Gina glanced sidelong at her husband as he drove them home from the party, wondering what the "little surprise" was that he had been teasing her with all night long. From the time they had started getting ready he had teased and hinted about something special he had planned.

He had come up behind her as she leaned over the sink to brush her teeth. Leaning into her, he had reached around to grasp her perky breast, tweaking her nipple as he did. As he reached around with his other hand, sliding it down her belly to cup her freshly shaven mound, he had whispered in her ear.

"I have a little surprise for you my love," he breathed as he slipped a finger between her outer lips, rubbing the length of his finger slowly along her clit.

Gina's breath had quickened, her nipple tightening in his grasp. "What's that Tom?" she said between breaths.

Tom had pulled her upright, leaning her against his hard, rough chest, sliding his finger back down the length of her clit, slipping just the tip into her slit. She had moaned in delight as he playfully bit the back of her neck. He then pulled his finger back up her slit and pulled away from her, leaving her standing there reeling. "Tonight, my love, you'll find out tonight."

All through their time at the party Tom had found ways to tease her. An 'accidental' brush against her breast; a stolen kiss in the hallway near the bathroom; his breath in her ear as he flicked it with his tongue.

As the car bounced over a pothole in the road, Gina was brought back to the present. Leaning over she whispered in his ear, "What's my surprise daddy?"

Tom glanced over as she sat back into her seat, her short 'school-girl' skirt riding up her thighs. Turning his eyes back to the road he reached over and ran his hand up her thigh to her panties, rubbing at the wetness he found there. "Not yet," he said, smiling. "Not yet."

Gina tilted back her seat, propping her right foot up on the dash, hoping for more than just a tease through her panties. As Tom guided the car over the first of the speed bumps leading into their neighborhood he continued to stroke Gina through her panties, feeling the slight bulge of her aroused clit through the material. Gina, after being kept on her sexual edge all night, could already feel an orgasm building. She began to moan and press against his hand, not even noticing that they were almost home.

Tom pulled his hand back from his work at Gina's crotch, needing both hands to turn the wheel as he pulled the car into their driveway. Gina moaned at the sudden loss of his touch. She sat waiting, not so patiently, for Tom to park the car. Tom left the engine running and killed the headlights, as he pulled the car to a stop in the drive and put it in park. Reaching between his legs to the lever below the seat, he slid his seat back, turning toward Gina as he did.

In the light from the porch she could see his arousal bulging in his pants. Leaning up from her seat she reached over, rubbing his cock through his pants. "My surprise?" she asked.

"No, pet, not yet," Tom growled, as he grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss. He nibbled on her lip, pushing his tongue in to twirl around hers. With his other hand he reached down and unzipped his pants, freeing his cock from the confinements of the garment.

Gina wrapped her hand around his shaft and began to stroke him, feeling him moan into their kiss. Pulling away, Tom leaned his seat back, grinning at the situation. "Suck it," he commanded Gina. "If you want your surprise, suck it."

"Yes daddy," Gina whispered as she leaned over and put the head of Tom's cock in her mouth. Slowly she began to take him in, rolling her tongue around his shaft as best she could with his cock filling her mouth. Tom ran his hand up her shoulder and underneath her hair, to the base of her neck. Spreading his fingers he pushed his hand up into her hair, pushing her down ever so slightly.

Gina, feeling his hand in her hair, began to suck harder and faster. Cupping his balls in her right hand she massaged them gently. Her left hand wrapped around his shaft, using it to stroke in time with her mouth. She squeezed and sucked harder as she neared the top of his cock, less as she dropped back down toward the base, over and over again. Tom groaned, flexing his fingers into a fist. Tangling them into the hair at the back of Gina's head, Tom began pulling and pushing with her movements.

Suddenly Gina and Tom both jumped as they heard a loud tapping at the car window. Glancing at the clock on the dash Tom hid a grin, thinking to himself "right on time."

Gina sat quickly back up in her seat, smoothing her hair and her skirt. "Who is it Tom?" she whispered, fear in her voice.

The tapping started again, more insistent this time, forcing Tom to roll down his window, shading his eyes as a flashlight shone into the car, blinding them both.

"Is there a problem Officer?" Tom asked, squinting up at the well endowed brunette standing at his window, trying not to stare at her breasts.

"We got a report of suspicious behavior, I need to see some I.D.," the officer said, shining the light down into Tom's lap, noting his open pants and hard cock.

Turning the light toward Gina, the officer asked, "What's your name ma'am?"

"Gina," Gina squeaked, trying to pull her skirt down as best she could.

Shining the light down Gina's body to her hiked up skirt, the officer said, "I see, well, could you step out of the car ma'am?"

Tom started to protest as Gina opened her door, drawing a glare from the officer. "You stay right there mister, with your hands where I can see them," she demanded.

Turning her attention back to Gina she pointed to the hood in front of her. "Come here miss," she said. "Face the car and spread your legs".

Gina, not sure what was going on or why she was about to be searched, did as the officer demanded. Rounding the car she stopped in front of the officer, getting her first good look at the dark-haired beauty before her. Trying not to gape at the woman's chest Gina felt herself flush, unable to stop the naughty thoughts popping into her head.

"Turn around and put your hands on the car and spread your legs," the officer demanded again.

As Gina turned and leaned to put her hands on the car the officer pushed her roughly forward, using her feet to spread Gina's legs. This caused Gina's already short skirt to hike up, showing her round, full bottom with the thong of her panties rising up her crack.

Gina stood shaking from the cold and fear, wondering what she had done wrong and why she was being treated so rough. Before she could gather the courage to turn around or the indignation needed to rise up against unfair treatment, she could feel the officer's hands on her right leg feeling for any hidden weapons or drugs. It didn't even dawn on Gina that she wasn't wearing pants or tights and nothing could be concealed.

As she moved up Gina's leg, the officer asked, "Do you know why you are being detained?"

Scared and cold, and unwilling to admit to herself that the touch of the woman's hands was turning her on, Gina cringed. "No," she whispered in a shaky voice.

By the time Gina had gotten out her reply, the officer had run her hands all the way up her right thigh, stopping just short of her crotch. As she started again at Gina's left ankle she spoke in a harsh voice, "You're just a spoiled little rich bitch. Think you can do whatever you want, where ever you want to do it, don't ya?"

Gina whimpered, not sure how to respond. "N-n-no, I d-don't," she stammered as the woman's touch rose up past her knee.

"Think you can suck dick anywhere you want? You're nothing but a high-class whore," the officer growled as she brought her touch up Gina's thigh.

"N-no ma'am, I-i live here," Gina was able to gasp as she felt the woman's hand brush roughly against her wet panties. The officer brought her hands up and over Gina's hips, around her waist and up her ribcage, roughly groping Gina's breasts. Gina fought against the instant arousal she felt but her nipples betrayed her as they stiffened against her shirt and the woman's palms.

"Just as I thought," the woman sneered. "A regular little slut."

"Why isn't Tom stopping her?" Gina thought to herself as the officer released her right breast. Reaching down and removing her baton from her belt, the officer twirled it around, tucking the long end under her elbow. Holding it by the handle she placed the short end between Gina's thighs, pulling it up between her ass cheeks, using it to lift her skirt up over her ass.

"Wha-what are you going to d-do to m-me?" Gina gasped, as she felt the baton sliding back down her rear. Reaching up with her left hand the officer grabbed Gina by the hair at the back of the head, jerking her into an upright position.

"Surprise," the officer purred into Gina's ear, pushing her roughly back down onto the hood of the car. Gina let out a small cry of surprise at the sudden force as the officer pushed her forward, the heat from the hood contrasting with the cold night air on her exposed ass.

As it registered what the woman had whispered into her ear, Gina thought, "He didn't...."

Turning her head to look through the windshield into the front seat of the car Gina saw the grin on Tom's face. He slowly stroked his long cock, keeping his hands in view like he was told, obviously enjoying the show in front of him. Gina wasn't sure if she should be pissed off or excited. Before she had a chance to think about it she felt the tip of the baton press against her panties, rubbing against her clit through the moist material.

"I'm going to teach you how to be a good slut," answered the officer as she untied one side of Gina's panties, letting them fall to hang on her left thigh.

Gina shivered as the woman slid the baton back down and across her clit. Grabbing the edge of the hood by the windshield to brace herself for anything that might happen, she could feel her body respond to the officer. With a quick thrust the woman shoved the end of the baton into Gina's slick hole, meeting no resistance. With her left hand on Gina's hip she guided the tool in and out turning it this way and that. She pumped Gina's cunt with her baton, applying pressure to just the right spot. She could feel Gina's muscles quiver, her juices flowing down the baton over the handle and her hand.

From the front seat Tom watched as the busty woman fucked his wife with her baton. He stroked himself faster as he noticed the baton shine in the light, slick with Gina's juices. Looking through the window he could see Gina's face as she neared the orgasm she was fighting so hard to avoid.

From the hood of the car, Gina closed her eyes, fighting the building orgasm. She knew she shouldn't be enjoying this, knowing there was a woman behind her and not her husband. Opening her eyes she saw Tom nearing orgasm himself, his breathing ragged as he pumped his rod.

From behind, the officer realized that Gina was resisting the feelings she was having. Grabbing Gina's left ass cheek she ran her thumb down the crack of her ass to her hole, allowing Gina's juices to coat her thumb. Sliding her thumb back up to Gina's pucker, she pushed, slipping her thumb into Gina's hole and gripping her ass cheek tight with her claws.

As Gina felt the woman's thumb enter her she gasped. Her body twitched and shuddered as she felt the release of her orgasm. Her pussy throbbed around the baton as she lay panting on the hood watching Tom explode all over his hand in the front seat.

Feeling Gina's hole convulse around her thumb the officer knew she had done her job. She removed the baton from inside Gina, placing it back in her belt. Picking her flashlight up off the top of the car she turned and walked away, leaving Gina lying spent across the hood and Tom spent in the front seat.

"Surprise." Tom mouthed to Gina as she lay panting, looking at him through the glass.