I had dated two of them at the same time, having met them on consecutive nights. I had told them both I was seeing someone else, and they had been alright with that as long as they got what they wanted. They had competed with each other, I’d take one to brunch and then home to several orgasms in my bed, we’d shower, change the sheets and they’d leave before the other woman arrived for a romantic dinner and sex late into the night.
Our relationships had worked smoothly for several years, until each had chosen to settle for something more meaningful than great sex.
I was wondering now, though, if I could keep up the pace Tabby was setting!
We walked to our elevator and I knew something was up when Tabby went to the one furthest from the lobby desk. Our suite overhead was in the other direction. She pushed a button, and we’d traveled perhaps ten feet upward when she pushed the stop button and began stripping. I’d always been quick at that, but my wife came out of her boots and britches like an eel!
She ordered me, “Just pull your pants down and lie on your back!” I assumed the position as ordered, and was quickly rewarded with my Love’s hot wet pussy descending on my cock.
We hadn’t planned this, or at least I hadn’t, but I’d supposed Tabby’s only plan was to make love in as many interesting places around the city, state, country, or world as possible. The ramifications of this could be challenging! I grabbed for her nipples and began stimulating them. She already had a hand on her clit. I asked Tabby, “Are there any rules to this game, Love?” She said, “Only that we both have to cum at least once to count as a score. Now, fuck me!”
That would make things simple. We also scored that night on a park bench down town, and standing up in a booth in the mens restroom of Police Headquarters. Early the next morning we joined the Mile High club in a commuter plane. A mischievous Stewardess, who recognized us, helped with that score by providing a blanket. We told her we’d credit her with an “Assist” in our game.
We took a time-out from our Honeymoon game to call John Kelly. He asked us to meet him at a busy bar downtown. We found him in a booth there and gave the waiter our order. “You know,” John began, “I’ve worked in the criminal justice system for thirty years and usually it works for us. Sometimes it fails us. This time it will fail us. The perp you killed and the three perps at Bob’s home worked for an underworld figure. We’ve never been able to pin anything on him, but Bob is not the first officer to investigate him who has died violently. Those three know even the witness protection program couldn’t save them if they made a deal and testified against him. He owns too many people in the government.”
Crap! This was bad news! I asked John, “So there’s no way we can touch him?” He said, “I’m saying I don’t think our criminal justice system will be able to touch him.”
John said, “There have been some strong leads circulating recently though. Oddly enough, they seem to have originated in our own Union and our fellow police fraternal organizations, that he has some strong opposition among other underworld characters. Quite naturally, if anything suspicious were to happen to him, that’s where we would concentrate our investigations.”
I found that tidbit of insider information very interesting! I asked, “Since he might still be looking for us could you give us a name so we can at least avoid him?” John pulled a card from his wallet, showed us the face of it briefly, then held it over the flame of his lighter. He dropped the remnants in his ashtray, then stirred the ashes with a finger. He shook our hands and left.
Tabby and I were guests of honor the next weekend at an all day barbecue at Judge Thomas ranch. We met our Governor and several other top ranking officials there. One of the guests told the crowd late that evening he’d heard on breaking news a top underworld figure had been shot and killed at his mountain home. Investigations were still underway, but the Media Officers in the Police Department were leaning toward the theory of its being a hunter’s stray bullet. The trajectories showed the bullet had come from a neighboring mountain far beyond even a trained sniper’s range.
Tabby Jack and I are still playing our Honeymoon Game. We have added several State Capitol Buildings and the Library of Congress to our scores, as well as a number of major sporting events. Can you say Kentucky Derby? The White House is on our list of must dos, as well as Buckingham Palace and Big Ben. Are any of our readers familiar with the Kremlin?
We’ve signed with an agent, who is eager to sell our book and movie, when we’ve compiled enough scores to finish writing the first of a series. Rex and Tina compete in our game, too, when she can drag him away from the shooting range and his new favorite rifle. The latest joke among our friends is one of the networks is considering producing our Honeymoon Game as a reality show!The further adventures of Tabby Jack and Jack may be written if there is any interest.
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