Every Dog Has Its Day

The next call, Matt sounded pissed off and her grinned.

"Hope you're having fun, hey while you're with your whore du jour, why don't you ask her some questions, you know, do your fucking job."

Josh dropped the phone onto his end table and started to focus on the news.

"Hey, baby, how was your night?"

Josh jerked his head around to see Sheri coming into the room. She was wearing a pair of blue lace shorts and matching tank top that left her stomach bare and was tight enough to show every contour of her breasts. Those breasts were nothing short of perfect, not huge, but far more than a handful.

He recalled the early days of their marriage when just a glimpse of her cleavage would have him all over her. He still thought they were damn fine, but they were already his. No matter how hot a woman was the shine wore off when you could have them anytime you wanted them.

Removing his eyes from her tits so she wouldn't think he was looking for anything he noticed her long sandy brown hair was tousled and her hazel eyes looked bleary from sleep.

"Hey, what are you doing home?" he asked, shutting the TV off.

"Nice to see you too, Josh." She said, stepping in front of him.

"Sorry, you just surprised me. Where's your car?"

"I had a bad headache, couldn't even see straight, Laura drove me home."

"Oh, you've been getting a lot of those lately, think you should call the doctor?"

"They'll pass." She shrugged, causing her tits to bounce fetchingly, but he quickly averted his gaze, again "Might just be nerves."

"Work getting to you? That can't be easy at night; I've seen some of the people the cops bring there when they find them."

Not to mention Crossroads, the shelter for transients and displaced families where she now worked paid squat compared to what she had been making doing psychiatric evaluations at Memorial Hospital, he thought disgustedly, but much like Matt, Sheri still thought she could save the world one person at a time.

"Yours is." She put her hands on the arms of the recliner and leaned over him. "It scares me when you're working on something like this."

"I've been in homicide for eight years, Sheri." He leaned his head back, conscious of the fact he was still wearing Marla like cologne. Marla, the new fragrance for the discerning player, the thought came quickly and even as Sheri leaned in to kiss him, he almost laughed, his nerves really were getting to him. He turned, giving her his cheek.

Sheri looked at him oddly, but sounded fine when she spoke.

"Usually you're investigating murders where the suspects are known and half the time you never get involved in the arrest, something like this...baby, this woman is crazy and dangerous."

"Please, she's a woman, she's only dangerous when her victims are tied down, and she'd never be able to take down a guy like me."

"You still can't be reckless," she smiled, "Besides you're not the type of guy she's after anyway. But I bet I could take you down," she placed her hand on his cheek, keeping his head still and kissed him softly.

He returned the kiss quickly, trying for a brief peck, but Sheri kept her lips to his, kissing him more deeply. Her soft lips caressed his and her fingers slid into his short black hair.

Her other hand slid down to his waist and worked its way under his shirt to fondle his stomach. Josh kissed her back, but all he could think of was the scent and the fact he'd gotten off twice already and wasn't sure he could get going again.

That wouldn't be the first time and it would lead to more of her feeling sorry for herself or for them or...Sheri broke the kiss and straightening pointed down at him, "What the fuck Josh?"

"W...what..."

"You know what! Don't play dumb with me; you don't think I can taste that?"

"Sheri, look, I..." rare were the times in his life Josh had been at a loss for words, but this was one of them.

"You told me you'd quit!" she snapped, "You smell like a damn ashtray."

"I..." a surge of relief flowed through him, "Yeah, okay, you got me, I've been smoking, but only the last few days and just a few."

"You promised me Josh!" she crossed her arms over her chest, pushed out her lips and gave her hair a toss, the classic Sheri brat pose. "You gave me your word!"

"Oh, for fucks sake." He rolled his eyes, "It's just for now, I'm working around the clock, the press is all over our ass and I'm edgy as hell, I need it right now okay?"

"The booze isn't enough?" she grunted, "Don't think I can't tell you've been hanging with your best friend, Johnny again."

"I stopped and had a couple with the guys on the way home."

"I hate you hanging around with some of those guys, they're assholes."

"They're cops and cops don't have too many friends that understand..."

"Matt doesn't hang around with them."

"That's because they make fun of him," he laughed.

"So they feel better about themselves." She waved her hand disgustedly, "They don't understand him so they mock him. They're a bunch of jerks and most of them are divorced with no one at home, you have me to come home to, baby."

As always she went in the other direction and her eyes softening, she said, "I worry about you Josh. The work, the stress, the drinking, I don't want to lose you, baby."

"Honey, I told you, I'm like a bad penny, I'll always turn up, no one's going to get me, Sheri, I'm careful."

"But you might get you." She put her hand over his, "You get carried away sometimes and it only takes once to have too much and..."

"It was a couple of shots and a beer, Sheri. I'm not a kid, I'm fine." He flashed her his best smile, his white teeth cutting through the dark scruff, "And so are you, I love those little shorts, what do you call them?"

"Boy shorts." She was trying to look mad, but there was a smile playing across her lips. "You really like them?"

"They show off your assets," Josh winked, "Get it, ass sets?"

"Ouch, they don't get better." She laughed.

"You do though." He smiled, "I have a damn hot wife for sure."

"Then make your damn hot wife happy and stop trying to be a damn frat boy. I don't care you drink a little, but just be careful okay?"

"Okay and..."

"Please try to stop smoking, where's the nicotine gum I bought you?"

"In the toilet where shit belongs, stuff is nasty, but I promise I'll try."

"Good." She leaned back over the chair, "How about we pick up where we were?"

"Thought you had a headache?"

"It's passing."

"Give me a few minutes to clean up okay?"

"It's okay," she gave him a playful smile, "Remember some of the fun we've had in this chair? How about we..."

"I'd rather shower first," he pushed forward out of the chair, before she could climb onto his lap, "I smell like smoke, booze and asshole cops." And don't forget Marla.

"Promise you'll come back out here?"

"Why not wait for me in bed?" and hopefully fall asleep. She looked good, but he wasn't up for it, especially when she was in one of her needy moods which had been everyday for a long time now. Lately she had been sleeping like the dead, but still complaining she was tired.

"I'd rather wait here, maybe play on the couch a little?" she winked, "Something a little different?"

"Sure." He said, forcing a smile, before heading down the hall to the bathroom

Sheri was 'trying' as she always put it and more than ever the last two weeks. He'd made an alcohol fueled comment last month when she complained about lack of sex that it was always the same. That had led to a week in the doghouse, but after her wanting to try harder for him. At this point Josh preferred the dog house; at least she didn't pester him for anything.

Josh closed the door and turning on the hot water, let it run to build up some steam to help clear his head. He stripped and looking in the full length mirror nodded in satisfaction.

He was nearing forty, but only weighed about twenty pounds more than when he graduated the academy and it was in the right places. His shoulders were broad, and his stomach hard and flat, the muscles in his arms were well defined and as an added bonus he was pretty well hung.

Looking closer Josh did frown at his normally bright blue eyes which at the moment contained more red than blue and the circles were getting darker under his eyes. Otherwise he still looked pretty good; the scruff was his preferred look. To Sheri he claimed it gave him a more serious look at work then when he was clean shaven.

Truth was he thought it made him look bad ass and that's what he wanted, seemed to get him more attention with the women as well, after all who didn't love a bad boy? Josh stepped into the shower, taking his time to both stall in hopes she would doze off and to let his mind wander across the case and hope something came to him while the hot water and steamed soothed his body.

Four victims in eight days, all male, all married and all easily seduced by a woman who left behind a note scrawled in crayon and signed as Bad Kitty. She obviously promised them anything they wanted and did it convincingly enough to get them to follow her to a motel close by where instead of a night of hot sex they ended up with...

A severed finger, severed cock and a big red ear to ear smile below the chin, hardly what they'd been looking forward to. Josh slammed the handle down, shutting off the water and leaned his head against the warm tiles.

She was masked, wore gloves and the only forensic evidence they had found was a strand of hair which turned out to be synthetic from her wig. Not one real lead and who was he kidding? Nothing was going to sneak up on him in here, he'd told himself he would take the night off and he would, at least what was left of it.

He dried off quickly and walking out into the hall with just a towel around his waist, went into the bedroom and slipped on a t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. He thought about just going to bed, Sheri would get ticked off, but it would avoid the inevitable. But...she seemed to really want to spend time with him so he chose to head out in the living room and hope he could dodge sex somehow.

When he entered the room she was sitting on the couch watching the late news. He walked over and sitting next to her stared at the screen.

"Un fucking real." He said looking at the small group of women standing outside channel thirteen's office building holding signs praising Bad Kitty for bringing men to justice. "Look at these nutbags."

"Think that's bad? You missed the religious nut saying Bad Kitty is doing God's work, showing us the perils of adultery." She shook her head, "It's all sick, no one should want anyone to die."

"People love tragedy; it's like rubbernecking at an accident. This thing's getting big, it's been followed nationally since the third victim." He grunted, "Not the way I wanted my name in lights."

"I don't like that they've quoted you and Matt, it's like they're blaming you guys for them not being caught."

"And they'll be kissing our asses when we nail this bitch."

"Just nail her from a distance, okay?" she winked and grabbed his crotch, "I'm pretty fond of this."

"Me too." He laughed.

She removed her hand and shut the TV off and turning so she was facing him said, "Hey Josh?"

"What is it, Sheri?"

"I...I'm sorry I got mad earlier, you know, about you lying about smoking."

"It's okay, I shouldn't have gone back to it," he humored her.

"Reason I was mad was that you lied, but...I kind of lied tonight too."

"About what?"

"The shelter is getting to me a little. The last two or three hours are okay, they're all supposed to be in their rooms by ten so it's just paperwork, but the first few hours are hard. A lot of these people, the women especially... the things they've been through."

"Oh, I know." He nodded, "I did my share of domestic violence calls before I got promoted and...I've seen the end results in homicide, he finally crosses the line and beats her to death or she snaps and kills him."

"It...it reminds me of what my father put my mom through and..." her eyes became misty, "I think of what he did to me."

"Hey, that was a long time ago, babe," He took her hand, hoping to hell this wasn't going to turn into full out waterworks and childhood horror stories. "No one's hurt you since and no one's going to ever again."

"I...I know, but it's hard to not think about."

"Just think of how you went into counseling to help people get through these things so think of the good you can do now." Josh had said that to her over the last couple of years so many times he was getting to the point it was like déjà vu all over again.

"Yeah, you're right." She nodded.

"I know I am." He smiled, "Focus on the positive, right?" he recalled the poster in Marla's room, "Just believe in you, I do."

'You're so sweet!" she leaned over and hugged him.

Quoting things from his mistress's bed, yup, he was still finding ways to hit new lows, but he hugged her back and kissed the top of her head.

She sat back and pointed at him, "That's the same for you though; you're father was a piece of work and look at the man you are now."

"Yeah, just look at me. But thing is, Sheri, I don't think of that piece of crap or all the shit he did, at least not much. That's the past and there's no sense whining about it."

"I'm whining?"

"Of course not, I...that's just how I see it for me. Besides that shit got what he deserved when he slipped his cock in a coke dealer's girlfriend and got his head blown off."

"Guess every dog has its day."

"What?" He asked, "Why would you say that? Christ Sheri I've had those words etched into my damn soul the last couple of weeks."

"Oh, I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, "I wasn't thinking and my grandmother used to say t all the time." She sighed, "And you're right it's all over the damn papers, sorry, baby."

"Forget it; we'll change it to what comes around goes around. Wonder if it ever came around for that sick bastard father of yours."

"I don't know. No one ever heard from him since he left that night. Sometimes I hope he died, sometimes I hope he's sick and suffering, but...I also hope maybe he got help and is okay somewhere."

"I'd stick with the first two. Grade A sack of shit."

"He was." She went silent and he let her stay that way, not wanting to get going on that same path. Hopefully her little trip in assholes past had curbed her mood for sex.

Looking at her staring down at her hands in her lap, Josh wondered, not for the first time, what his issue with her was. Sheri was attractive, no more than attractive, she was damn hot. Even voted the other cops wife I'd most like to fuck more than once back before he was promoted.

The voting was anonymous so no one would get pissed at anyone else, but he'd been pretty damn flattered. Josh had been approached by more than one cops wife, but that was the one line he drew, you didn't shit where you ate and you didn't do that to a brother. Now ex wives on the other hand, were another story.

He returned his thought to her, looking at the curve of her ass in the tight shorts and her well shaped long legs. Sheri jogged three times a week and attended a kick boxing class the shelter she worked at offered for free to the women there.

She was in great shape and was as sweet as she was hot. Was that it? Was she too nice for him? Was that why he could never seem to fuck her the way he did his sluts?

"I'm grateful for you, Josh."

Oh, there was a shot to the conscious, he thought, but said, "I am for you too."

Sheri slid over the couch and getting on her knees put her hands on his shoulders. Her tits were now at eye level and he noticed her nipples were erect.

"I mean it. You know this woman...these murders. It makes me think of all these men stepping out on their wives. I...think about it, Josh these poor women aren't just losing their husbands but finding out they were unfaithful, found dead in a hotel room they were lured to by a woman they thought they were going to have sex with. Then the papers print their names and everyone knows."

"Yeah, that's tough." He said trying to feign interest in her words while looking down at her thighs and now wondering if he could get it up again.

"Not only heartbroken, but humiliated. They were living a lie."

"I didn't think too much about that." He admitted.

"I do, guess because of my mom, but your dad did that too."

"Yeah he did, least of what he did."

"Well all I know, baby, is I'm glad I have a good man." She kissed him softly, "A good man who'd never betray my trust and will always love me."

"And I have a good woman who'll always be waiting for me, when I get home." Well at least one of us wasn't deluding themselves.

"And that good woman would love to reward her loyal man."

Her next kiss was much longer and unlike before, Josh returned it eagerly, slipping his tongue into her mouth and slipping his hands around her slender waist. She cooed happily, her tongue playing across his while her hands made its way between them and to his cock.

She grabbed him through his pants and sighed as her lips moved to his neck while she stroked him. He tugged on her shirt and, sitting up, Sheri put her arms over her head allowing him to remove it.

Her tits had no sooner sprung into view than he had her hard pink nipple in his mouth.

"Oh, baby." She moaned, arching her back and shoving her tit further into his mouth.

She ran her fingers through his hair, purring as he switched to her other nipple and then pulling at his shirt. She leaned back away from him and looked at him hungrily as he stripped off his shirt.

"Keep going." She told him as she reached out and ran her long nails lightly down his chest.

Josh stood up, preparing to pull his pants down, but she beat him to it. Yanking his pants down, Sheri grabbed his semi hard cock, pumping it as she kissed his stomach.

He slid his hands down the soft smooth skin of her back as she trailed her tongue teasingly across the line of his pubic hair. She slid off the couch, onto her knees and gave him a playful push, sending him back onto the couch.

She stood up between his legs and after giving her tits a shake, turned around and wiggled her ass at him. Josh gave her a playful swat that caused her to emit a sharp little yelp, "What about the other side?"

Josh grinned and smacked the other side of her ass, careful not to go to hard. He had a girl he visited here and there who really let him go to town on her, but this was his wife.

Sheri made another high pitched noise at the slap and he laughed and grabbed the edges of her shorts, she surprised him by slapping his hands away, but his surprise turned into a smile as she hooked her fingers into her shorts and shimmied her way out of them.

She bent over to remove them, her pussy framed perfectly by her thighs. He went to reach for her, but she turned around quickly and moved out of his reach.

"Happy with your choice of wives?"

"Um...hmmm." He made a show of thinking then laughed when she turned to the side, covering her tits. "Of course I am what man wouldn't be?"

"That's better." She turned back to face him and he took in her soft flat stomach and the small patch of light brown fuzz over her pussy.

Following his gaze, she said, "I'll let you play with me, but I think I should show you how grateful I am for you first. Is that okay?"

"I...think I can live with that."

Sheri sank to her knees between his legs and taking his now fully hard cock in her hand, blew on it lightly while stroking it. She squeezed and he groaned as the pre cum oozed from his cock.

"All for me?" she asked looking up at him. Her eyes which varied from light a greenish color to light brown, were on the greener side tonight and he was struck by the thought she really was a beautiful woman.