Small price to pay (Love -1, Lewd +2)

You blow into the breathalyzer, glad that your friends hadn't served anything alcoholic at their house.

Meanwhile, the officer moves over to stand behind Ada, and you figure he's probably just questioning her. You hear a soft gasp, and look over at her. Her eyes are closed and she bites down on the inside of her cheek, letting out a muffled noise that you can't quite place. Everything else is hidden from view, while you stand on the other side of your car and fill up the form given. You feel a twinge of concern, before pushing it down to fill in the form quickly before the officer changed his mind and decided not to be lenient. Pulling out your phone, you check some of your personal details while filling in the fields.

You hear a soft smack and another gasp. When you look over again, the officer is...licking his fingers for some reason? He notices your gaze and gruffly responds, "Get to it, son, I don't have all night to wait fer you to fill in that form."

He picks up the breathalyzer you just used and gives the reading a cursory glance before nodding and replacing the tip with a new, clean one. Then he pushes it into your wife's mouth as she squeaks in surprise. Why would he need to perform a test on the passenger? She wasn't even driving, it wouldn't have been a crime for her to be **** - you think to yourself in confusion.

Soon, you hear an extremely wet squelch and the faint splash of something wet hitting the pavement. The officer pulls the breathalyzer out from between Ada's lips without a second glance at it, before walking over to you and reaching for the completed forms. His fingers are dripping wet for some reason, soaking into the paper and smudging the ink a little as he inspects it. When he notices your confused look, he quickly wipes his hands off with a handkerchief.

"Well, everything looks in order. I'll turn a blind eye to the indecent exposure and take it that you weren't too high over the speed limit. You won't be fined this time, but it'll still show up on your records. Don't let me catch you speeding again, son." He pats your shoulder and waves you off before walking back to his vehicle. His buddy looks up, wondering why he seemed particularly smug.

You climb back into the car, before looking at your wife who's breathing heavily and still leaning against the outside of the car door. "Ada? Get in, let's go."

"A-ah? Yeah, sorry, was a little out of it..." She jerks straight before opening the door and climbing back in. A thin rivulet of something wet runs down her leg, glistening faintly in the dim light of the streetlamps but not quite noticeable from where you are seated. You drive back home in silence, and Ada seems strangely calm rather than shaken up or annoyed. And despite having been interrupted so close to her climax earlier, she doesn't ask you to help her finish. Deciding not to overthink her strange behavior, you both get to bed after such a long, eventful day.

{Note: Your wife has now had her first taste of cheating, and you will not be able to return to a love route past this point.}