My Husband the Whore Collection Jimmy Boom Semtex

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My Husband the Whore Collection

Jimmy Boom Semtex

Jimmy Boom Semtex did three volumes of My Husband the Whore. They are here in this collection. 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. 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!

‘You like it? I like you,’ Joe said, smiling.

 

‘Yes, I do like you. From when I saw the photo you emailed me.’

 

‘No longer shy, I take it?’

 

‘No, no longer shy.’ They kissed and she fell on top of him. Her hands ran up and down Joe’s body. Then they went to bed.

 

They made love. Keely was on top; she almost squashed him! Her breasts were huge, like double size melons. She stood six foot one and was terribly sexy. It was her shyness, curly hair and glasses. The librarian look, very suggestive.

 

She held him close and they fucked, nice and slow, taking as long as possible. They were now lovers. What would her husband say? Keely was getting her desires and needs satisfied by someone else who actually cared for her thoughts and feelings. It was a long and lusty night.

***

 

Joe took her to see a Who cover version band in the local pub. He took his top off and head banged like mad on a table. It was a drunken fun night.

 

After the gig, they fucked like rabbits. He was on top this time and she felt good. Joe did his bit for European relations. Just like his Finnish ex. European ladies are the best! Very cultured and understanding and good in bed.

 

After four days, Keely flew home. She left her husband. Joe felt bad because her husband was one of them. Tattooed, into metal and gigs.

 

 

 

Nine

 

Tattooed strange named lady.

 

In July 2004 Joe got a reply from his Skin Deep tattoo magazine by a girl with a strange name. She refused to give him her real name, insisting that he call her ‘Cum Bucket’. He shook his head and laughed till he cried. Joe wrote back that was ok as long as he could fuck her. She replied saying it was fine.

 

Cum Bucket got the train from Sheffield to see Joe. It was time to test out her namesake. She was tattooed and would stay overnight. They went back to his place where the action would begin.

 

First things first, Joe made CB one of his famous coffees. She tasted it and said how nice it was. He offered her something to eat; she chose beans on toast with cheese. Joe had already eaten.

 

After washing the dishes, Joe made small talk with CB. She was twenty eight years old, had been tattooed for six years and liked most music. She worked part time in a local newsagent shop. Her last relationship ended three months ago after two years. Before that, she was involved with another woman. At this admission, Joe’s eyes lit up. ‘Wow, you’re bi? Awesome. I always wanted to make love to two women at once.’

 

‘Yes, I’m bi. Have been since I was twelve. I had my first relationship then with a girl called Sharon. She was lovely. You’d like her,’ CB added, looking somewhat distant.

 

‘That was a long time ago. You still in touch with her? I bet I would like her.’ The wheels in Joe’s mind turned. Is it possible to get them both into bed and fuck them both? It’s my number one fantasy.

 

CB started crying and shook her head. Joe was confused then concerned. He embraced her.

 

‘Sharon died. She was raped and killed by an older man. He fancied her and was jealous at her being my girlfriend. He abducted her and raped and murdered her. He’s still in jail. He got twenty five years for it. I miss Sharon so much.’

 

‘Fucking hell. I’m so very sorry to hear that, of your loss. Her death is a tragedy. It’s good the man was caught. If he can be called a man.’ The idea of Joe’s fantasy with CB and Sharon was kaput. He looked at the tearful girl in his arms and then kissed her. She didn’t resist.

 

‘It’s ok, really Joe. I’ve seen several other girls after her but none were as special or loving like Sharon was. I’ll always love her. But I find men easier to handle than women. Their needs are simpler,’ CB replied, taking a breath.

 

They kissed once more. Her lips clashed with his and then found his neck. She gave him a big love bite. Then lifted up his top, took it off and felt his tattooed chest. Her fingers traced the witch tattoo on his right side and his nipples. She kissed his bare flesh and moved lower. He ran his fingers through her red hair.

 

‘You’re very pretty,’ Joe whispered. She looked up at him and nodded thank you.

 

CB undid his belt and carefully removed his jeans. She marveled at his tattooed legs, at the aeroplanes, missiles, space rockets and song lyrics. Her fingers touched his ink and her eyes saw everything.

 

‘Truly lovely artwork. I love it. The planes are stunning,’ CB complimented. Her sadness had vanished.