I went to college and met my husband. He was the first man I had sex with. I think I married him because he was the first man I fucked and I felt it w...s the right thing to do. Things got pretty vanilla fast and I found myself increasingly bored.My husband had a friend he did business with. This man was forty and I was 28. He was your typical salesman. He was outgoing, gregarious, flirtatious, fun to be around, the real life of the party. We would go out with him when he came to town. He flirted. But there was something I needed first.I pushed Addie over on her back, then lifted my lips off of hers about an inch and whispered, “I want… want you… to… finish what you started Monday… for Nick.”I felt her body tense, “Honey, I… ”“To make yourself come… I want to watch.” Then I took her right hand and moved it down to the inside of her thigh. Right at the edge of her silk panties, indicating what I wanted.Addie spread her legs apart just a little and tentatively moved her fingers, brushing. Il eut l'air un peu surpris de me voir arriver au m?me niveau que lui.Il sortit alors de sa poche un gros marqueur noir et il commen?a ? fairedu coloriage sur moi. Il ?crivait des choses, il faisait des dessins, ils'amusait bien avec moi. ? tout prendre, j'aurais pr?f?r? une bonnesodomie bien douloureuse, parce que je pensais ? ce qui allait arriver,une fois que cette encre aurait s?ch? sur mon plastique.La nuit passa. Ils ne se r?veill?rent qu'en milieu de matin?e etpartirent l'un apr?s. This always ended when the guys found out she was bringing other men over in their absence to have sex with me as well. We stayed in various motels and hotels mostly along I-95, highway 1 or a few further inland.She had a knack for finding the trashiest neighborhoods with the scuzziest men who had no problem with having sex with me. Mostly it was one-on-one but a lot of times it was with pairs or groups of men. Vicky had always resisted, always fought, always argued and this kept her numbers.