I am two completely different women. I am a wife and mother as well as a slave to this sex-drive that magically appeared in my thirties. Today's outfit is a perfect example. I sit at home in my casual capris and my husbands gray t-shirt, and underneath them are a tight black bra, and some hot white silky panties. I sit here baking pies for my husband and children and I am plagued by what my days have started to become. Where did this sex-fiend come from? From deep within me... forcing me into sexual frenzies with strangers and old friends... a married man's bed, a hotel room, a bachelor pad, on our family room couch, and I am not satisfied. I am as far from satisfied as I can be, I am left craving more and more. While the pies cool and I come down from the orgasms my pink vibrator gave to me, I feel in the perfect state of mind to tell you about this.

          I started having sex in my early teens. It did not give me pleasure; I only had sex to please the boy or man I was with. I finally had an orgasm when I bought my first vibrator and all I could think about was staying in bed all day just the vibrator and me. I had almost 75 sexual partners by the time I turned 20 and never felt satisfied.

          In the following 3 years I got married, had a baby and got divorced. This triggered my need to find happiness and desire through sex with anyone I could find who would have sex with me or who would accept a blow-job from me. Twenty-three more partners later, I still had no self-worth, was pregnant, and my lover had moved in. Eight years and a few kids later, I find myself at a precipice. I love my husband but my needs are far greater than what he can provide. We will call my husband Dan and I will tell you about him next.

More to come...