The Twins birthday party!
It was a hot, muggy summer night at the Jersey Shore and the boys went out looking to have a good time. We were at a famous nightclub right on the water and the drinks were going down way to smooth. The twins were turning 30 and their names were Chaz and Cameron. They were both single and played the field well.
Milan was married and lived in a fast paced life. He lived for the moment and never really thought too much about the feelings of his wife, and being the life of the party was much more important. He was the life of ever party. Chaz and Cameron were more reserved and thought things out much more responsibility. Amazingly the three of them got along great and there was always a good time when they stepped out for the evening.
Milan was a lady killer. He had more moves than Michael Jordan on the basketball court. He was suave and straight forward about what he wanted and he usually got just that.
The three of them just got a drink at the bar and they are checking out the talent in the establishment. While they are doing just that a dark haired hottie came over and kissed Milan. She was introduced to the twins and she was told it was their birthday. She said happy birthday and pulled Milan away from the threesome by his belt and whispered in his ear. What she asked was if she could have him outside in the parking lot for a car sex. A staple move for Milan.
Milan told her thanks, but no thanks… It would not be right for me to live my friends on their birthday. He did make a compromise though. He told her that the twins and Milan were leaving in 30 minutes and the only way he would fuck her is if she fucks the twins first. She said she could not do it because it would make her a whore and walked away. But she came back 20 minutes later and said she wanted to do it. Let’s get this train moving!
Milan ordered another round of drinks for the twins, the hottie and himself. He could see the excitement in the eyes of his two friends and the eagerness of this whore to be completely taken advantage of. The drink was also a tool to slow things down and savor the anticipation of what was going to happen. We finished our drinks and we were ready to leave.
Milan went to his vehicle and the twins went with Adrianna in her van. She was a MILF, for sure. The two vehicles left the parking lot with Milan in the lead with the twins and the whore following behind. The destination was to Milan’s home. Milan’s wife was working that night late and was going to stay at her parents’ house further north because she had to be up upstate first thing in the morning.
The vehicles came to rest in the driveway of Milan’s home. Milan parked on his side of the driveway and the minivan parked in front of the garage door that Milan’s wife parks her Mercedes. Milan opened the garage door and the four of them went into the house and straight upstairs to a guest bedroom. I think the clothes were on the floor in record time and she had all of her holes filled with manliness. Milan did let the twins throw her the stick first before he finished her off. After the gang band was done Cameron walks out of the room out to the landing on the second floor overlooking the foyer from the second floor he observes a car pull up in front of the house and park. He is watching the car door open and he sees a woman exit the vehicle and walk toward the house. Cameron realizes that this is Milan wife Adrianna and she is coming into the house.
He quickly gets Milan and he looks out the window and comes up with a plan. He tells the twins and the talent to go into the guest bedroom and he will take care of the rest. He tells Chaz to hide his clothes and shoes. Milan goes to the hall closet, grabs a beach towel and wraps it around his naked self. Now he starts to walk downstairs and his wife open the garage door from the garage and enters the laundry room inside the house. She walks through the laundry room and is greeted by her husband.
Adrianna’s first question is “whose minivan is in the driveway?” I told her the twins had brought some girl home and they are upstairs with her now. She did not like the response to much. It was followed up with, “why are you in a towel?” I told her I was just on my way out to the hot tub while the twins did their thing upstairs. That went over like a wet fart in a space suit. Adrianna said we are going upstairs now and I am toward these people out of my house. She wanted to know if this was some type of cheesy motel?
She opened the door and flipped the light on. I did not know what I was going to see. Well the room was lite and I saw quite possibly the funniest thing I could have imagined at that time just before my eyes. The bed was a queen size bed and there were three people in it. The twins were on the outside with the entertainment in the middle. All three had smiles from ear to ear and the drunk look to go with it. My wife told them to get out of her bed and get the fuck out of her house. She stood and watched them exit the bed naked one by one. Once they were all out of bed she closed the door and had choice words for me. We moved downstairs to the base of the stairs and next to the front door which see gladly held open.
As they came down the stairs and passed us to go out the front door they all said goodnight to me and Adrianna. Adrianna replied with a fuck you to each of them as they passed. As the door closed behind our last visitor things did not get any easier.
Now my next play was to remove the smell of someone else’s pussy off my cock before my wife gives me the sniff or taste test. So I was able to persuade my wife out to the hot tub. Once there I knew I was not off the hook just yet. I had to hope my clothes were not left on the floor on the far side of the bed in the guest bedroom where I took them off so quickly. My wife was asking so many questions and was thinking of my clothes.
We finished up in the tub and went back into the house and you guessed it straight to the dirty guest bedroom. Adrianna checked the entire floor, under the bed and in the closet for anything incriminating. Well she did not find anything and now I was thinking I had to find my clothes and shoes before she does. The night was long and the daylight could night get here fast enough.
Once the day broke and I had to get up and go to work. I don’t think I was ever so happy to go to work with a hangover. Once there I saw Chaz (co-worker) and I asked him where my clothes were. He started to laugh and told me where they were. My clothes were at his house. I asked him how he pulled that off. He told me he put two pairs of underwear on, two pairs of pants on, two pairs of socks on, two shirts on, one shoe in his crotch and Cameron put one shoe in his crotch and walked out.
Great thinking!
MOTORCYCLE COP GETS LAID IN WASHINGTON D.C. DURING POLICE WEEK
I remember my first day at motorcycle police school. It was hosted by the XXXX State Police and there were about 35 men standing around (including instructors) and one of the instructors introduces himself. He then tells us that riding a wheel (motorcycle) as cop it is CDI and asked us if any of us knew what CDI was? There were blank faces in the group and everyone was looking at each other. The instructor sounded off with, “chicks dig it, if you can’t get laid on a police wheel, you just can’t get laid.” The group laughed and I never forgot that.
Fast forward to police week in Washington D.C. in May of 2002. I was down in the pit area as they were setting up for police week. We just finished doing VIP high speed police escorts around the city and wanted to check out the pit. The pit area is where all of the police vendors set up their tables and police information about products and technology available.
Myself and another wheel cop were walking around as the vendors were setting up shop. My partner observed two beautiful girls with a dude across the way. I looked and agreed they were hot. Moments later our paths did meet and the blonde with shoulder length hair, bright white teeth, shapely hips and giant cans asked me if I was a motorcycle cop. I told her yes, and asked her if she wanted a ride on the police bike. She said she would love one. I snatched my partner’s helmet and motioned my hand palm up waist high in front of this gorgeous woman. She put her hand in mine and we walked over to the police bike. There is only one seat on a police bike so I had to improvise. So I helped her on to the radio box to have a seat. The helmet was placed on her head and I tightened her chin strap. We exchanged names and went for a ride around Washington DC for about an hour.
In our travels we passed several marked police cars and the boys in blue shouted things like, “you go brother,” and “nice legs.” We even heard several sirens sound in a tribute to this beauty on the back of my police motorcycle. What a sight! Everything the uniformed police shouted made Molly moist between the loins. I just knew it.
When we returned to the pit she told me she was so hot and bothered and she wanted to see me later that night so she could take me for a ride. Fair is fair, I stated. I told her it was a date. We went our ways for the rest of the afternoon and we made plans to hook up at Kelly’s in the evening.
When I walked into Kelly’s Molly was right where she said she would be. And let me tell you sometime, she looked dynamite. She was the best looking girl there, hands down. The night went way to fast. I touched every part of her body while we were in Kelly’s and it was incredible. I wanted her then and there. It was like Christmas when I was 7 years old. I could not wait to get her back to my room and slow things down.
Well our night ended at Kelly’s and we were on our way back to my hotel room. We took a taxi back. She started rubbing my groin in the backseat and unzipped my fly. She went down and the Indian taxi cab driver started to flip out. She did not care and neither did I. I told the dot head to shut up and keep driving. We were both laughing. She stopped a few minutes into the head job and told me it was just a preview. The driver continued to complain the rest of the ride pointing at his religious shrine displayed on the dashboard of the yellow taxi cab. It was a riot. The ride finally ended and it was a great ride on every level. We dismounted the sedan and walked through the lobby laughing, half drunk and straight for the elevator.
We exited on the 7th floor, moved down the hall and opened the door to my room. There were two queen size beds in my room, one for me and one for my partner who was lying in his. Molly was so fired up she did not care who was there. We had wet, sweaty, physical sex and when it was over and we fell fast asleep until morning. The morning came and so did I, again!
She wanted to wear a gun belt while she got banged from behind. So I gave her the first one I could find and it happened to be Dan’s. So I gave her a pounding she will never forget. Oh and neither will my partner because he woke up said, “good morning” while half asleep strolling to take his morning leak. He didn't’t realize what was going on at first and said, “hey bro, (with a chuckle in his voice) she’s got my gun belt on, be careful with that thing!” He went into the bathroom until we were done. Dan got out of the bathroom she went in and took a shower and left. I never saw her again… God bless the police service.
