Chapter 17

District Attorney Christian Santano

“Okay, so what is the next move in the Swartzenburg case?” I asked. “Do we...” My phone lit up with my wife’s face. She was calling me from our ... house line? I was shocked by that. “Sorry, gentleman. I have to take this.”

It had to be an emergency. She would just text me if it was nothing important. I snagged the phone and pressed it to my ear while turning in my chair to put my back to them. Softly, I asked. ”¿Mi amor?”

Lips smacked in the background as my wife let out a throaty purr. “I need you, my love,” she cooed in Spanish, a sultry quality to her voice. She sounded ... horny. Wanton. “I need my husband to come home right now! It’s important! I need you to fuck me!”

The line went dead.

I blinked. What was that? I had never heard Rosalita sound like that before. Was there something wrong with me? It was so ... lewd. She wasn’t the sort of woman who had a libido she could not control. Now she was begging me to come home?

“I’m sorry, gentleman,” I told my prosecutors as I rose and slipped my phone in my pocket. “There’s something wrong at my house.” My wife sounded ... out of it. Like she was drugged or something. Worry rippled through me. “I have to ... I have to go.”

“Sure, sir,” said Alderson. He was handling the Swartzenburg’s case. The boy’s father was one of the richest men in America if not the world and yet not a peep from the billionaire. Like he had disowned his son. “We have a preliminary hearing come up. Judge Bittal is definitely not inclined to change her ruling on bail nor releasing him from solitary.”

“Good, good,” I said. Judge Bittal was not usually so hard on criminals. She embraced the growing movement of bail reform and allowing criminals out of jail. It was a problem, but I was elected on the platform of keeping Pierce County safe, so I did what I could to keep the dangerous ones locked up.

But my wife...

I hurried to the elevator, making sure my keys were in my pocket. They were. I headed down the elevator to the parking garage of the courthouse and city building. The State Supreme Court for Pierce County along with the City of Tacoma Municipal Court was housed in the building along with most of Tacoma’s and Pierce County’s bureaucracy. As the district attorney, I had a good parking spot. Not as good as the county executive or Tacoma’s mayor, but it was a short walk from the elevator to my Tesla.

I unplugged the car from the charger—another perk—and hopped inside. I drove out of the Parking Garage onto Yakima and went right to 9th to drop down the hill and get on the Freeway. I drove fast, getting onto Highway 7 and merging onto I-5 South for DuPont where we lived.

It was twenty minutes of stress before I reached our house. There was a limo parked in the driveway. What the fuck? I jumped out of my car and rushed to the front door. It was unlocked. I barreled inside to find...

A blonde girl eating out Mayor Tanisha White’s pussy. The Mayor of Tacoma groaned, her ebony tits jiggling. She slid her fingers through the girl’s hair and held her to her pussy. It was shocking. Tanisha let slip a few anti-lesbian remarks. She loved them in public, but called them disgusting dykes in private, and now...

“The bedroom,” purred Mayor White.

“Enjoy,” purred a slender, purple-haired girl wearing a strap-on dildo. She dropped to her knees behind the blonde and fucked her hard.

I rushed past the sapphic sight to find my wife tied up to the bed, her breasts jiggling. Her legs spread wide. Cum matted her black bush. A naked, young man sat on the bed beside her, smiling at me. He was eighteen or so. He stood, lean and strong, his cock thrusting out at me.

“You bastard!” I snarled. “I’ll—”

“You have a choice, District Attorney Santano,” he said, pointing at his wife’s pussy. “You can make love to your wife and keep her, or I will take her from you.” He leaned over and kissed my wife on the mouth.

She moaned, enjoying it. Her entire body quivered. She kissed him back, her tongue dancing with his. I could not believe what I was watching. She made out with him right before me. Her breasts quivered and...

Why was I hard?

I breathed in the heady aroma of sex as she kissed the young man. My heart pounded in my chest. She was so into it. The love of my life. The young man broke the kiss, his hand squeezing my wife’s big, soft breast with his pale hands.

“Or I will keep her as my slut,” he said. “Either way, you’ll be my slave.”

I shuddered there, breathing in the musk of their lovemaking. My dick was so hard. A spicy aroma filled the air, too. Incense burned beside the bed. I shuddered, my mind burning with thoughts. My hands moved as I stared at my wife.

“Take me!” moaned Rosalina. “I want to be your wife, but I’ll be his whore if you won’t have me. I’ll suck his cock. Have his babies. He can ass-fuck me. Or you can. Pick me. ¡Por favor mi amor por favor!”

I realized I had taken off my tie. My fingers were unbuttoning my shirt. I shuddered at the sight of my wife writhing there. She wanted me. Her sloppy cunt needed my cock. I couldn’t think of anything else as I took off the shirt.

I stripped down to my pants. The young man watched as I breathed in the incense I could not think of anything else. It was such a heady aroma. I was naked now and moving to the bed. I slid into it. My wife bit her lower lip. The mother of my children quivered there.

“Yes, yes, take me,” she moaned. “You can keep me if you serve him. I’ll only be your wife. I won’t be his slut. You’ll be enough. You always were, mi amor.”

I groaned as the scent of her filled my nose. “Yes, yes, I’ll serve!”

I was on my wife, kissing her. The ropes binding her spread eagle creaked as she shifted beneath me. This was such a heady moment. My cock slid into her pussy. I shuddered at the feel of her cuntlips against my dick. I thrust into her.

She squealed in delight as I buried into her cunt. I loved how tight and wet she was. Her cunt engulfed my dick. She welcomed me into her flesh. It was glorious to have her hot twat devouring my cock. I was in heaven.