

It's getting bad. I've taken to using Mr Poindexter at least twice a day for sex, maybe 3 times. He's all "can't you get a new boyfriend omg!!! When are you going to your conference to see your work colleague??"
Sometimes he stops after I have a huge orgasm on his cock or his face, just all "ok, can I go now? Are you ok again?"
Don't feel sorry for him though. He chose a wife that would turn into a lusty milf that needs sex all the time, he has no one to blame but himself. I even tell him "you know, a lotta husbands would be happy if their wives wanted sex all the time. You know that right?" He rolls his eyes at me😆