A couple

As Diana and Kristen entered their car, Kristen couldn't hold it in and groaned from the pleasure inside.

"You're good?" asked Diana.

Kristen nodded and said, "I'll put these on when we get there." She lifted up her skirt and slipped the panty from her legs. Diana would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the view of her partner. Kristen chose to drive over to the couple and keep Diana in the loop of what had happened with the two. "For the past few days, we've been receiving calls from this man saying how his wife won't stop cheating on him."

"That sounds like a domestic problem," said Diana.

Kristen then continued, "That's what we thought too until the man on the phone did a complete one-eighty mid-sentence, going from how he doesn't like how his wife is cheating on him too him saying that he will chat with his wife."

"Mid-sentence?"

"Mid-sentence."

Diana shook her head and said, "All the more reason to catch this creep." Diana then noticed that her partner was looking at her strange. "Is there a problem?" she asked.

She nodded, "I don't know, something about your outfit reminds me of something, but I can't pin it down."

"Don't bother, I've been trying to figure that out since this morning," sighed Diana. "But we're here now."

The two pulled up in front of a suburban house, similar to the rest. Kristen got out of the car and pulled her panty back up, feeling the vibrations once more. "Jeez, that will take some getting used to." The two walked and rang the doorbell. Kristen fidgeted with the skirt before the door opened.

A man wearing a white shirt and boxers opened the door. "Hello," he said.

Kristen showed her badge. "My name is Kristen Stewart, and this is my partner Diana Conners. We received a complaint from this address about weird behavior. Are you Mr. Smith?"

The man shook his head, "His wife is in the back of you want me to get her."

"Pl-pl-please," Kristen said. As the two waited, Kristan took a seat on one of the chairs on the porch. She started to laugh to herself as Diana just rolled her eyes. As Diana looked at Kristen, she wondered when did she had the last name, Stewart.

A woman in a lacy nightgown came out from the door. "Yes?"

"Hello, we're from the police station in the city, and we just wanted to ask you any questions on any behavior changes," Diana said.

Mrs. Smith sighed, "Sure," and took a seat next to Kristen. "I know my husband has been complaining about me but now he stopped, and we're all good."

"How... did you know your husband stopped comp-plaining?"

The woman smiled, "Well I told this man on the phone that my husband was annoying and he offered to fix him as he fixed me."

Kristen gasped.