. since my honeymoon. I think that's why I feel guilty; not because what I'm feeling is wrong – I don't think it is – but because these feelings s...ould be reserved for Nick, my husband.Shit. I just re-read what I've written so far and I sound like a lying, cheating bitch. Even to myself. But I'm not ... at least, I've taken a long, hard look inside and I don't believe I am.What if someone reads this? What if Nick reads this? Holy crap, Nick, are you reading this, baby? I can picture it so. My I told her that I would like to have a chat to this submissive to see if she would be interested in talking with us, regarding joining in as my 2nd girl, the response I got was yes [please ask her].So I called her up (I will call her Diana here) and asked her to meet me on a night that suited her for a hot chocolate & a coffee, she asked why and I told her I would like to have a chat with her about an important matter. So a date and time was set.3 days later she and I met up and I got. "It amazes me you can even think about such things with a concussion." "I have nothing to do but think right now. They keep telling me to rest. So I just sit here in the quiet and, you know, think about things." "Like me naked with a guitar." "Why not?" Ryan shook her head. "Well, I guess if it makes you feel better." "It does, believe me. Anyway, how are things with you?" "Oh, we've had some ups and downs, but mostly it's fine." "Tell me. I need to hear about something besides concussion. The recorder was in the police van, around the corner. And the quality had been perfect. Perfect."Oh, man, you're wet, girly." Tell me you're ready. Say it!" I'm ready." Tell me 'ya like it! Say it!" I like it!"(moan)"Please! Don't make me cum! Please!"And from the inflection, there would be no doubt in anyone's mind that she was already in the throes of an orgasm.If this made it into court, she'd be through as a cop. Hell, she was probably through already. The Captain obviously was trying to.