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Melvin didn't want to do this job.  His partner, and best friend, Officer Sam
Erman, had been shot and was in emergency surgery.  Officer Melvin Sands and
Sam had been best friends in high school, had attended the police academy
together, and had worked the streets as partners for five years.  Now, with Sam
in the hospital it became Melvin's job to break the news to Sam's wife,
Jenette.

Melvin pulled the squad car into the Erman's darkened driveway.  It was just
after midnight and the house was dark.  Damn, Melvin thought, I wish this could
wait until morning, maybe wait until after I've downed a few bourbon-and-sodas.

He checked off the air and turned off his portable radio.  He knocked softly
on the Erman's door, hoping that Jenette didn't answer.
After a minute he saw light from inside the living room window, then the door
opened a crack.
"Why, Mel!  What are you doing here?"  Jenette asked sleepily, absently
brushing a long strand of blond hair from her face.
"Jen, I have to talk with you.  May I come in?"
"Uh, sure.  I guess," she said, slowly opening the door.  Melvin noted that she
was wearing a sheer silk bathrobe that she demurely held closed with one hand. 
Her firm, large breasts jutted out from her thin chest like twin torpedoes and
her erect nipples cause a stirring in Melvin's shorts.  He tried to avert his
eyes, tried to forget how attracted he had always been to Jenette and how he
had stood by Sam's side at their wedding as the best man while all the time
wishing it were he that would be spending the wedding night with the cute
little blond.
"Is something...wrong?"  Her voice shocked Melvin out of his reverie.
"It's Sam.  He's been...shot," he said gravely.

Jenette's full lower lip began to quiver, her eyes wide in surprise and shock.

She hung her head, her narrow shoulders twitching.  Her palm went to her
chest, helping to define her tits through the gossamer material of her robe.

Melvin sat on a bar stool, letting his words sink in.  He spread his feet and
stared at the floor between them.
"Is it...bad?" she managed between gentle sobs.
"I really don't know.  It looked like a chest shot.  He's in surgery now.  I
can take you to the hospital when you are ready," he said soberly.
"Oh, Mel!"  Jenette flung her arms around Melvin's neck and cried openly into
his strong shoulder.  His arms automatically encircled his friend's wife.  Her
beltless robe now hung open and he could feel her breasts pressed tightly
against his uniform shirt.  His hips were wedged between his muscular thighs
and he sobs caused her pelvis to rub against his crotch.  His cock began to
unwind in his shorts and he feared that Jenette would feel his arousal.  He
patted the back of her head and said, "There, there, Jen.  I'm sure everything
will be alright."

Her perfume was intoxicating Melvin.  He kissed her gently, fatherly, on the
side of her head.  His hand on her narrow waist began to slip slowly down the
swell of her ass.
"I feel so guilty now," Jenette sobbed.
"Guilty?  Why?" Melvin asked with genuine concern.
"Sam wanted to have a baby.  I said the time wasn't right.  Now, he may die
without every having a son.  It was so important to him."

Melvin's hand slowly rubbed up and down on one cheek of her firm ass.  He
couldn't feel any pantie lines and he imagined her bush must be rubbing against
his throbbing crotch.  He looked to his right and saw their reflection in the
glass door of the oven.  He could see a bare tit pressed tightly to his chest
and her flat belly jerking with her sobs.
"Well, you'll have plenty of time, I guess, later, for children..." he offered
weakly.
"No.  I just know it.  Sam's going to die.  Cops always die.  I'll be sitting
there at his funeral all alone."
"I'll be there with you, Jen," he murmured.
"Oh, Mel.  You have always been such a good friend!"  She drew off his
shoulder, her eyes already red and swollen, and kissed him on the cheek.  Now
that she had pulled away from his chest slightly Melvin's eyes went to her
chest.  He could see where his buttons had made little impressions on her
milky-white bosom.  He marveled at how pink and puffy her areolas were.

Suddenly aware of her exposure Jenette pulled her robe over her heaving boobs
and blushed deeply.
"I'm sorry!" she offered.
"It's okay, Jen."

She became aware of Melvin's obvious state of arousal.  She pulled her belly
into his crotch and for the first time felt his burgeoning hard on.  She meant
to pull away in shame and anger, but his hard cock felt somehow friendly,
reassuring.  She pressed into it with more force and was shocked at this
obvious act of betrayal of her body over her mind.  Her labia had developed a
nervous twitch and she could feel herself getting damp.  She let her palms rest
on his wide thighs and leaned forward, her heavy breasts exposed and swinging
from side to side slightly.  She kissed Melvin deeply, hungerly on the lips. 
Melvin's hands slipped inside her robe and cupped her shapely ass with both
hands.  He kneaded her cheeks and let the tips of  his little fingers play over
her anus.  Jenette cooed and bit his lower lip hard.
"I should be getting ready to go to the hospital", she said as she humped her
belly against his swollen, throbbing cock.
"Yes," Melvin whispered as he nibbled her neck and ear. 
"I suppose Sam will be in surgery for some time," Jenette murmured, letting the
heel of her hand massage Melvin's bulge.
"I imagine he will be," Melvin said, gathering her robe in his fists at her ass
and pulling it off her shoulders.
As she unbuckled his Sam Browne belt and let it fall to the kitchen floor with
a dull thud she said, "I don't know what I'll do if he dies.  He's my whole
life!"
"And my best friend," Melvin added, tossing her robe to one side.

Jenette dragged her hard nipples down Melvin's chest until she was face level
with his crotch.  She saw the dark stain of his spooge on the front of his Navy
blue trousers.  Melvin oozed just like Sam did, she thought.

Locking Melvin's eyes with her own, she slowly undid his trousers and zipped
them down.  His jockey shorts were tented obscenely.  Jenette smiled wickedly
and tugged them down.  His hard, straight cock shot out almost hitting the
lithe woman in the face.  She jerked with her surprise.  Melvin sure has a
whopper, she thought.  Much bigger than Sam.  She tested it with her finger
tips and found it hard and hot.  It rose some eight inches from a thick jungle
of brown pubic hairs.  Below it hung two egg-sized balls that churned and
writhed in their tight sac.
"I may never get to do this to Sam again," she said, running the tip of her
tongue along the underside of his pulsating member.
"...Or this...," she said, tracing a small circle around the purple head.
"...Or this..," plopping the oversized head into her hot, wet mouth.

Jenette worked her head from side-to-side and in a corkscrew fashion on
Melvin's organ.  His head swirled.  She had always seemed so proper, so
innocent.  She was sucking his cock like a porn star.  He couldn't believe what
was happening.  All the times he had jacked off alone in his apartment thinking
of his best friend's wife and now here she was, expertly sucking him off.

Finally, no longer able to hold back his approaching orgasm, Melvin pulled her
head off his jerking penis.  He tried to stifle the impulse to jet out the
contents of his swollen balls into her sweet mouth.  He gritted his teeth and
clench his eyes, concentrating on stopping his orgasm.  His balls rebelled,
punishing him for not letting them jettison the lava that boiled in them.  He
was successful, the urge to cum passed, but not before one mighty jet escaped
his swaying cock.


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