I've received a lot of requests to update this story already and it's great to know you are all so interested in this weird stuff. So without further ado, here is the next chapter!

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9.

Elliot had resisted the urge to 'help' himself and had splashed some water in his face in stead after using the restroom at the station. Thinking about Alex as well as Olivia pleasing themselves was so sexy, that he'd had a hard time calming down so he could actually pee. And when he looked in the mirror and thought about both women again, he felt himself getting hard all over again.

They were waiting for one more lab result, and depending on the outcome of the test, they'd either be going home or back out to pick up their perp. While he was always for solving a rape as quickly as possible and slapping the cuffs on the pervert, he was torn tonight. It could take another hour for the lab to get back to them but he was horny now. He hung his head and closed his eyes, mentally scolding himself. Get a grip, Stabler. You work sex crimes, for god's sake. You can't walk around with a boner all day long.

He hadn't felt like this in a long time. Alex could turn him on in seconds, absolutely. But ever since they'd met the Langans, he had sex on the brain. And the WhatsApp messages that were getting sexier and sexier, weren't helping much either. He shook his head, then dried his hands and walked back into the squad room. He needed to focus on the job, get some paperwork done while they waited, or he'd be here all night long.

About 45 minutes later, his phone rang.

"Stabler."

"Hey!"

"Alex."

"Are you almost done there? I need you, now!"

Elliot chuckled and stood up to get away from his partner Monique for a moment before continuing the conversation softly in the hallway.

"I thought you and Olivia had some fun on the phone earlier, so what do you need me for?" he asked her.

"You won't believe what happened afterwards," Alex sighed, and when she told him how she had been allowed to listen in after a very hot and bothered Trevor had come home, he understood why she was riled up again. Hell, he was riled up at the thought of Olivia's ass ...

"So, can you get away El?" Alex asked him a little impatiently. "Otherwise, I'm going to come over there."

"Is that a promise?" Elliot asked her huskily, grinning from ear to ear while glancing around to make sure no one was listening to him.

"Hell yeah."

"Well ... we're still waiting on lab results, so I really don't know how much longer I'll be ..."

"Say no more," Alex cut him off and when she ended the call abruptly, he wondered if she was angry with him or if she was really coming over to the station.

He blew out a breath slowly and walked back to his desk. Monique eyed him curiously but he wasn't going to tell his partner anything. In fact, no one at work knew about his and Alex's sexual preferences or escapades. He preferred to keep his job and his private life completely separate. Which was exactly why Alex's words unnerved him a little bit. What if she actually came over to get some relief from him? What should he do?

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Twenty minutes later, they still hadn't heard back from the lab when the door to the Special Victims Unit swung open. Alex strode in, heading straight for her husband, who was hunched over his desk and peering at his computer screen.

"Uh oh," Monique mumbled, and just when Elliot looked up to see what was going on, Alex stopped next to his desk.

"Elliot Stabler, you are coming with me, right now," she ordered.

Elliot's stomach clenched. He knew this side of his wife only too well. He glared at his partner when Monique chuckled softly, and then stood up, making himself tall next to his wife.

"What's the emergency, Alexandra?" he asked her and he could see the appreciative glimmer in her eyes. They loved playing this game. It was one of the perks of being two dominants in a loving, yet kinky relationship.

"We need to talk, privately," she said firmly, never breaking eye-contact with her husband, but fully aware that his partner was watching them with great interest.

"Oh, it's that kind of emergency?" Elliot said suggestively, knowing that his partner or anyone else listening in, wouldn't know what to make of their innuendo.

He grabbed Alex's elbow and led her out of the squad room and into the hallway leading to the interrogation rooms.

"I can't believe you actually came," he hissed softly.

"I came because I need to come," she hissed back. "And not with a rubber substitute this time!"

Elliot dragged into the filing room, not wanting to risk getting caught in one of the interrogation rooms. He closed and locked the door behind them, and before he knew what hit him, Alex was on him. She pushed him up against the door and kissed him hard, her hands already on his belt. It didn't take much for him to join in.

"Has to be quick," he huffed as soon as they broke off the kiss, and Alex nodded.

"No problem."

After tugging his pants and boxers down just far enough to free his bobbing erection, Alex pulled up her black skirt, showing him that she was wearing nothing underneath. Elliot growled and grabbed her around the waist, walking her back until her ass hit the large metal table in the middle of the room.

"Turn around," he ordered, and Alex grinned, then did as she was told.

Elliot pushed her against the table and she leaned on her hands, wiggling her ass against him. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist and Elliot wasted no time. He checked with two fingers if she was ready for him. She was soaking wet already and when she groaned, he lined himself up with her hot core and started pushing into her from behind immediately.

"Oh yes," Alex sighed, dropping her head forward and leaning on her elbows now. "Oh please, do it baby. Give it to me hard."

Elliot pulled out and slammed back into her. He couldn't believe she had him doing this within three minutes of her arrival at the station, but he'd been ready to blow for over an hour. Images of Olivia and Trevor flashed through his mind, and he thrust forward again and again, fucking his wife hard like she wanted it. Alex tried to keep her voice down and was panting and hissing, moving with him while grasping the edges of the large table to support herself.

The heat was building fast, and even after two earlier orgasms, she was ready to blow any second. She thought of Trevor's huge dick and looked over her shoulder to remind herself that this was Elliot. Her husband. The man she'd promised to be faithful to, until they had both decided that they could be emotionally faithful to each other, while being physically intimate with other people, as long as they told each other beforehand. Images of their adventures of the past two years flashed through her mind and she remembered several men and women who had been wildly attractive and very good bed partners. But no one compared to Trevor and Olivia.

Alex groaned a little louder when Elliot hit a particularly sensitive spot. He knew how to please her and how to make her come so fast that her head spun sometimes. And from his movements and labored breathing, she could tell he wasn't too far from climaxing either. She remembered what she'd heard through the phone earlier and pictured Trevor slamming into Olivia's ass. She clenched her walls around Elliot's thick cock and he grunted as he pushed into her even harder than before.

Elliot closed his eyes and bottomed out, again and again, knowing Alex would be ready as soon as he was. They had perfected quick fucks over time and hurled towards their climax together within minutes. He squeezed his eyes shut and a vision of Olivia's naked body spurred him on. He couldn't wait to take her like this, too. He pressed his lips together when he felt his orgasm starting, not wanting to cry out the wrong name. Not wanting to cry out at all, because he was at work after all. He exploded, buried deep inside his wife, and emptied himself inside her, his body jerking from the sudden release.

Alex hissed and moaned and bit down on her bottom lip when she came, hot and hard, on the cold table, her husband buried to the hilt inside her and his uncontrolled movements stimulating her insides as they came together. They took a minute to catch their breaths, and when Elliot pulled her up so her back was against his chest, she rested her head on his shoulder.

"God, I really needed that," she sighed.

"Me too," Elliot grunted.

"Those two are going to be the death of us," Alex whispered, and Elliot couldn't agree more. He kissed his wife's neck and shoulder and sighed,

"But at least we'll die happy."

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Not my longest chapter, but I hope it was satisfactory :)) Next up is the second swing date!