My Husband the Whore 2 By Jimmy Boom Semtex sample
- NICK ARMBRISTER/JBS
- May 17, 2020
- 3 min read
My Husband the Whore 2
This story is partly based on Joe’s quest for love and a search for something. What? Good times, sex, the missing link? All of the scenes are false but based in reality. It’s up to the readers to define which. It’s one fictitious man’s journey over several years in his life and personal conquests. Some were good, some bad. All are memorable. This story predates Whore 1 by several years. The main events detailed here took place during 1994 to 2006, with an emphasis on 2002 to 06. In reality, none of this really happened. It’s meant to appear real. Does it dear reader? Guys and gals, we have all been there. Keep on looking. And when you find what you want, keep hold of it before it’s gone. Joe does not exist except in us all. Good luck!
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‘I like what I see,’ Jill replied.
‘That's good to hear.’
‘Come over here. There, just there.’
Joe went to the sofa where Jill was sat. She leant forward and sucked his big hard cock. His mate was sat next to her, drinking beer.
‘That feels good,’ Joe said, grinning.
Jill stopped sucking, stood up, held his hand and led him to the bedroom. She took off her gray jumper and jeans.
‘Sexy lady. You've a nice body.’
‘You're not so bad yourself...’
Things happened fast. It was threesome time. Joe was in the zone. He fucked his mate's girlfriend in front of his mate! His cock was all the way inside her.
She whooped with joy and commented, ‘I always wanted to fuck you Joe. You're a sexy bloke.’
‘Did you really? You should have said. We would have done so,’ Joe replied as he fucked Jill. He was on top.
It was dark in more ways than one. Her bedroom, situated on the 8th story of a tower block, was all black as were the sheets and curtains. Joe was naked. Jenny massaged him with baby oil. She was very skilled and pampered him.
Jenny had lovely tits and nipples. It was like they were glued to her huge body as an afterthought. Burst veins riddled her back. Her pussy was nice too, shaved and tight. His cock worked it over, in and out like a guinea pig in a box.
Joe fucked her and she sucked his dick. He fingered her designer pussy and ignored the mounds of fat.
When she got on top, she almost broke him in two. All this for a shag, I must be mad!
‘Go on big boy, give it to me. Just like that. Oh yes.’
‘There you go. All the way.’
‘Oh my God. It feels so bloody good. You can really fuck.’
‘I aim to please.’
Joe came up the big woman. Later, he slept. On waking, he mounted her and fucked her for the last time. He counted down the hours till he could return home. It was a long way to go for a fuck.
They said Hi and Joe drove them away from the airport as fast as possible, touching a hundred and ten miles per hour on the way back. He told Keely about himself, his youth and his love of music, how he was bullied all through school and how he almost shot a firing range instructor while he was an air cadet. It was the shouting.
Keely kept looking at Joe but blushed each time they made eye contact. She mentioned her childhood, her university studies and love of all things goth and heavy metal.She worked part time in a Lada car dealership. That was fine with Joe, he loved Ladas!
When they were at Joe’s house, he cooked Keely her tea. Oven chips, beans, sausages and tomatoes. He explained that this was an evening meal that people in the north of England had and not a hot drink. She liked coffee hot and sweet.
While they ate, he made jokes about chavs and their brain dead ways. Keely nodded and said Moscow had similar people, who congregated at the subway stations, wore tracksuits and drank cheap beer and vodka. Some were also racists or football hooligans and a minority were ex-military who couldn’t find work.
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