My Husband and Sherri

Sherri is a Sgt working for the same Police Department as my husband. A five-foot five inch black woman with caramel colored skin, brown eyes, an athletic figure, and a no nonsense attitude. Her hair, makeup, and uniform always impeccable, which for the most part hides her luscious figure. My husband was her Sargent and training officer when she was hired and from the day they met the chemistry between the two of them very evident. Despite this neither of them admitted or acted on it other than becoming extremely close friends and being very protective of one another.

Sherri rose through the ranks becoming a Sargent around the same time my husband received a promotion to shift Lieutenant, being assigned to supervise all the School Resource officers in their department, thus leaving the patrol division.

We enjoyed each other's company, the shift parties, dining out with her and her husband, and having fun. Sherri had her suspicions about my open relationship with my husband, but other than a few hints, she never brought the subject up to either one of us. The hints starting after a party we had at our home on the lake when she saw our neighbor Bill and I disappear behind my husband's tool shed, showing back up a bit later with our clothes and hair messed up.

My husband and I had talked numerous times about the two of them, but he refused to become involved with her due to the nature of their work and Department policy forbidding fraternization between officers. Then Sherri and her husband started having troubles, she came to my husband and I to talk, vent, and ask for advice, at times showing up with little or no warning, but we always welcomed her in our home with open arms. At times it was just me, or my husband, other times both of us were there. She had always worked out at the same gym we did, and as mentioned earlier she had an amazing figure, and I didn't realize how amazing it was until I saw her in at the gym.

Her legs, arms, shoulders and back feminine, but muscular, her backside plump and firm from lifting weights, and her breasts round, perky, and perfect, which she admitted were that way with a bit of help from a highly recommended plastic surgeon. But I digress, and after a long night of fun and frolicking with a retired Army officer I got home around nine in the morning finding my husband and Sherri asleep in bed, both naked, entangled in the sheets and chose to leave the house, call my husband, and drive around for a while to give Sherri time to make her exit.

The following is my husbands detailed account of what happened that night.

Sherri rang the doorbell around seven in the evening wearing a short, low cut blue dress, her hair fixed, but her makeup in a mess from the tears streaming down her cheeks, holding a bottle of expensive wine,and clutch purse. She smiled through her tears when my husband opened the door, telling him hello, that she was in a mess, and asked if I was home, and started to walk back out when my husband told her I was spending the night with my parents. He stopped her, asking that she please stay for a while, calm down and they could talk, or just sit down and relax for a while. She said I've got a bottle of good wine and intended to get drunk and cry on my shoulder, that her husband had left, packing all his clothes and wouldn't be back. So she got all dressed up to go out, have a good time dancing with strangers until she was tired and go home. She fell apart, bought the wine and decided to come to our house, get drunk, and borrow the couch for the night if we didn't mind, that she hated to impose but she didn't know where else to go and not wake up next to a stranger with no idea where she was at.

I've done my best to be a good wife, making sure Rufus was happy, healthy, and well taken care of, but I can't tolerate his drinking, gambling, and lies anymore. He's my second husband, who I thought I'd be with for the rest of my life and I love him still but we're at a fork in the road called life, heading down different paths. Sherri tearfully explained, her husband had filed for divorce and she was served earlier that day. My heart is broken, I'm angry, and afraid of spending the rest of my life alone.

Her one time training officer, mentor, and boss, sitting across the center island of our kitchen listening intently, the only advice offered was she should go easy on the wine as she finished her third glass, getting up to fix her a plate of cheese, ham, and crackers and asking her to have something to eat.

Sherri smiled, wiped her tears away, telling him you always take care of me, your other officers and anyone in need, never wanting anything in return, the one man who has never let me down.

She went to the bathroom washed her smeared makeup away, straightened her hair and dress, came back and ate the food he offered, poured herself another glass of wine, and walked out on the deck to get some fresh air watching a crescent moon over the calm waters of the lake, her friend standing beside her, asking her if she felt any better.

I do, but I don't, I had every intention of getting drunk and letting the first decent looking man who came along take me home and do anything he wanted, laughing at herself when she said it, looking at the tall, handsome man standing beside her, a hint of mischief in her eyes, when he told her he was glad she hadn't, that she was in a safe place with her friend, and she was always welcome to get as drunk as she wanted, fall asleep on the couch or our guest bedroom as long as needed.

I really appreciate this, but my plan was to drink, dance, and find out how much trouble I could get in. So if you don't mind, I'd like to go inside, finish my bottle of wine, dance with you and go to sleep.

They went to the den, put on a Marvin Gaye album as she poured another glass of wine, dancing in the den before she had a chance to take the first sip, her head resting on his powerful chest, as they danced, holding her hand, with his other on her back, his heart beating slowly, telling her she was okay.

He towered over her, his body smelled like a mixture of dial soap, prell shampoo, and deodorant which she found very appealing, he cracked a few jokes about their past, when everyone thought they were fooling around with each other to the point they ended up in the Captains office having to convince him they weren't. She looked up, asking if he'd ever thought about it, smiling when he admitted of course he had, but he would never violate her trust in him, that she was a strong, beautiful, woman and his respect for her would never allow him to give into his animal urges.

She felt a. tingle of excitement running through her, telling him she had felt the same way, and what he would do if she told him she wanted to give in to those urges tonight pulling his warm body tightly against hers, his heart beating faster as he wrapped his arms around her back, holding her there.

Her breath caught in her throat as hands massaged the small of her back, telling her he didn't want to take advantage of her situation, and the wine, doing things she might regret later on. Sherri asked if he would have any regrets, saying they had both imagined what was going on at the moment, and if she was going to give into another man, at least she could be with a man she trusted and loved, putting her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a warm, wet, kiss, their tongues swirling together as they gave into a six year old shared fantasy.

With the straps of her dress slipped off her shoulders, the zipper in the back lowered, her sexy party dress fell to the floor, the strapless bra, and panties accentuated her beautiful figure, speaking of untold treasures that awaited him. She had her soft hands beneath his t-shirt pushing it up over his head, her tongue flicking his nipples as he helped her remove it completely. As he removed her bra releasing her round firm breasts, she unbuttoned, unzipped his pants and caressed the long, thick growing bulge hidden under his boxer briefs, exclaiming how much she needed this, telling him she'd never been with a white man, and asking him to take her to bed.

Their clothes left in a pile on the floor of the den with the exception of his boxers, and her sexy bikini panties, which ended up on the floor of the bedroom, Sherri staring at the size of my husbands erection, as she laid back on the bed.

When he stepped up, removed her, heels, and panties which were drenched in her juices, she was almost completely shaved except for a short, thin goody trail that ended just above her clit in awe of her beautiful body as she told him to fuck her, her pussy lips glistening in the light of the ceiling fan over the bed, the smell of coco-butter, her sex, and a hint of perfume saturated the air in the room as he crawled in bed beside her, squeezing, kissing, licking, and sucking her dark erect nipples and breasts, while he played with her clit, and fingered her pussy.

She was very vocal, telling him how good what he was doing to her felt, calling his name as he gave her a long, wet orgasm. Then kissing his way down the soft, supple skin of her body, sucking and softly biting her clit as he found her g-spot rubbing the tips of his fingers against it making her climax again her juices flowing freely over his face and hand, while she ground her hips against them. Gasping loudly when he started tongue fucking her, while he spread her lips apart with his fingers letting him thrust his tongue deeper into her sweet pussy.

After having having several more orgasms she was screaming for him to fuck her with his big thick dick, telling him to fuck her over and over again. When he sat up with her knees over his shoulders and his hands on either side of her, smiling as her juices dripped from his face, she pulled him down for a passionate kiss, raised her hips up until the engorged head of his cock touched the entrance of her pussy, breaking their kiss long enough to softly whisper, oh God, please fuck me.

When he thrust his long, thick cock deep inside her, his large testicles slapping wetly against her firm, plump ass, she used her smooth powerful legs to pull him in harder meeting every hard powerful thrust with her hips. She told him she told him, she wanted to fill her up with his hot cum squeezing his shaft with her pussy as their bodies slammed together until he grunted loudly as he ejaculated his hot, thick, semen filling her with his foamy white seed, looking down into her eyes, and her smiling face, giving her a kiss on the tip of her nose telling her he was very happy.

Sherri looked very relaxed, beautiful, sexy and satisfied, telling him they should have been doing this a long time ago, that everyone already thought it was happening anyway.

When my husband laid beside her, she realized he was still erect, asking if he wanted more as she squeezed and stroked his shaft, My husband said he wanted a lot more, moaning as Sherri put her head in his lap, squeezing his testicles as she started going down on his cock, licking and sucking him clean of their combined juices, giving him a very pleasant blow job until he ejaculated in her mouth, swallowing his thick, salty cum and smacking her lips when she sat up next to him. They bathed together in my garden tub, Sherri finished her wine, while my husband had a beer, and scampered back to the bedroom, to spend the rest of the night fucking, talking about what would happen if anyone found out they were seeing each other and agreeing to be extra careful at work. They continued until both were worn out, falling asleep early that morning. When I called, she brushed her hair and teeth while my husband gathered her clothes and brought them to her. She pulled out of the driveway after a very intense deep kiss goodbye, and a promise to get together soon.

My husband waited for me in the kitchen, with a sly grin on his face in shorts, an old t-shirt and a cup of hot coffee. We talked about our escapades of the previous night and took a three hour nap snuggled up on the couch.

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