Cindy and I were eager to fuck a bunch of men, yet Rodney kept turning up empty day after day. Even he was too busy to fuck me while Cindy had her period. I hadn't realized how much I became used to cuming several times a day. I got so desperate I tried beating off, learning that masturbation offers relief, not satisfaction. I couldn't comprehend how I used to go months without an orgasm -- fucking months! That weekend, I almost fucked Jack. That's how bad I got. In fact, if I knew he wouldn't give me some horrible disease, I would have. But the thought of herpes or worse straight jacketed me. After fucking dozens of women, I assumed Jack had something. If I wasn't getting some on the side, I would be forced to divorce him, regardless of how much I wanted my kids to have a two-parent home. Everyone needs a stress-reducer. Mine was sex. Except now not even I could get some. So I went jogging, sticking Jack with the babies. Fuck, I jogged a lot that weekend. The only thing that kept me sane was Cindy's promise to fuck me Monday morning.
