Slut Wife
2004-07-23

This story is strictly fictional, any characters assuming real life qualities are simply my good instincts for portraying real life as we wished it could be! Want to see more? Let me know!
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I was a college girl. Girl, what am I saying? I was 31! A college woman going back to get an education at last. Lets just say school had not been the smoothest ride in the world. My previous semester I had failed History and failed Algebra. I began my summer class with low spirits. I had chosen Auto shop. One innocuous, innocent class guaranteed to be an easy grade with little to complicate my life. Wow was I wrong. Oh it wasn’t the class that was the problem, the problem was that gorgeous chicano man who cooked in the cafeteria. .

A week into Auto shop I was in the habit of picking up a decaf coffee from the cafeteria. I walked in early one morning to smell fresh corned beef hash and bacon. Damn but Jose knew how to cook. I smiled genially as I asked for some and noticed he smiled back and I made some small talk. How was he enjoying the summer, etc. He didn’t speak a whole lot, but I managed to get around the accent by asking him to repeat what he said.

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He had this velvety voice that made me really want to listen to him talk, no matter what he said. I came back the next day and got my coffee, but something drew my eyes to where Jose stood behind the counter. He was singing to himself as he worked, I liked that. He was my height, about 5’7, not too tall, a small mustache, blue eyes, fantastic tanned skin. I walked over quietly and stood looking at the menu for awhile trying to decide. I finally just asked him for a croissant and made small talk again. This went on for at least two weeks at the end of which I gave up the pretense of looking at the menu. I finally came in and said with a sigh,

“I just don’t know what to have today. . ”

He looked at me and chuckled a little. He was big without being overweight, his shirt didn’t seem to find much room and I wondered how long he would work out each night.

“You have the burrito, you won’t be disappointed, I promise. ”

That accent got to me and I smiled brilliantly back at him. How innocuous those words sounded but when he turned around I could imagine what his burrito must feel like. I had been ignored by my husband for far too long and I could imagine that velvety voice, those large hands caressing me.

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. .

“Senorita. . . here. . ”

I snapped out of the daydream abruptly and smiled at him.

“Thank you!” I was always careful to thank him.

The next weekend was a disaster. I totalled my car, thank goodness I wasn’t injured! The worst part was that the insurance told me I wasn’t covered because I had skipped a payment and they had dropped me. I was miserable when monday came. I walked straight past Jose not thinking about him, but he certainly noticed me! He called me back to reality abruptly and with a half hearted smile he asked,

“Why you no come say hello to me this morning? Off in your own world. . whats wrong? I miss you all weekend and now you no say hello.

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”

I blinked.

He missed me all weekend?

“I. . I’m sorry, I had an accident this weekend and the insurance won’t cover the car. I just don’t feel so happy today. ”

Jose put down the towel hed been holding and looked at me,

“I tell you what, you come back for lunch, We will take a walk, I will make you feel better ok?”

I smiled halfheartedly, “Oh, ok. . ”

The next few hours were almost torture for me. For some reason I couldn’t stop thinking about Jose! What a compassionate man. Lunchtime came and he tossed his towel at his coworker who gave me a smile. Once outside of the lunchroom he took my hand while we walked which surprised me.

“I wish I could buy you new car, that would make you feel better hm?”

I had to chuckle, “No, actually I’m not sure I even want to drive the BMW today. ”

His eyebrows raised at that. “BMW, how many cars you have lady?”

“Three. Well, two now.

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. the Honda and the BMW. I was going to sell the Honda, but I guess I will have to keep it now. ”

“Oh, thats no good, you should drive the BMW. ”

All of a sudden, the thought of the accident, the money I would have to spend to pay for not only my half of the accident, but the other persons too, made me realize I would have to sell the beloved luxury car and I burst into tears.

“I’m sorry. . I just don’t think I’ll be able to keep it. . its so nice too. . ”

Jose took both my hands and pulled me to him,

“No no, don’t cry, you are too pretty to cry. Come here. . ”

We were well away from the campus by now in one of the small secluded wooded areas with benches all around.

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He sat on a bench and pulled me down next to him. I dried my tears, I could smell his aftershave, something delicious by the scent of it and my heart began to race. I looked at him at the same time he looked at me. All I remember were those beautiful blue eyes staring into mine as he kissed me.

“I have wanted to do that since the first time you came in a year ago. You always smile, always nice to me. You are so beautiful. ”

The heavy accent made me catch my breath as he held me with one hand and the other hand caressed my breast. I melted into him, kissing him deeply.

He responded with a passion I don’t think I’d ever known. He pulled me tight against him and the next thing I knew I was on the grass next to the bench. I glanced up a little nervously but he shook his head,

“No one come in here, don’t worry. ”

I forgot about the rest of the world as he pulled the straps of my soft blue tank top down and freed my breasts from it. When he kissed and licked them I gasped. I could feel myself already getting wet between my legs.

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The mustache brushed the edge of my nipple slightly and he slid his hand underneath the tank top and pulled it over my head. I could hear him muttering to himself in spanish though I have no idea what he said. His hands weren’t soft, but they weren’t calloused either as they stroked my belly and pulled me close to kiss again. I could feel his tongue this time and we kissed for a long time. Then an urgent fever seemed to hit both of us and we swiftly had both our clothes off. I gasped as I saw his compact body bulging with muscles that were always covered by those aprons he wore. His chest was smooth and his stomach boasted a hefty six pack. I nearly fainted when I saw the size of his manhood, not just long, but thick, and already rock hard. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. I finally reached out to touch him and his warm skin felt just like the velvet I’d been thinking about. I wrapped my fingers in his hair and pulled myself up against him. He began kissing his way from my neck down to my breasts, to my stomach and then laying me back down I felt his finger touch my pussy. As hot and wet as I already was, I got even more wet as he touched me and pushed a finger inside me.

“Seniorita. .

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. ”

That seemed to be the only word he could get out as he positioned himself above me. I opened my legs to welcome him and he put the head of his massive member against my hot, wet pussy.

“Do it. . please. . . ” I whispered

He pushed his penis into me and I almost screamed as he stretched me to my limit and then began sliding in and out. Within moments I was in the middle of an orgasm and I felt him grab my hips and began slamming into me, groaning in pleasure.
I felt as if I was being split in two, but I loved every second of his passion as I cried out to him,

“Fuck me! Fuck me Jose! Yes!!”

Sweat formed on the sides of his face as for long minutes he pumped my hot gash. Then he strained into me and I could feel a load of hot cum spurt into my pussy. I screamed as I orgasmed again, spilling juices all around his penis. Our movements slowed finally and we lay together, hot and spent. I reached up to caress his face and kissed him long and slow.