I was still into my fantasy, and would sometimes imagine my wife was forcing me to eat her lover's cum from her while I brought her to her next orgasm... I imagined she was forcing me to be her cuckolded bitch. I imagined doing this a number of times before I got the nerve to ask my wife to call me her bitch. She didn't like it at first but I told her to play along and after a while she started to get used to it.A short time after that we were out drinking with some friends and were pretty drunk. There will be some officers who decide they don’t like the new chief and will quit. That will cut the numbers even more. Same with training. Training has been cut to almost zero. Even an average training level will pull officers off patrol and away from investigations, cutting manpower levels on the streets even further. So, we are going to have fewer active officers and higher costs, at least for a period.”“Tremendous.”“There’s more. In most departments, police cars and trucks are replaced. It also reminded me of how turned on she was that night in college when we did the deed in the back seat of a friend’s car at the drive-in while he and his date were in the front seat watching the movie.I took another drink of my wine and looked across the table. "Like I was saying, we’d love to. Let’s go get a room."I was nervous as Nixon in front of a TV camera as we drove down the street to the Holiday Inn. Cindy just sat with a huge grin and with her legs crossed at the knee, slightly. He fucked me long and hard. I was having several orgasams. He was so much larger then my husband and he could fuck me hard and fast for quite awhile. We were too hot and horny and fucking like wild a****ls. When we finally came together we just laid there for a few minutes. He told me that he wanted to try to see me on his way back through and he would pay me double what I charged. I just smiled and told him we would have to see. I got dressed and left the truck. As I walked back the the car.