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Headed home after the Birthday Surprise, another Surprise.
Fred exhaled, only just noticing that he had been holding his breath.
Claudine smiles and walks into the kitchen.
She returns and Fred is standing again, his hands once more covering his erection.
"Here you go." She said, handing him a manila envelope.
"Thanks." He croaked. He noticed that the paper was smeared by Claudine's moistness and his gut lurched.
He turned and walked out of the door.
"Your informant was on the money, Dobbs. We arrested three Wardogz tonight thanks to her. They hit right where she said they would. I want you to keep her sweet: keep pumping her and we'll finally get Vincenzi!" The Chief of Detectives shouted.
Fred left his office, not as jubilant as he should have been.
"Baby!" Justine cried from the kitchen as Fred walked in.
He heard the sound of a cork popping as he walked down the hall. He was handed a glass as he entered the room.
Justine flung her arms around his neck and kissed him.
"Champagne?" Fred asked.
"Only cheap stuff, I'm afraid, but I had to do something to celebrate!" She beamed. "Maybe you'll get a commendation when you arrest Vincenzi!"
"He's not caught yet, honey." Fred cautioned.
"He will be, with you on his tail." Justine said proudly as she pulled off his tie and began to unbutton his shirt.
"Huh, what's this?" He chuckled.
"Can you think of a better way to celebrate?" Justine asked.
He answered her with his tongue as she unbuckled his belt skilfully.
She left his lips and kissed his chin as she ran her hands through his body hair. He felt her tender mouth on his neck and ears. Blood was racing down to fill his dick and it jutted against his wife's tummy.
"Why don't I see to that?" Justine offered.
"Here? In the kitchen?" He questioned.
"Sure..." She answered as she went down on him.
She unleashed his 8-inches and licked him along the entire length of his shaft. She pulled down his foreskin and planted intimate kisses on his helmet.
She pulled back.
"Want me to play naughty or nice?" She inquired upwards.
"Up to you, honey. You know what you're doing." He smiled.
Justine giggled gleefully and rubbed her face round his crotch, against his sturdy thighs and through his thick pubic hair.
She wagged his cock against her protruding tongue for a minute before gobbling it up.
Fred stumbled back, resting his ass and hands on the kitchen counter as his wife sucked and swallowed his cock completely.
"Ah....yeas...ah...God!" He yelled as he ejaculated into her welcoming, warm mouth.
Justine stood up, looking satisfied at her handiwork.
"Let's go to the bedroom. I want to make love to you, honey." Fred told her.
He picked her up in a fireman's lift.
Both of them were laughing as he climbed the stairs with difficulty and reached their bed breathing hard.
He undressed her, patiently, admiring her lithe body as if he had never seen it before.
He laid her down on the bed and stroked her modest breasts.
"I love you, you know that?" He asked, pleading in his voice.
"I know. What's the matter?"
Fred took a deep breath and let it go.
He couldn't tell her. She looked so concerned and puzzled.
He distracted her from her question by gently thumbing her clit and running two fingers over her delicate pussy.
He put his mouth over hers, as if to inhale the moans of orgasm she was emitting.
"You're beautiful." He said, looking down at her, flushed radiant beneath him, as he lay on top of her and penetrated her.
"Fred! This is a surprise. The way you ran out of here last time I didn't think you'd be back." Claudine snorted.
"The Wardogz just beat up a cop's son as payback. Three broken ribs, a broken leg and over thirty stitches. I want to catch the bastards that did it!"
"Okay. Come in." She said, sympathetically.
"I know that you won't sleep with me. The whole adultery thing and everything." Claudine stated. "Well, it means that you only get your sexual pleasure from her, and her from you, right?"
"Yes?" He replied, wondering where this w