“Hi, I’m Beverly Fox, and I am a sex addict.” I have said that a dozen times in the twelve-step program, but it never cured my addiction. When it comes right down to it, I can’t resist a cock when it’s in front of me, and I love my slutty life.
I wasn’t thinking about boys when I first realized that my pussy was meant for more than just peeing. I experimented with masturbation. My first orgasm was a stellar experience. I became hooked. Ever since that day, I have been on a quest for pleasure.
My slutty ways started in my senior year of high school, and I got better at it when I went to college. I got my degree in marketing, but most of my studying was in dorm rooms, frat houses, locker rooms, and cheap motels.
My first gang bang was during my sophomore spring break in Cancun, Mexico. I was partying with three frat guys at a strip club. The club had an amateur night contest, and the guys dared me to enter it. I discovered how much I loved the attention I was getting by dancing on stage. By the time my first dance was over, my pussy had wet through my tight shorts.
Turned on like never before, I took those three guys back to their motel and rocked their world. I was insatiable. I made them keep the curtains open. A bunch of people walked by and saw us. I was shameless.
I got a job at a gentleman’s club when I returned to college after spring break. I told everyone that I needed the money, but getting naked in front of an audience of men was the real reason.
I was super-aroused every time I stepped onto the stage. Every night, I’d step on stage and watch the customers as they stared at me with lust in their eyes. I never got tired of it. It got me so horny that I would pick a guy or two and have wild sex with them after my shift.
After college, I looked for a real job, but I did not have much luck landing anything in marketing. So, I continued to strip on stage and work in the escort service. I was making enough money dancing and selling my body to wealthy men. I figured I would enjoy it as long as I could.
I met the man that I eventually married while dancing at the club. He was there with a group of clients on a business trip. He was very handsome, confident, and rich. He lived in southern California but continued traveling to San Francisco to see me. He was older than me by a decade and very experienced. He introduced me to sex clubs and adult bookstores.
Jack said he didn’t care that I was dancing or working as an escort, but as our relationship grew, I fell in love for the first time and quit the club and the escort service.
I was twenty-four when we got married. I went to work at a marketing firm, and we had a semi-normal life. We didn’t give up wild sex completely. We started going to swinger parties, sex clubs, and adult bookstores on weekends, and we went to places in different cities.
My husband expanded his company. It was a great success. But he started putting in many of hours at work. We bought a bigger house and joined a nearby country club where my husband entertained his clients. To top it off, I got a promotion at work. It was a fantastic opportunity to further my career, but it required a lot of travel. My husband encouraged me to take the promotion.
At first, our sexual relationship suffered. I was gone most of the week, and my husband often entertained his clients on weekends. During the week, we had phone sex and quickies. Our once-a-week weekend visits to swinger parties and sex clubs were now once a month. I felt like I was on a sexual diet. I started to get frustrated, and it showed. I was becoming a bitch.
My husband encouraged me to pick up guys when I traveled for work. At first, I resisted because everything we had done, we did together. But one night, I had a bit too much to drink at a hotel bar, and I let a guy seduce me into going to his room with him for a night of wild, kinky, nasty, meaningless sex. And I loved it.
When I sobered up, I felt guilty. I called my husband and tearfully confessed. He surprised me by making me give him the intimate details of my affair. I didn’t realize that he was jacking off as he listened to my details until he told me.
As I thought about it, it made sense that my husband was turned on by me telling him about the sex I had with the stranger. Lately, when we went to swinger parties, Jack was more of a watcher than a participant. He was the same way at the sex club, where he always took me to the group of sex rooms and set me up with other couples or groups of men.
At the adult bookstores, he would jack off while watching me blow a half-dozen guys at the glory holes. He was becoming more of a voyeur, and I was becoming more of a sex addict.
After that, my sex life improved. I was more sexually active and less of a bitch. Whenever I went on a business trip, I would have a meaningless one-night stand. I usually picked someone who was not associated with my job. I know how fast word gets around, and I didn’t want the drama that could entail. I just wanted the sex.
A few times, I went to sex clubs in neighboring cities. As a solo female, I had a lot of action at those clubs. I would call my husband afterward and relate the details or wait until I get home and share it with him in bed. A few times, I called him while I was having sex. He loved that.
Life was grand. I was getting everything I wanted. I had it all, a big million-dollar home in a gated neighborhood, a red Corvette, more clothes and shoes than I needed, a job that allowed me to travel around the country and have all the sexual adventures I wanted, and a loving husband who encouraged me to do so.
For the next few years, it all went well. But then, my husband started losing interest in having sex with me. He cut out the swinging parties and trips to the sex club and adult bookstores altogether. To make matters worse, my hours and trips at work were cut in half. Now, I was home with a lot of free time on my hands. I was starting to get frustrated again.
I started having affairs at home whenever Jack was away on his business trips. It was something I had never done before. I knew a scandal would hurt my husband and his business, but I couldn’t help myself. Eventually, I cut back on the affairs that I was having at home, but being the slut that I am, I couldn’t completely stop. I still would get together with a few of my favorite fuck buddies at a nearby hotel for an afternoon of hot and nasty sex.
As my husband’s interest in sex continued to fade, mine became stronger. I was close to becoming an insatiable nymphomaniac. Sex was on my mind every minute of the day. I would masturbate a half-dozen times or more each day.
When traveling on business, I always make time for a naughty adventure. My husband and I have a completely open relationship. We sleep in separate rooms. Our marriage is now a marriage of convenience. He doesn’t ask me about my sexual adventures, and I don’t tell. Now I enjoy writing about them and sharing them with readers who love stories like mine.
