Not your cup of tea (Lewd +1)

Ada bites her lower lip, letting you do the talking. Perhaps she didn't want to be the one to disappoint your excited friends, or perhaps she herself regretted the decision you'd both arrived at.

Still...kinks like these were best left untouched unless there was enthusiastic consent from both sides, so she decided to repress her desires in favor of making your marriage work, as a team.

"Hey uhm...we talked about it for a while and decided, it's just not for us. Not that we'd judge you for your kinks or anything like that, it's just...I don't think we- I can handle things without letting jealousy or insecurities get in the way so..." you trail off sheepishly. Marissa and Andrew seem disappointed, but nod in understanding.

"It's alright man, we understand. I just hope it doesn't change things between us. It'd be a shame if our years-long friendship deteriorated because of something like this...so let's just move past this, yeah?" Andrew reassures you, an awkward silence settling over you all.

"Mm, we won't pester you about this anymore, so why don't you guys stay over for a movie and some dessert?" Marissa offers to smooth things over. She picks a corny comedy film and it isn't too long before the four of you are laughing together again, any previous awkwardness forgotten.

As it gets pretty late, you and your wife excuse yourselves, glad that the night ended on a high note regardless. On the drive back, Ada seems fidgety, rubbing her thighs together in arousal. Clearly the idea of swinging had aroused her, and it was up to you as her husband to make sure your wife was satisfied and happy. With one hand on the steering wheel, you take your hand off the shift and grip her thigh.

She looks at you in surprise but doesn't stop you as you run your hand up her inner thigh to rub at the covered crotch of her thong. While you keep your eyes on the road, she lifts her hips off the seat and wiggles out of her underwear to slide it down to her ankles, exposing her wet little slit to the air-conditioned interior of the car. She moves your hand directly onto her crotch to warm it up and cover it. Her opening and insides feel positively scorching hot in comparison to the cold air.

Ada sucks in a breath through her teeth, spreading her legs wider when you finally slip a finger inside her. You try not to think about how much she must have wanted to fool around with Andrew, for her slit to be this drenched. Her twat sops wetly around your digits, leaking viscous girl-drool onto the passenger seat. She moans under her breath with her eyes tightly shut, grinding her hips up to meet your hand to take your fingers at a better angle, gradually edging closer to a release.

In your excited state, you step on the gas a little too hard, not paying attention to the speed limit or just how fast you were going - not until you speed past a white and black car with the lights off, driving in the opposite direction. You instinctively glance at the speedometer - 70 mph. Shit. Your fingers freeze up inside Ada, her eyes snap open and she straightens up when something seems off. You continue driving with your eyes on the rear view mirror, hoping desperately that the cops didn't clock just how fast you were going. No luck, however, as the cops make a U-turn to go in the same direction as your vehicle, turning on their cruiser lights and speeding to catch up to you.

"Shit. I wasn't paying attention...," You quickly pull your fingers out of your wife's wet slit and quickly wipe them off on your pants, slowing your car down and pulling to the side. You didn't need to land yourself in more trouble than you already had. Soon, the officers pull you over and one of them steps out of the car while his buddy stays seated, scrolling on his phone since he figured his partner wouldn't need back up.

The officer seems to be in his forties, with greying hair and a slight beer-belly. He leans against the driver-side door of your car as you roll the windows down. "Driver's license and vehicle registration." He prompts and you show the relevant documents.

While checking that everything is in order, he continues, "Son, d'you know the speed limit round here?"

"55," you answer.

"And how fast were you going? 15 above the speed limit, that's reckless driving right there." You nod without saying anything unnecessary.

"And what you were doing in the car, that's indecent exposure. That's two things you can be charged for, you know that?" Fuck. So he had noticed you getting handsy in your car.

"Aight, step out of your car, puff into this breathalyzer. Then fill in your details in this here form, and I'll see what I can do if you co-operate. Tell your lady to step out and put her hands on the roof of the car too." He instructs, and you turn to convey it to Ada. If he was willing to go easy on you both, there was no reason not to cooperate and do as asked.

Ada turns a little pink, embarrased since she hadn't had time to pull up her thong. She slides it off her ankles and kicks it under the car seat, out of sight to avoid being asked any uncomfortable questions. Then she steps out to do as instructed, waiting patiently while you went through the procedures.