Chapter 1

Hi, I’m Selena, and I want to tell you about another one of my adventures:

My husband, Brian, suddenly found himself out of work one day. The company he worked for made some downsizing, and after paying him severance, he found himself with some money in the bank ... but at 49 years old and unemployed.

So he decided to buy a taxi license. We’re from Valencia, and the port always provided work with the passengers disembarking ... but when the sixth fleet arrived, the flow of taxis with the Americans was overwhelming. To recoup our investment faster, we decided to both work the taxi. Brian started at 5 a.m. and worked until 5 p.m., and I started at 6 p.m. and worked until 5 a.m.

One day, when I was changing shifts, he told me the Americans had arrived and that I’d have work. So I went out, and you could definitely feel the activity. When night fell, you had to go to the clubs to pick someone up. Some guys were leaving with girls they’d picked up and taking them to the boat, making out on the way. I’d discreetly look in the rearview mirror and see them slipping their hands under their miniskirts, and how the girls eventually spread their legs.

That was starting to turn me on, because Brian and I hadn’t had sex since we both started working as taxi drivers; we were hardly ever together. It was around four o’clock when two black guys went out to get a taxi, but none of my colleagues wanted to take them, so I offered. Since no one objected, I took them. They wanted to go to a brothel, and I told them they were already closed, that I could take them to the ship. They agreed, and one got in the front and the other in the back. The one in the front said what a shame because we had our dicks full of cum, and we were planning to spend a good amount of money ... I, who was incredibly horny after giving their colleagues rides, seeing the way they were groping the girls, pretended my hand was slipping off the gearshift and landing on his crotch, and while caressing it, I said, “If you want, I can take care of your horniness. Instead of going to the ship, we’ll go to my place. I’ll give the taxi to my husband, and we’ll have twelve hours to get up to some dirty business, but that’ll cost you two hundred euros.” (They looked so horny that I knew they’d agree; there’s nothing hornier than a marine.) when it arrives in port) and they said okay, but breakfast has to be included.

We got home, and I told them to wait on a bench in front of the house until my husband came out. When Brian came out, I leaned out the window and whistled for them to come up. While they were coming up, I made them some cold beers. As soon as they got inside, they gave me the €200. They asked me to put on some soft music, saying they wanted to caress me from head to toe. I put on a jazz CD, which was super slow.

I was wearing a denim miniskirt and a tank top, since it was July and the temperature that night was tropical. One of them came up behind me and pressed himself against me like a limpet. I immediately felt something very hard press against my ass, while the other, coming up from the front, pressed himself against me as if he wanted to become part of me. Between the two big black guys, the temperature, how turned on I was after so long without sex, and feeling their cocks, which kept growing, trying to drill into my miniskirt, I reached behind me, feeling around for the zipper, which I unzipped as I let my head fall back, which he took advantage of. Johnny, who was standing in front of me, kissed my neck, sending a shiver down my spine as my vulva began to wet my panties.