonchalant, but she couldn't keep from staring at his crotch, waiting to see what the implement of her torment would look like. And Nicky must have realized what the anticipation was doing to her 'cause he was moving extra slowly. Finally with his pants pulled down, he lowered his boxers and freed his rod.