Last week I was stressed. Between work and doctors appointments, I was just over everything. By Monday my stress levels had reached their peak. And like all good sluts, the only thing that could calm me down was sex. Luckily my husband always knows exactly what I need. So late Monday morning, my husband tag teamed me with L. L has a huge cock and massive loads. He deposited two deep in me. A few hours later, S dropped by. Unlike my hour long session with L, S only lasted for a few minutes. He tried to pull out so he wouldn't cum, but S ended up exploding on my back. Coincidentally he was the only man that didn't make me cum that day. But I like being used and discarded. S fucking me long enough to get his without caring about whether I came turned me on. An hour or so after that, I was on my way to work when my client cancelled. Luckily J lived in the area, so I dropped by his place. J is muscular and fucks hard and fast. J was covered in sweat by the time he was through with me and I honestly wanted to lick it off him. I left J's place very satisfied. Now we all know that I'm insatiable. The more sex I get, the more I want. After J was done using me, I went home and finished dinner, helped get the kids ready for bed, and masturbated while my husband tucked the kids in. I could hear the cum swishing as soon as the vibrator touched my clit and I came quickly. I even rubbed my fingers over my clit and licked the cum off. Soon after my husband came to bed. He fucked me, choked me, and told me how proud he was of his dirty slut wife. After an hour or two he left a load of his own inside me. By this point I was dripping so much that my opening was entirely covered. I asked my husband to take a photo and of course he obliged. If you think that's the end of the story, you are wrong. See I woke up early the next morning and drove straight to N's place. He left the back door open for me. I walked straight into N's bedroom, stripped, and blew him like my life depended on it. N loves dirty talk and I made sure to tell him all of my naughty thoughts and we fucked for hours. I squirted several times and ruined his poor sheets. N and I use condoms, but the condom broke (again) and I ended up taking his load too. My Tuesday went a lot better. At this point, it's probably safe to say that I'm a sex addict. I thought about getting help but why? Being a slut is a dirty job but someone has to do it.