For about two weeks, Tara, a.k.a. my lovely ‘Sweet Cheeks’ has been in a funk. Her combative behavior with Vicki has left my wife and I perplexed, and it’s Tara who always starts it. With another nasty ‘name-calling’ spat occurring this morning, while I was working in my home office upstairs next to our bedroom, Vicki walked in. After she shut the door, she said, “Alex, the next time that prissy little bitch calls me an arrogant cunt, I’m going to bitch-slap the shit out of her. Hon’, please do something – I’m ready to throw her pretty ass out!” “Babe, I understand,” I said, seconds later adding, “I’ll take her to lunch today. I’ll find out what’s troubling her, okay?” “Alex, I’m serious. I’ve had enough of her bullshit!” Vicki said. Feeling her pain, I embraced my lovely wife, just holding her tightly in my arms. Before I let her go, I kissed her, and then I told her how much I love her. “I love you too, Babe,” she replied. It was about ten minutes after Vicki left my office when Tara walked by. As soon as I spotted her, I asked her to come in and close the door. “Tara, what’s going on with you and Vicki? She’s ready to slap the shit out of you and kick you to the curb,” I said. “Hon’, I don’t want to talk about it right now. Maybe later, okay?” Tara replied. “Sweet Cheeks, it’s a beautiful day. How about just you and I go for lunch, and then I’ll take you to the mall?” To my surprise, Tara quickly agreed to go. Since neither of us changed clothes, we went to our favorite local diner dressed in old shorts and t-shirts. After lunch as we walked to the car, Tara informed me that she didn’t want to go to the mall. Instead, she suggested that we take a drive in the country, so we did. Somewhere along the way, Tara turned the music off, and then she said, “Hon’, is there a place where we can pull over and park? I’m ready to talk about isvecbahis what’s been bugging me.” Karma was all ears. Just after Tara suggested that we stop, a ‘Roadside Table Ahead’ sign appeared. ‘Perfect!’ I thought. After we parked, we took a seat on one of the picnic tables. The table we picked was nestled between a few bushes, making it a very cozy spot to sit and chat. Tara gave me a loving kiss, and then she said, “Hon’, I’m jealous of Vicki.” “Tara, you are jealous, of Vicki? What are you jealous of?” I compassionately replied. “Plenty, Mr. Alex, plenty,” Tara replied. “Like,” I started to say, but then Tara continued on… “Hon’, for starters Vicki is gorgeous, she’s built like a goddess, and she is married. To you. I just live with both of you. That’s what I’m jealous of,” Tara said with a great deal of emotion. Touched by Tara’s painful admission, I said, “Tara, have you looked in a mirror? You are every bit as gorgeous as Vicki. Oh, my, Sweet Cheeks, just look at you – you could be a model, and you’re twenty years younger than Vicki!” “Hon’, you do know how to make me feel special, I love you. But Hon’, Vicki wears your ring, my ring finger is bare. Maybe it’s time for me to move on,” Tara sadly said as she showed me her left hand. “Tara, my love, you know that if I could marry both of you that I would – you’re in our will. Vicki and I would be heartbroken if you left,” I replied. “Hon, you’re right, I really don’t want to leave, I do love both of you. Sometimes it’s just so frustrating – now I really feel like shit. Can I use your phone to call Vicki and apologize for being such a pity-pot bitch? My phone is in my purse at home,” Tara said. “Of course you can, it’s on the console in the car,” I said. While I sat on the picnic table, Tara sat in the car with the door open and yakked it up with Vicki. I couldn’t help isveçbahis giriş but to notice that Tara was smiling as they talked. Upon Tara’s return, she snuggled-up with me on the picnic table, kissed me, and then she said, “Hon’, Vicki suggested that we find a nice spot out here and make love. You know it’s been over two-weeks now.” “And just whose fault is that?” I jokingly asked. “I know – mine,” Tara sheepishly replied. Although I was hesitant to get naked and make love at a roadside stop, Sweet Cheeks was right. It’s been two weeks. I did not made love with Tara while the ladies were feuding. Truth is, I was anxious to feel the warmth of Tara’s love and her incredible body. Against my better judgment, I went to the car and grabbed a blanket from the trunk. Blanket in one hand and Tara’s hand in my other, Tara and I took a walk to find our perfect outdoor love nest – we didn’t have to walk far. As luck would have it, we found a sexy secluded spot along a makeshift trail about fifty feet behind the picnic table. Tara was first to lie down on the blanket. As I admired my beautiful lover, Tara looked at me with one hand inside of her shorts as she began to stimulate her playful kitty. I took my shirt off. I couldn’t wait to make love with Tara. Shit! Locked in a passionate kiss, I heard a car stop and park. Tara and I continued to make-out until we heard footsteps headed our way. To play it safe we both sat up, and then we quickly put our shirts back on. All of a sudden a female police officer started to approach us. “Hon’, good thing we’re dressed,” Tara quietly said. Out of respect to the officer, Tara and I stood up. Then came the questions: what are you doing, where do you live, have you been drinking, blah, blah, blah. We politely answered all of her questions. This female officer was young, in her late twenties, I’d isveçbahis yeni giriş say, rather pretty, and she appeared to be physically fit. I will say that she had beautiful long blonde hair and very sexy eyes and lips. Just when I thought she was about to leave, she firmly said, “You two, stay here – I’ll be back.” As the officer walked away, Tara whispered, “Why does she need come back?” “I don’t know, Sweet Cheeks, but I’m sure we’ll soon find out,” I replied. When Officer Pam returned, she wasn’t wearing any of her police gear: not her bulletproof vest, her holster and ammo-belt, nor did she have her handcuffs or police radio with her. She did however once again start in with the questions, and again questioned Tara’s identity and address. Since Tara didn’t bring her purse with her, she couldn’t prove to the officer who she was or where she lived. In reality: Tara was being harassed. Observing what was going on, I became completely pissed-off at Officer Pam. Then to make matters worse, Tara was ordered to raise her hands up to be frisked. Tara complied. When Officer Pam moved behind Tara, she started to feel her up. Super-pissed, I angrily said, “C’mon now, Officer Pammy, she’s only wearing a t-shirt and shorts. What the fuck is there to frisk… Or are you just trying to cop a feel?” “Be quiet, Mr. Alex,” Tara firmly said in a concerned tone of voice. I shut up. As it turns out, Officer Pam let what I said go in one ear and out the other. But when she began to pat-down Tara’s chest, she discovered that Tara wasn’t wearing a bra. In the seconds to follow, Officer Pam continued to feel-up Tara’s incredible teacup breasts, and then she went as far as to reach under Tara’s t-shirt to caress her breasts as she tightly embraced Tara against her body. Finally, with Officer Pam’s hands fondling Tara’s teacups, she then released Tara, ordering her to take off her t-shirt. Tara quickly became aware of Officer Pam’s sexual intentions. She willingly took off her t-shirt. While Officer Pam admired Tara’s natural beauty, Tara had a sultry look on her face.