Girl Gone Bad

I am not sure where to start, so bear with me.

I am a 32 year old married female. I have two children. I am the bread winner in my house, although my husband makes good enough money as well.

I spend some time on the road as I have four offices that directly report to me. I visit each one each month. My mom lives next to us and helps get the kids on and off the bus (and such) when I am away and my husband is working.

Two years ago, while visiting my Kansas City office, I hooked up with a guy I had met in the gym next to my hotel. It wasn’t planned, but it did happen. I could tell you that I regretted it or I could tell you I loved it, but it does not matter. What it did do was give me something different. See, my husband is the only man that I have ever touched, seen, sucked or fucked. The experience of experiencing these things with another man was ultimately just different.

On another trip (Omaha), around the same time, I actively looked for the same type of experience - something different. 32, fit, open to sex and outwardly looking for - it was easy to find. Same type of situation, met a guy at the gym I go to after work and hooked up with him that night.

At my office Boulder, the same desire was there. This time I had two guys (23 year olds). It was a different experience for sure. They were super horny and their cocks NEVER when soft. They just kept fucking me that night. I went to work the next day and my pussy felt ‘open’.

About a year later, at my Seattle office, I had my first interracial experience. It was fun and different as well.

Here is the thing: I never hooked up with the same people and I have not stopped meeting new men. In these two years I have fucked over 30 men. I still fuck my husband (almost every night I am home) but I desire the hunt for new men. It is always available when I am hunting and I am still finding different experiences.

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