Another Chance (BWWM)

Part 4

Sherry knew for a fact she would not be having sex with Garrett. Why confuse things? But even that could not stop the damp heat in her panties.

Garrett couldn't believe it. His wife was horny! He had seen her hazel brown eyes glaze over, saw the extra rise and fall of her chest. He wanted to go into their bedroom, take his wife over his knee and spank her. Tell her what a bad girl she had been. Then lick her dark chocolate skin, until she was writhing in his arms. He was tempted even more so when he found Sherry laying in bed, dressed in one of his old tee shirts, her ass facing his. The sweet, delectable mounds were creating a perfect erotic circle. He groaned. Garret was hard.

Sleep did not come easy to Sherry Beckett, so upon awakening she was crabby. Hair flying wildly, Sherry drank her ritual "I'm irritated, leave me alone" Moscato. The fruity liquid tickled her throat, making the woman relax in her seat. All she could dream about was Garrett's lips and touch, his rough hands gliding down her smooth skin. His tongue licking her clothed nipples, his fingers traveling into her panties, his index finger pumping in and out of her. Keeping a steady rhythm, her walls contracting around his large fingers. Her moans of ecstasy the only thing being heard. Garrett.

"What?"

Sherry jumped in her seat, trying unsuccessfully to pull down the oversized shirt that she was wearing. Damn her puffy hair. She looked up to find her husband looking delectable in his suit. The white top hugging taunt muscles. His grey pants were molded to his thighs, his every movement highlighting the strength of his thighs. Her chocolate eyes traveled up his body until she reached his face. Sherry didn't know what was wrong with her! Sure she would usually stay in bed, and not see Garrett leave for work, but this...feeling was unusual.

"Are you okay, you seem a bit frazzled?"

"Yeah. I...I just was drinking." Sherry cringed at every word she said. She sounded stupid. Though, she couldn't stop herself from studying his jaw. The auburn stubble shaped the sharp lines, his cheekbones high. His wife was acting weird, and Sherry would never get up this early.
"I haven't been feeling well lately, I'm just going to lie down."

Sherry headed for their bedroom preparing for Garrett to leave.
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