Devon Forrester checked his watch once again. It read 2:30 A.M; he looked around the darkened street in front of the run down row of empty houses. Here on the outskirts of Dallas in an area of condemned houses that were scheduled to be torn down and new apartment houses built Devon was waiting for a transaction of illegal guns to start.
Devon was a Texas Ranger and had been tipped off that the buy was going down in the early morning hours of this Wednesday. Now he was on stakeout about two blocks from the proposed transaction sight. There were about 20 members of the Dallas Special Tactics Team out of sight waiting for his signal.
The Rangers and the Dallas police had been after a big time gun runner for about three years now, he figured they had come close a time or two but it seemed they never quite got the right information. The snitch on this one had always been reliable before so he felt pretty good about finally getting the big guy.
As he glanced around the darkened street his thoughts wandered back to his morning. A smile crept across his face as he remembered waking next to the warm satin flesh of his beautiful wife. He was on his right side and she was snuggled back against him her firm ass nestled tight to his lower belly. He let his hand slide over the soft skin of her thigh and lightly caressed her hip as his hand and arm slid over and around her stomach under her arm and up to cup a delicious handful of firm breast.
"Ummm" Nicole moaned sleepily and ground her butt back against the warmth of her husband's body.
Devon's cock started to thicken and crawl upwards on his wife's lower leg. She was beginning to waken to the tingling pleasure his hand was working on her breast. Her arm reached around behind her and slid down the hard packed muscle of her husband's stomach, her fingers encircling his now hard shaft. She helped it slide up the inside of her thigh to rub the satiny head against the now moistening lips of her slit.
Devon hunched down in the bed a little and started little nibbles on her soft shoulder as she raised her upper leg to place it over his muscular thigh. She now placed the head of his cock at her hot entrance jacking him up and down slightly. Devon tightened his ass and hunched forward letting his cock invade that tight warm place that he loved to be in.
"Yesssss daddy" Nicole hissed at the pleasure his thick meat radiated throughout her body as it slowly invaded her tight channel. For a minute he held himself in as deep as he could then started pumping slowly, her hot wetness thrilling him totally. Her hand now reaching back to grasp his flexing ass and helping him fuck her slowly.
"Morning baby" Devon husked while he made slow delicious love to his wife.
"Ohhh yeah, this is much better then morning coffee" she smiled and ground her ass back harder against him.
They slowly built towards that electric climax that both wanted. As the feeling built Devon wanted more freedom of movement and control, He quickly slid from the tight confines of his wife's cunt and she knowing what he wanted rolled over on her back opening her legs for him to settle in. He quickly reinserted his pulsing cock back where it wanted to be and now he was able to start those long hard strokes that both wanted to send them over the edge. Devon's head dipped suddenly and their lips were locked in a sliding dance of desire, their tongues dueling lovingly.
Little grunts of pleasure filled Devon's mouth from his wife as the waves of approaching orgasm threatened to overwhelm her. Her leg's came off the bed and slid sensuously along the outside of his thighs until her ankles were crossed right behind his pumping flexing ass. When Devon felt the gripping throbbing ripples of her cunt around his cock he let it take him to the ultimate pleasure, his cock jerking and firing the hot white cum deep into his wife's tight pussy.
The loving pleasure they got from cuddling closely in the aftermath of the mornings loving was almost as good as the sex itself but finally with a reluctant sigh his wife kissed him lightly and went to the shower to get ready for her work day, since he was planning on working through the night he was going to go back to sleep after she left.
Remembering was a very pleasant way to pass the time as he waited for the bad guys. It was 2:30 in the morning and Devon's eyes were roving the area. Their informant wasn't exactly sure of the time for the arms sale, sometime between 2:00 and 4:00, he couldn't find out the exact time. Using the Nit Star scope that showed everything as clear as day only in a green tint, he watched the building two blocks down for any sign of movement. His partner Ramon was watching the other side of the building from a hill overlooking the area.
Devon knew if Ramon saw anything he would report it immediately so he wasn't worried about missing them. He lowered the scope and rubbed his eyes, this part of the job he always hated. Waiting was something he learned to do with patience but he never liked it. Suddenly he saw the lights of a vehicle approaching from the opposite direction. He quickly brought the scope up to see who it was. A small panel truck with no markings on it slowly approached the building he was watching.
"Hey partner we got some company" he said quietly into the small mike attached to the headset he was wearing.
"Roger that" was the soft reply he heard.
Devon next spoke into the hand mike attached to the radio of his Chevy Tahoe. "Lead one to strike one, you copy?"
"Strike one to Lead one, we're ready" This was Lieutenant Davis of the Dallas STT who were accompanying the two Rangers on this bust.
The van flashed its lights twice, then once then once again. Devon was watching through the scope, a door in the building opened and a man came out half way to the Van. The van door opened on the passenger side, a man emerged from the van and went to meet him.
"Lead one to Strike leader, looks like it's going down, have your men cut off all escape routes and hold until my command" Devon spoke quietly into the mike.
"Roger, Lead one" came the quiet reply.
"Okay partner what do you see on your side, looks like we are doing business over here." Devon reported to Ramon.
"All quiet over here, I can see the squad moving in place around the building, nobody will get out on this side. I'm moving to the building, I see a broken window on the ground floor, I'm going to sneak in there and see if I can find out what's happening inside." Ramon told his partner.
"Okay buddy, be careful, the two guys are going back inside" Devon informed both his partner and the STT.
Devon quietly opened the door; no light came on to give his position away, and pulling his glock 40 from the holster he moved swiftly against the side of a building on his side of the street. The Nite Star dangled from a strap around his neck and he used it to watch the van. He could see a figure sitting in the driver's seat and movement in the back so there were at least two people in the van. He reported that to the men closing in on the building.
Ramon had slipped into the broken window and eased down a hallway to where he heard voices. He used a small mirror to slip around the corner of a door next to the floor. Although the view was small he could see four men talking and several crates that looked like they held weapons. Two of the men went to one of the crates and one opened the top. He lifted out what looked like an AK-47.
Moving back down the hall a bit Ramon whispered into his mike "Looks like it's going down Dev, they are showing the merchandise."
"Ok, All units move in, I repeat move in" Dev commanded.
The STT moved cautiously forward and Dev took the Nite Star scope off and set it in the dark doorway he was in across the street from the van. He approached the van slowly from the back his glock held in the ready position. Before he could get to the drivers side one of the inside men came out and saw him. He had no choice now.
"Texas Rangers, Raise your hands, you're under arrest," he shouted.
The man didn't even hesitate he reached behind him for the pistol stuck in his belt and started firing towards Devon.
Devon hit the ground on his stomach but before he could bring his weapon to bear a STT sniper on the roof of the building across the street fired driving the man back where he collapsed in a sprawl. STT troopers quickly surrounded the truck and pulled two men from the van throwing them on the ground and tying their hands behind them with plastic bands.
Ramon heard the shots fired outside and peeked around the doorframe. The four men inside looked towards the sound of the shots then you could see the thought process going on in their heads.
Double cross, each thought but before they could act Ramon eased his weapon around the doorframe exposing as little of himself as possible. "Freeze, Texas Rangers, keep your hands where I can see them."
Luckily they complied just as three fully equipped STT troops burst through the door on the other side of the room.
While the Dallas police where wrapping up the scene Ramon and Devon were going over the action.
"You know there were only four crates of weapons in there. Not what we would expect from the big mastermind that was supposedly involved." Devon said in frustration.
"Yeah from what we got so far from these idiots this was just some Guatemalan rebels trying to buy a few guns from some amateur runners. I think it was a setup to throw us a bone so we would ease up on our investigation." Ramon replied.
"Yeah, Damnit that's just what it was. SHIT, it's like chasing a ghost." Devon paced back and forth before his partner.
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