December 23, 2024

Edymaniac: The Scandalous Wife! (18+)

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Edymaniac: The Scandalous Wife! (18+)

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Yewande knew the risks when she started speeding to get home after working late at the office, but she had a husband and three teenagers to cook for. When she saw the police checkpoint flashing in her front view, she wanted to cry. She had lots of bills and she had to use careful budgeting to get by. She pulled her SUV over to the side of the road and stopped her engine.

A feeling of depression and anger welled up in her body as she watched in her side view mirror as the police officer, a large man, got out of the car and walked toward her. An idea popped into her head. What if she tried to flirt her way out of the ticket?

She had married young and was only thirty-two. And despite all the responsibilities she had and even after giving birth to three children, she always managed to keep herself in shape because she felt she needed to look good for her husband.

Good genetics, good diet and good exercise kept her looking more like twenty-two. Quickly, she loosened her blouse to show some cleavage, tossed her hair and readied a smile.

The policeman tapped on the window and she lowered it and met his gaze with as flirtatious a smile as she could muster. She found it somewhat difficult since she thought the man standing by her car looked ugly and thug-like.

“Driver’s license, vehicle registration and insurance please.”

She quickly handed him the documents. “I’m sorry, officer.”

“Do you realize you were overspeeding?”

“Again, I’m so sorry, officer. I know I was speeding, but I’m late getting home to cook for the family–”

“That may be but by driving over the speed limit you not only endanger your own life but those of your fellow commuters.”

“I know…I know. I used bad judgement.” Yewande sat up in her seat, trying to expose cleavage. “You look like a nice man and I promise I’ll never speed again if you just let me off with a warning.”

The policeman looked with a silent stone face for a moment. Yewande was sure she could see him looking at her breasts.

He made her feel uneasy with his profoundly masculine presence. She beamed a nervous smile and batted her eyes at him as she waited for a response.

Please, please, let me off the hook, she thought.

“Step out of the vehicle, ma’am.” He said curtly.

“Oh please,” she said with a pout and a tilt of the head. “I know I did wrong, but I’m a good person.”

“Step out of the vehicle.” He said with the same curt, unsympathetic voice.

Feeling defeated, Yewande stepped out of the car. As she did it seemed to her the officer was looking her up and down.

“I’m going to administer a drunk test. I want you to step over by that line and walk straight along it.”

“Okay, sir.” Yewande walked over. “But I’m not drunk.”

“Walk a straight line please.” The officer said.

Yewande did. First, she walked away from him, trying to sway her hips side to side provocatively. And then she walked back toward him, looking at him with a suggestively coy face. Again, he didn’t show any sign of emotion. She walked over to him and looked at his name tag, which read: Officer Haruna.

“Officer Haruna,” she said, reading the tag. “Or may I call you Haruna–I really hope that you can forgive me for my impatience driving. I never speed–”

“I want you to take this breathalyser test,” Haruna said.

“Yes, sir,” Yewande said, feeling downcast.

He held the breathalyser machine for her to blow in.

“I’m really a nice person, Haruna.” She said, seeing an opportunity. She opened her mouth and seductively placed it on the machine. Her heart was beating rapidly. She figured she was really going far out of her way to get out of the ticket now.

She began giving it fellatio as she blew. All the time she licked and sucked the tube, she stared at the officer with her lovely eyes. She watched him watching her and detected the curl of a smile on his lips. She began to feel excitement and arousal, not sure if it was just a hope she might actually get out of the ticket.

After the policeman pulled the breathalyser away, she leaned on one leg, curving her body in a flirtatious manner and ran her finger along his chest.

“Maybe if I did something nice for you, Haruna. Then you could do something nice for me, like forget this incident.” She said with her heart beating like a base speaker.

The policeman looked at her, stoic as ever. She knew she was in trouble for sure now. She wondered if trying to flirt your way out of it was a crime. And she also wondered what she would have to do if he took her up on her vague offer.

To her surprise, Haruna began looking her body up and down. He then walked around her, focusing for a while on her ass as he did. He nodded his head approvingly, and Yewande blushed. He stood back in front of her.

“I was just getting off duty when I stopped you.” The officer said.

“So if you want to do something nice for me, then I suggest you drive over to the Eeyilobe Guest House at the first exit and check yourself in. If you don’t–well–I have your license number–and can easily say you drove off resisting arrest.”

Yewande’s mouth dropped in shock. He was taking her up on her offer. Suddenly, she didn’t feel like being seductive anymore.

“Uh, um…I thought maybe–”

“Unless, of course, you to be arrested.” The police officer smiled. “I can do that too.”

“Yes, but I..er–I have a husband and–”

“Then you better call and say you are running late.” Haruna got back into his police car. “I will meet you there in twenty minutes. Oh, and get a king-size bed.”

“But I…I–”

He drove off, and Yewande felt getting arrested would have been a better choice. She thought about not going but then worried about his threat. She didn’t like the idea of being a fugitive from justice, and so without being fully aware of what she was doing, she ended up parked in front of the Eeyilobe Guest House.

The phone rang, snapping her out of her zombie state. It was her husband. She answered it, feeling aggravated with him for having to be cooked for. If it wasn’t for that, she felt, she wouldn’t need to be speeding and wouldn’t be in the situation she was in now.

“Where are you?” Her husband said in a voice that grated on her nerves. “The kids are hungry and we are all waiting for you?”

“The car broke down,” she snapped. “I’m going to be late. Warm up some microwave dinners for you and the kids.”

“How long are you going to be?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “I really hope it will be soon.”

“Okay honey, do you need me to come pick you up?”

“No.” She said. “I will take care of it. Just feed the kids.

She hung up the phone and had an out-of-body experience as she checked herself into the hotel. As she walked to her room, she couldn’t remember if she had paid by cash or debit card. She knew it could cause problems later if she paid via card since her husband would ask, but she had no time to worry about that now.

She opened the door with a card key.

The hotel room smelled like cigarettes and an air purifier. Before her was a king-sized bed, and above her was a ceiling mirror. She paced around the room nervously, keeping her purse tight to her side. She caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror on the outside of the bathroom door.

She posed briefly, trying to picture what she showed the policeman when she flirted with him. She did look attractive and slim in her conservative white blouse and grey skirt. She shook her head, thinking what a fool she was.

She looked at her watch, wondering how long she would have to wait. She thought a dozen times about just heading out the door and forgetting it. To hell with the consequences. She didn’t plan on cheating on her husband–even if she did feel angry at him. Will he be happy enough to get a blow job? Or will he want more?

It occurred to her that she was going to have to at least suck his dick.

“Oh, my gawd.” She put a hand over her mouth, thinking about it.

In university, she had only sucked two men before she met her husband. Both experiences revolted her. She never really enjoyed it, and the thought of having to place her mouth on a strange man’s dick with who she had no feelings disgusted her.

She decided she couldn’t go through with it. She raced for the door and opened it.

Standing there, about to knock, stood the police officer–now dressed in well-fitting trousers and a red polo shirt. A small bag lay on the floor, apparently placed there when he was going to knock. Tucked under his arm was a brown paper bag.

“Hello Yewande, going somewhere?” He smiled, picked up the bag and pushed his way into the room. He tossed the bag onto the bed, closed the door and locked it before Yewande could even think of escaping.

“I just wanted to get some air,” Yewande said, walking to the door.

“I’ll turn on the air conditioner. Why don’t you just have a seat?” He said in a commanding voice.

Yewande obeyed and sat with her purse on her lap in a chair by the window and watched Haruna open the paper bag, revealing a couple of bottles of liquor, which he placed on a table.

Haruna looked so big and dangerous that she felt powerless to defy anything he told her to do. She began to shake as he sat on the bed and removed his shoes.

“Yewande,” he said in a calm, gentle voice. “I’m going to tell you right now that I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do.”

“You won’t arrest me?” She looked at him with hope.

Haruna smiled. “You have a choice.”

Yewande hugged her purse close to her chest. “I don’t know if I can do…it.”

Haruna laughed. “I’ll give you some options. How’s that sound?”

“What kind of options?” She said.

“You can suck me first, or I can suck you first….or we can suck at the same time.” Haruna’s gaze rolled over Yewande’s body. “You’re a beautiful woman and I would love to lick you between your legs.”

Yewande shivered. Her mind was filled with all kinds of nervous thoughts. Right now, she would normally home cooking for her family. Everything had gone wrong.

“How long?” She asked.

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