“Can we embrace each other… while the moon gives light… can we make a pact to stay together forever… forever together” – More by Silk 

Not in a million years did I think that I’d be sitting beside Bryan with a Cuban cigar in one hand and a Tom Collins in the other while watching my wife plant her pretty thick ass on the face of a Victoria Secret’s model that Sheriff Bryan Bailey had been married to for the last sixteen years. I’ve been working under this man as a sergeant for well over five years and from my understanding, he was a man that fully loved his wife and never once stepped out. The same can be said for his wife, Heather.  

Their marriage of love and commitment was something that me and my wife adored and fully respected. I’m not sure how we ended up in this 3 bedroom presidential suite of the Hilton’s Fort Lauderdale Beach Resort with the words of R. Kelly’s Bump N’ Grind emulating my exact thoughts perfectly as he serenades the room singing, ‘My mind’s telling me nooooo….. but my body, my body’s telling me yesssssss. Baby, I don’t wanna hurt nobody but there is something that I must confeeeeeeeeeeess……’ but here we were; the 4 of us partaking in extracurricular activities that our subordinates would have a field day with if they ever knew the details of this moment. 

Bryan and I shared an anniversary of June 22nd and for the last three or four years, we’ve shared anniversary dates and trips. It’s been the highlight of my wife’s life. A Sunday school teacher of our church, Word of Life, in Flowood, Mississippi and a stay-at-home mom of our two boys that’s married to a newly promoted lieutenant of Rankin County Jail. We lived a simple life and until now we assumed the sheriff and his wife did as well. Imagine my surprise when our night turned from celebrating nothing but love and our most recent victories as law enforcement to allowing our naughtier sides to fully take control. 

The horrors we faced in the days of learning about the inhumane nature of the ‘Goon Squad’ caused me personally to question why I’d ever leave New Orleans for Brandon, Mississippi. A white picket fence and a Golden Retriever for the boys to play fetch with sounded like the American Dream until the duties behind an oath tested not only my faith but my loyalty to a department of individuals that I wasn’t sure I could trust anymore.  

It’s been said a many times and in many ways that one bad apple can spoil the whole bunch, and we were in deep shit because of 6. From officers resigning to lashing out and getting fired, I wasn’t sure what choice to make but eventually we caught a break in the case. What we considered police corruption for just Rankin County slowly spread like an infectious disease and soon the media was wrapped up in the ‘Goon Squad’ striking once more in Hinds County. 

Another day another dollar was my thoughts waking up on St. Patrick’s Day, but it all turned around the moment I made it to my desk and read an email from Bryan…… ‘Goon Squad Strikes Again’ is what the headline read. Instantly, my heart sank. I wasn’t sure of how much more of this I could take until the article detailed the events of a home burglary gone wrong as the Hinds County officers that were called to the line of duty did not at all fulfill their duties as law enforcement.  

Watching the husband give his statement from a clip of the news as he says, “I didn’t think I would ever have to worry about my neighbor Charles. You would think staying next door to a police officer would make you feel safer than safe.” He placed his hands over his face to shield the cameras from catching his tears as he continued, “He deserves to be thrown under the jail for this!” 

It was the way that my wife moaned out from the pleasure of Heather’s hands gripping her voluptuous hips, digging her fingertips in as my wife swirled her body in a circular motion as if she was trying to win a hoola hoop competition that had me just on the verge of busting through my charcoal grey slacks; when Bryan stands up walking towards the bed. I closed my eyes and shook my head. It’s quite possible that God wasn’t hearing a damn thing that I was saying. I didn’t want to kill this man for touching my wife.  

The memory of Kimberly waltzing out of the bathroom, arms locked in with Heather as they giggled over what I assumed was something about the kids or some reality show that they both enjoyed, quickly flashed before my eyes. An anniversary dinner after enjoying an awards ceremony where Byran was awarded the Ferris E. Lucas Sheriff of the Year Award and I, the Charles ‘Bud’ Meeks Deputy Sheriff of the Year for Valor Award. A complete honor to be at the National Sheriff’s Association’s Annual Conference and even better to be recognized and awarded for the efforts in bringing down a cultlike group of sick minded individuals.  

When Kimberly sat down beside me, she placed her balled up fist inside of my hand passing me her balled up slightly moisten black silk underwear. Her sweetness was a scent that I could detect a mile away. My wife was in heat. Something I knew all too well when she’s had a few too many daiquiris. I’m not sure how we ended up in this 3 bedroom presidential suite of the Hilton’s Fort Lauderdale Beach Resort with Sheriff Bryan Bailey plowing his wife while planting kisses on my wife’s ass as she continued to swirl her thick ass on his wife’s face. I watched with an odd sense of satisfaction. It was intriguing to see exactly how this night would end.  

The night Mrs. Johnson entered the hospital in her husband’s arms, completely beat up, bloody, and barely breathing; was the night that this Nino Brown wannabe was overheard by a nurse instructing the husband to tell the truth but not the whole truth. A pact between the two to make false claims of police misconduct within a system of dedicated officers in order to sue for their forty acres and a mule. Luck was truly on our side as the nurse had witnessed so many different accounts of Eddie Fisher coming in to make deals with the victims of his crimes and their families.  

Some stories were newsworthy, and some fell through the cracks. Here was a woman home alone having endured what her husband says was an intruder with their neighbor Officer Charles Musk responding to Mrs. Johnson’s call for help aggressively and using excessive force upon answering the call of duty. It was later revealed that Mrs. Johnson was born with a club foot and a speech impediment. Over the years she developed a severe drug addiction and prostitution seemed to be the only thing she knew and understood in life. When the ‘Goon Squad’ first struck and fire rained down on Rankin County, we simply had to accept it for what it was, but Hinds County Sheriff Tyree Jones had a different approach in mind as he formed a private investigation agency that quickly shed a light on the underground network of criminal activities ran by Eddie Fisher and his old pals from grade school.  

Believing themselves to be a modern day interpretation of ‘New Jack City,’ their main focus was to target the weak minded and destitute of the disabled; drugging them out and forcing them into prostitution. Then there were the unfit parents that didn’t mind selling their children before they were even born. He’d made a literal killing from the ones that didn’t mind taking matters a step further causing physical harm to themselves and others just to sue hospitals, community centers, as well as blackmailing police officers into pleading guilty for harsh crimes because of the shame and embarrassment they faced from friends and families of these sinful acts. Eddie Fisher had maneuvered the ins and outs of this horrific scheme for years; moving from state to state recruiting more and more to aid him in building his so called empire of crime. 

As a very happily married man, I cannot imagine the reason for gang banging a drugged out crippled lady and yet a many officers stepped forward with their truths of accepting bribes as well as paying into this wicked organization ran by Eddie Fisher and his gang. It took all 82 sheriffs of Mississippi to contribute to the success of Sheriff Jones’ private investigation agency that earned him the much deserved award for Sheriff/Private Security Partnership at this year’s annual conference. Our teamwork as ‘JuCity Mafia’ helped fully take down the sadistic ‘Goon Squad.’ 

My wife locked eyes with me, mouthing the words, ‘I love you’ while I downed the rest of my drink. She never lost rhythm as the song changed to ‘Naked’ by Marques Houston. I suppose the plan was to disrupt her flow as much as possible. Remind her that this was a one-time thing. It wasn’t happening again. Just as I stood up, Bryan was dropping to his knees going on to devour his pretty little wife. I knew that I didn’t want a taste and yet I was licking my lips with an intense ache to plant kisses along his wife’s ample little ass just as he had done to mine. That thought quickly disappeared as I stood firmly on the bed with my rod entering my wife’s perfect little mouth.  

Kimberly had changed so much since she met Heather, claiming to have found herself after having the boys. I fully enjoyed the new woman that had emerged from within my wife. It was my assumption that Heather was simply a good friend and that was something I knew my wife needed, however Kimberly has never ridden my face before and from the way that Heather seemed so content with slurping my wife up until the break of dawn suggested that this had to have happened a few times already.  

Before tonight I wasn’t allowed to even touch her hair as it was considered a sign of disrespect but, in this moment, Kimberly had taken my hands, placing them on the back of her head where I grabbed a fistful of her beautifully highlighted balayage curled hair and fucked my wife’s prefect little mouth until I exploded in the back of her throat. She looked at me with a smile while wiping a drop of cum from the corner of her mouth. 

I’m not sure how we ended up in this 3 bedroom presidential suite of the Hilton’s Fort Lauderdale Beach Resort with Sheriff Bryan Bailey slow stroking Kimberly while massaging her swollen clit as I hammered down Heather’s tight walls from the back only to become more aroused from the two beautiful goddesses tonguing each other down. Not in a million years did I think that I’d be planting kisses on Sheriff Bailey’s wife’s ass causing her to turn around and swallow up my whole dick while Bryan had my wife against the wall, her legs on his shoulders eating her up like a crazed red nose pit. Maybe it was the liquor from Nube, the rooftop cocktail lounge or maybe it was the unhinged nature of my beautiful wife, but I was starting to think that maybe a few more times wouldn’t be so bad….. 

3 Bedroom Presidential Suite of the Hilton’s Fort Lauderdale Beach Resort. 2nd Floor / Master Bedroom w/ panoramic views of the Atlantic Ocean.

Excerpt from KC’s Emporium of Wet Dreams