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.
Mateo and I have always gotten along, in part because we stand out among our fellow State Troopers. There aren't a lot of minority guys or female troopers in the ranks, even though Deval Patrick, the first Black man elected Governor of Massachusetts, tried his best to diversify the police force. When I told Mateo about what my husband Isaac did to me, the young man grew angry, and told me that Isaac was a damn fool for cheating on me. I thanked Mateo for listening, and then went back on patrol.
When I returned home, I confronted Isaac about what I'd seen, and the guilty look on his handsome face disgusted me. Isaac pleaded with me to forgive him and I did, for the sake of our daughters. Isaac swore that it was a one-time thing, and you know what? Part of me believed him. I began spying on Isaac whenever I wasn't working, and discovered that he was having sex with female escorts. You know, those young women advertising their services in the back pages of local newspapers. Most of these women are college students, plagued with debt and all that.
Isaac apparently has one female escort that he is particularly fond of, a big-booty Jamaican chick named Stacey. The gal goes to Emerson College by day and sells her ass in cheap motels by night. Pretending to be a mature student looking for sex work, I approached Stacey at the hotel and she told me about the escort service. I befriended her and Stacey told me all about her favorite client, a certain tall, handsome Black businessman. One whom she saw twice a week and sometimes three times a week. Isaac's cheating ass had gone too far!
