How I Met Your Mother
By Buster2U
WARNING // CUCK SHIT // WARNING // CUCK SHIT // WARNING
WARNING // WARNING // WARNING // WARNING // WARNING
CUCK SHIT // WARNING // CUCK SHIT // WARNING // CUCK SHIT
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This is an original story by Buster2U for publication on The Literotica Website only.
Anyone engaging in sex in this story is at least 18 years old. And in my Typical Fashion, my story, most certainly, will be OTT. I hope you enjoy this story enough to forget your life's troubles for a few minutes, which is pretty much my only goal here.
Tender Flowers should leave now if you might get upset reading: about wife sharing, poor punctuation, death, words or phrases repeated to emphasize their importance, poor grammar, poor spelling, cussing, smoking, fucking, Purrs or Coos overly used to indicate the female who is talking, smoking dope, gang bangs, cheating sluts, black breeding, drinking or a beautiful low mileage fertile white wife being impregnated and pounded into the mattress by one or more virile black men.
Please Enjoy if you can!
Buster2U
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How I Met Your Mother
By Buster2U
2024
"John, I swear that I love you. I love you so much that I will even fuck other men for you, to turn you on. I don't care who they are, or what they look like. If you want me to get naked and let them put their bare cock deep inside me until they cum, I will do it, just to show you how much I really really love you." Jeanette purrs so lovingly.
"Do you promise, on our love, Honey?" I asked.
"I promise John, with all my heart. I will fuck anyone, anytime, anywhere, you want. I don't care how embarrassing it is, I will do it for you because I love you with all my heart, body, and soul. You are my loving Husband, and all that I want to do is please you in EVERY way and any that you want." Jeanette coos.
"That sounds pretty sincere Sweetheart. Would you like to get some tattoos tonight to show the world what a slut you will always be for me? Would you like to get some erotic piercings tonight, to help show off your hot body tonight? Anything to celebrate our 10th anniversary tonight?" I asked my wife, Jeanette.
"YES! That sounds so hot! I would really like to get my nipples pierced for you John, then we could have gold rings put in them. That way when we go to a bar or nightclub I could wear a crop top and a gold chain that hangs down from my nipple rings below the bottom of the crop top." Jeanette purrs, then continues...
"That way nobody can actually see my breasts to complain, but all the horny single men can see the gold chain hanging down, obviously between my breasts, and know that my breasts are bare and right there!" Jeanette coos with a naughty smile.
"Yes that does sound very sexy! Then all the Horny single men will want to see and slide their hand up under your crop top so badly. Maybe ask you to dance and you could really tease them, maybe by rubbing your pussy on their bulge while dancing or take them to the men's room to fuck." I whispered.
"That is why I love you so much Honey, because you don't mind if I fuck other men, and as you know, I love and need to fuck a lot of men! But I promise to always, always, ALWAYS, will come back to you. With all my love and my 'sloppy seconds' filled pussy. Just for you, with all my love." Jeanette whispered so lovingly.
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That was then, on our 10th anniversary, so long ago now. But please, Kids, let me explain how we got here and 'How I Met Your Mother'...
Back when I was in high school in a little town about an hour south of San Jose, I was a very shy nerd. I never dated in high school as I had no money, no job or a car.
So all I did was study and was doing college level Calculus as a freshman in high school. I already learned high school Algebra 1 & 2, and Geometry, in 7th & 8th grade.
Trig and calculus, just seemed all so easy for me. But I loved math, and got perfect grades in all the math classes. So my student councilor advised me that I should tutor and help others in these subjects.
So all 4 years of High School, my only real social life was tutoring other students. I didn't make much money doing that, but it was fun and I got to know several other students, some of the female kind. That wasn't much social interaction with a female, but it sure was a lot more than I would have had otherwise!
My folks helped prepare me for community college by giving me Mom's old station wagon. Dad could then buy Mom something new and snazzy. Now, I could get to the community college in the next town over. I figured I could also date now as well! But then, I racked my brain trying to figure who I could call for a date.
I had met Jeanette when I tutored her math classes, she seemed very nice so I thought I'd try asking her to be my first ever date. She always seemed very sweet to me so I thought I would try her first. When I called, she suggested we go out to Bolado Park. A small country picnic park, with a swimming pool, and snack bar.
I tried not to be nervous on my 'first ever date'. I tried just to focus on our previous interactions of her just being a friend and that there was nothing sexual or special about this date. I figured we just go to Bolado Park, drink a soda and chat like we would when I helped her with her math. No big deal! So No reason to be nervous!
So I picked her up about 7pm, we were just dressed casual, like at school. We drove out 8 miles to Bolado park, and parked in the big parking lot that was mostly empty. We walked hand in hand into the snack bar and swimming pool observation area which is very much like a boardwalk with various games and other things.
I got us a couple fountain drinks and we just sat and visited while we laughed and giggled at all the antics the kids were pulling in the lighted swimming pool. The Life Guard giving them stern looks that the kids ignored, sometimes blowing a whistle.
Time just seemed to fly by while we were sitting together talking and I was so relaxed and happy. I was hoping she liked me, maybe enough for another date. We were away from our folks, chatting and more relaxed than at school or at home under the watchful eyes of her folks.
We talked about all kinds of things, and Jeanette explained she really wanted to be a nurse. I thought that was a great idea. I explained that I would probably go into computer programing, but I knew I had a lot to learn yet. I guess all depended on getting into the community college in Gilroy and what they had to offer.
I noticed what we called 'wet backs', which are the Mexican farm workers, that just come up from Mexico, to work the farms in our agricultural community each summer. I didn't think any of them were legal, but most folks didn't worry as we needed them and they always went back to Mexico after the harvest was over.
As far as I knew, they were 'OK' folks, since they just keep to themselves, and work hard. I guess about 30 men were here tonight trying to get some fresh air, relax, and maybe socialize a little. I didn't see any Mexican women that they were probably hoping to meet.
I have been on several farms and seen their poor living conditions. Usually just a small shack with a concrete floor, no furniture, a square opening for windows and a hole in the ground for toilets. Many just sleep in the orchards making themselves a sleeping pallet out of empty wooden fruit crates. Outside the breeze helps keep you more comfortable in the summer heat.
"John, I have to go to the bathroom. Do you know where it is?" Jeanette asked me.
"Sure, there is one down at the far end of the boardwalk down there, (pointing) and
the bigger ones are thru that door into the auditorium to the right. they are much nicer usually, cleaner and closer. Almost everyone uses those." I said, then noticed the clock over the auditorium door said 9pm.