After some pretty intense sex with my husband and a few of our friends last week, I told him as we were lying in bed together that I was going to masturbate. Didn’t you get enough from 4 guys, he asks? I’m being stupid by telling him that having one cock only makes me want more, and that I could fuck the entire Kansas City Chiefs football team (they were playing; go Chiefs! ), and still want more.
He exposed the crap I was saying. I have therefore been a little bit of a bad girl this year, sleeping with 20-something men and rotating a few of them. Every man I have sex with is known to my husband (just as I am aware of the little skanks he has sex with), and he frequently becomes friends with those who become regulars.
Yes, I had no idea there were that many. He decides that I should just be a fuck toy for three days while we are on vacation this week. He texted the guys, saying, “I’m available for sex whenever and as much as they want; just stop by the house.”