The cop asked Ryan to step out.

"Did you have anything to drink tonight, sir?" the cop asked, leaning down to sniff the insides of the car.

"Just one beer, officer," Ryan answered.

"License and registration, please."

"Sure." Ryan reached inside his wallet for his driver's license while Marlissa searched for the registration paper in the glove compartment.

"New York license but this car is registered to Emily Watson," the cop noted, looking at the paperwork.

"That's me. I mean, this is my car," Emily interrupted.

The cop flashed her light at the two girls sitting at the back. "Sir, please step out of the car."

"Of course." Ryan opened the door and got out of the car with his hands clearly seen by the cop.

"You too, miss."

Emily got out and stood next to Ryan. She produced her driver's license to the police officer.

"The girls had a bit much to drink tonight and I only had one beer so I'm the designated driver," Ryan explained.

"Stay right there," the cop ordered as she headed back to her cruiser.

"Are we in trouble?" Emily whispered.

"I don't think so," Ryan tried to assure her.

"Your paperwork looks fine. You can return to the car, miss," the cop said, handing back their driver's licenses. "But I'll need you to walk in a straight line, sir."

Ryan did as he was told and walked along the white line at the side of the road with ease. He stopped in front of the car and he could see his wife's glowing green eyes despite the blinding headlights. He turned his head and found the cop standing right beside him. "Do you want me to blow a Breathalyser?"

"No, but I want to blow you," she answered with a smirk as she reached down and unzipped his pants to tug out his cock.

He started to protest but the police officer was already on her knees and jerking his cock to life.