“Please, let him off the hook just this once. For me?” Deborah pleaded with Sergeant Baker as he stood in the doorway. She worried that the Sergeant would hear the snoring coming from the bedroom, and leaned seductively against the door frame as she playfully bit her lower lip and ran her finger down Baker’s chest to distract him. Her husband, Doug, had had a late night of drinking, and had passed out just an hour before his superior officer showed up to reprimand him.
“Your husband is AWOL ma’am, I need to speak with him immediately. This can’t wait.” Sergeant Baker couldn’t help but admire Deborah’s feminine curves. Her breasts were nearly falling out of the white satin bra that she wore, which was exposed by her black robe that hung open. Her silky brunette hair was draped over her shoulders, and she not-so-subtly ran her fingers down the edge of her robe, pulling it open to reveal her white panties.
Deborah looked the Sergeant up and down, licking her lips and dropping to her knees, the front door still open. Sergeant Baker was a clean cut, professional army man, and Deborah loved to corrupt upstanding gentlemen such as him. She knew that this was her only way to keep her husband from getting into trouble, and used this excuse to free Baker’s mahogany manhood from its wool prison.