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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.
