Greetings, people. My name is Nikki O'Shea-Winters and I'm a happily divorced woman living in the City of Brockton, Massachusetts. Six feet tall, red-haired, green-eyed, athletic and alabaster-skinned, that's me in a nutshell. For over a decade, I was happily married to a tall, fine-looking African-American gentleman named Isaac Winters. We have two lovely mixed-race angels together, Josephine and Katrina. We lived in a nice duplex located in the West side of Brockton.
My husband Isaac Winters and I met at the University of Massachusetts in the City of Boston, where I studied Criminal Justice. I grew up in Woburn, a small town that's pretty far from Boston. Not a lot of Blacks or Latinos there. That's why I came to study at the University of Massachusetts. I wanted to meet new people and also experience some diversity. I met Isaac Winters in my Intro to Criminal Justice Class, and the rest, as they say, is history.
The tall, athletic, dark-skinned and ruggedly handsome African-American stud took my breath away. Isaac Winters carried himself like a prince, and he was also quite smart and well-spoken. No, I'm not one of those dumb White people who use the term articulate whenever they meet a Black person who speaks proper English. I am better than that. Isaac and I became friends, and next thing you know, we were dating.
My uptight small-town parents tried to discourage me from dating Isaac, but I didn't listen to them. Just because I am a White chick from a small town doesn't automatically make me a bigot who is allergic to people of color. I follow my heart, instead of popular opinion. I fell in love with the chocolate stud, and moved in with him. A year after we met, Isaac and I got married. In the summer of 2004, Isaac Winters and I graduated from the University of Massachusetts together. I got my bachelor's degree in Criminal Justice and Isaac got himself a bachelor's degree in Accounting.
I'm a State Trooper by profession and my husband Isaac Winters works for a large accounting firm in Boston's Financial District. Everything was fine between us until recently. What happened, you may ask? Recently, I found out that my husband Isaac has been having an affair with Amanda Chang, the Chinese woman who owns the grocery store a few blocks from us. As a state police officer, I am a bit paranoid and somewhat of a security freak. You hear about creepy people breaking into folks homes and doing all kinds of stuff, so I installed a cutting-edge security system in our house. A lot of people believe that nothing will ever happen to them so they're not as careful as they should be. I am a policewoman who makes life and death decisions every damn day. I went out of my way to protect my family. 24/7 monitoring, complete with fire alarms, an all-seasons, floor-by-floor indoor sprinkler system in case of arson, and of course, security cameras.
One day, while reviewing footage of those security cameras, I saw something disturbing. My husband Isaac Winters coming home on a Saturday afternoon, while I was all the way in the distant town of Plymouth dealing with a hostage situation. Isaac came home and he wasn't alone. Amanda Chang, the plump, short-haired, forty-something Chinese slut was with him. The two of them started kissing and then they got naked. I stopped watching the video after Isaac bent Amanda over, spanked her fat ass and began fucking her from behind with his huge dark dick. I had seen enough, seriously.
I felt betrayed, especially since I am a very sexual woman and I love making love with my hubby Isaac. What in hell could he see in that big-booty Chinese slut anyway? I was so distraught and didn't know what to do. I confided in my co-worker Mateo Carrillo, a tall, dark-haired and bronze-skinned Latino guy originally from the Dominican Republic. Mateo is mixed, born of a Dominican father and a Haitian immigrant mother. The dude is twenty three, quite possibly the youngest person working for the Massachusetts State Police patrol unit.