Sheryl came to work at my job a little over a year ago and we became friends. She is 30 years old, 5'7", with a slim build. She is half Black and half Dominican, and her tits and ass are to die for. I am a 35 year old white guy, 6' tall, and a solid 200 lbs. On a particularly slow day at work, Sheryl and I were chatting and she told me that she was engaged. I asked her if she was going to have a "last hurrah" before she tied the knot and she stated that she was not wired like that.
Sheryl and I continued to be friendly and we talk almost daily. If she wasn't engaged, I would definitely make a play for her, since she has a fantastic personality and a killer body. I have often fatasized about what it would be like to make love to her. We both flirt with each other, and a few times it's gotten to the point of getting us both hot and bothered. Nothing has ever happened between us, but it's clear that we find each other attractive and desirable.
It was now less than a week before Sheryl's wedding day and her fiance Gary had his bachelor party. Someone from the party had secretly taken a video of the happenings and somehow a copy leaked to Sheryl. We still have no idea who took the video or who left in in Sheryl's mailbox. The video contained shots of Gary and his friends drinking, and a very beautiful Indian girl going down on his 9 inch black cock while he sat in a chair. After Gary blew his load into the Indian girl's mouth, the video cut away to a hotel room. It showed Gary fucking this girl from behind while he slapped her ass. It showed Gary screwing this chick in several different positions for over an hour, and including his blowjob, he came in her three times.
Sheryl was madder than hell. Gary has no idea that she saw the video nor of it's existence. She told me that she received it, and had me come over to her place. I watched it with her at her apartment, and she cried into my shoulder and I listened to her vent. I asked Sheryl what she was going to do next. Did she still want to marry Gary or was the relationship over? After Sheryl calmed down and got a hold of herself, she told me that she was still very much in love with Gary. She wasn't going to tell him she knew about his indiscretion and was going to marry him that weekend.
Sheryl and I continued to talk, and by midnight she was feeling better about what happened and said that she would forgive him. I got up from the couch and was going to say my goodbyes and go home, when Sheryl stopped me and asked me where I was going. I told her that it was getting late and I was going to go home. She walked over to me and kissed me softly on the lips. Sheryl said that since Gary had one, it was time for her "last hurrah". She continued by saying that it was time to put my money where my mouth was, regarding all my flirting with her.
Sheryl led me to her bedroom and she lit a few vanilla scented candles. She kissed me again, this time a little more forcefully, her tongue slipping past my lips. As our tongues danced, she loosened my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. Her cool hand slid inside my opened pants and behind my boxer briefs, and her fingers lightly gripped at my hardening cock. She stroked my manhood, and I kicked off my sneakers. My hands wrapped around Sheryl's tiny waist and rested on her firm little ass, and I pulled her closer as we kissed.
