Do I think I'm a Good Wife? - Sex Stories

Do I think I'm a Good Wife?

... with 10 intense pulsating patterns. The only problem is the charge only lasts 45 minutes. I would insert that little toy and play with myself when I go shopping.

I was playing with intensity while I was shopping at Stardust Chrystal, it was so intense that I lost control and knocked over a display rack trying to catch my balance. It was like playing dominos.

Word to self, 'play with the settings before you leave the house!'

Anyway, the girls are going into their Junior Year, and Tom's travel hasn't slowed down any.

I tried to be a good wife. Oh, I tried, I was at Walmart so often buying batteries that I was on a first-name base with the cashiers.

Look, I have a problem, an addiction. It's like being on crack, I need my fix. The difference between sex and crack is that I can't give up sex and don't want to. I'm sure Tom doesn't want me to either. So, I can't just go cold turkey and take a sex addict remedy.

My doctor and therapist both tell me there is nothing wrong with me.

I'm like an oversexed teen!

Fuck! I couldn't take it any longer; I cheated on Tom. I'm a bad wife I know! I know!

I plotted and planned. No one could ever know. Who should I go after to satisfy my desire? Not old, I already had old. When Tom was younger, sex was incredible. Don't get me wrong, it's still great with Tom. If Tom were here and we were having sex a few times a week, I wouldn't be sexually frustrated. But he's not.

At 53, Tom has slowed down a little. One time when ...

... we were going at it hot and heavy, I thought I killed him. I was riding my husband like I was back in the old west.

I should've been a cowboy

I should've learned to rope and ride

Wearin' my six-shooter, ridin' my pony on a cattle drive

Stealin' the young girls' hearts

Just like Gene and Roy

Singin' those campfire songs

Woah, I should've been a cowboy

Rest in Peace Toby Keith

His recovery time isn't like it used to be. But that's okay. I love Tom and once all this traveling is over, I will never cheat on Tom again. The problem is, I don't know when it will end or if it ever will.

So, I plotted and planned. I thought long and hard. And then I came up with it. College kids. Those boys are horny and love to fuck. They fuck like a dog in heat. A hot MILF like me, who would turn me down.

I needed rules. Condoms are a must. STDs are bad and can lead to divorce. Blow jobs. I love giving head and if any of you girls say you don't, then you don't deserve to be married.

No coming in the mouth. Coming on tits is okay by me. If a little lands on my face, I'll deal with it.

Kissing? No kissing.

I once saw a video, well it was a TikTok, at the Mustang Ranch and how they check their customers for STDs and clod sources, stuff like that. I have to watch some YouTube videos so I can do the same.

Money, I need to ask Tom to increase my allowance. I get a certain amount of money that he doesn't question. I just need to come up with an excuse as to why ...