“I am so sick and tired of weekends.” I said slamming a pillow on the couch.

“What are you talking about?” Robert asked.

“Every weekend all you do is watch sports.” I said disgusted.

“That isn't true.” Robert said as he frowned.

“Oh you're right. You also eat the food I cook you. That is all that you do.” I said in anger.

“Why are you so pissed off?” I asked.

“Don't worry about me. Go and watch your sports. Let me know who wins.” I said as I left the living room.

“You don't have to be so bitchy.” He said as I left.

I get sick and tired of this. I've been married to him for five years and it is always the same thing. On the weekends he never does anything that I want to do. The only he does is watch TV. He also eats the food I cook for him. If I am lucky, I can watch him drink beer too. Lots and lots of beer until he passes out on the couch. I can't believe that is his idea of a good weekend.

“What is wrong honey?” Robert asked as he walked into the kitchen.

“Oh nothing. Just trying to figure out what you would like to eat for dinner.” ” said waving a pot in the air.

“Put the pot down. You don't want to hurt yourself.” Robert said as he backed up.

“Don't worry about me. Worry about the final score of the game. Also, worry about the cold beer in the refrigerator. Maybe you need me to get you some more?” I said like a smart ass.

“Whoa… you really are acting strange.” Robert said.

“A woman needs to get laid from time to time.” I said shaking my fist in the air.

“What are you talking about?” He asked confuses.

“You watch sports all fucking day long. All the time I am craving cock. I want cock so bad, I was going to try anal sex with you.” I said stomping my feet.

“Anal sex?” Robert said with a smile.

“Yes, anything to get you to fuck me.” I said.

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It was my birthday. Us ladies don't like to tell our age, but I turned 35. Most people say that I don't look 35, post people think I'm in my early twenties. I was even asked for my I.D. a few times last year when I went to a bar. I don't mind telling people how old I am, I like to see the shock on their faces when they hear my age.

I had a little birthday party, nothing to major. Friends and family came over for ice cream and cake. We ate, we talked, you know the usual birthday stuff. I asked everyone before hand if they would give me money instead of a gift. I told them that I was having problems making ends meet, so I needed some extra money. That really wasn't the truth, I had an idea that I was going to use the money on. An idea that if all went right, would rock my fucking world.

The party lasted for a few hours. The party was over when the cake and ice cream ran out. You know how people are, once the free food is all they leave. I didn't mind, they were getting on my nerves anyway. I just wanted some peace and quite for myself. At least until my fun was to begin.

I took a nap, that way I would have plenty of energy. I might look like I am still young, but my body doesn't feel that way. I'm not the spring chicken that I used to be. Looks can be deceiving, you know. I took a nap on the couch with the TV on. Sometimes I like to take naps with a little background noise going on. I don't know why that is, maybe because it makes me feel like I'm not alone. Sometimes I turn the TV on or play some music while I'm doing house work. If I had a husband or a man in my life, I probably wouldn't need those things to keep me company.

I decided that for my birthday, I wanted to call an escort service. Not just any escort service, but one that had men. Yes, I was going to get myself two high priced whores. But, after all, it was my birthday. I deserve a little fun every now and then. A woman needs to be fucked good every now and then. If she doesn't, then she will become a bitch.

I haven't had sex in a long time. Longer than I am willing to admit. I wish that I was able to have a steady relationship with a man, but it hasn't happened. Not yet at least. I try to find good men, but maybe that is my problem.

Maybe my problem finding a good man is that I try to hard. Maybe I should just relax and forgot about looking. The last time I tried that I found a man that broke my heart. At least these escort guys can't break my heart.

I called them on the phone and asked for two of their guys with the biggest dicks. I told them that it was my birthday and I wanted to have some fun. Some fun with some well hung guys that is. The escort service said the men would be over in about a half hour. That was actually quicker than I had expected. I thought that these guys would take a few hours to get here.

I went into the bathroom to freshen up a bit. I put on some perfume and put on some makeup. I wanted to look good when they escorts came over. I also put on some music, but wasn't sure what to put on. Everything that I heard on the radio, reminded me of porno music. But, maybe that was because I was thinking too much about having sex with the escorts.

I heard my door bell ring almost thirty minutes after I placed my call. Actually, I would be willing to bet that it was thirty minutes exactly since I called the escort service. I don't know though, because I wasn't keeping track.

“Hello!” I said as I opened the door.

It was them, two hot studs who were going to fuck my brains loose. I let them in the house and I checked them over. They were well built, actually one of the guys looked like he was a construction worker. He had what almost looked like a construction worker costume on. He was wearing a plaid flannel shirt, blue jeans, and work boots. The other guy looked kind of like a biker. Not like the bikers that you normally see, he was clean and very well groomed. Actually both of the guys were well groomed.

“What can we do for you?” The biker guy asked.

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“Honey, I'm home.” Patrick said as he shut the door.

Patrick loves to watch porn movies. I don't care much for them, but I like watching him watch them. If that makes any sense. I love to see a man get really turned on. I think it makes sex way more fun.

“Did you get a porn movie?” I asked.

“You know I did!” Patrick said as he sat down on the couch.

I went upstairs and I got the lube and the condoms. Sometimes when he is watching porn movies, he fucks me really fast and hard. Sometimes I have to use extra lube so I don't get sore. That is how hard he fucks me. I don't mind it though, I think it feels good. Every now and then I like to get fucked really hard. I like to get fucked so hard, that I loose my voice. But, it takes a damn good porn movie for that to happen.

“I've got everything ready.” I said as I walked down the stairs.

“Let me relax for a few minutes and smoke a cigarette.” Patrick said as he pulled a cigarette out of his pocket.

I already know what he will do next. Patrick will take a few puffs off of his cigarette and blow the smoke out his nostrils. Half way through his cigarette, he will say he has to go take a piss. I know him well enough to know, that he makes sure his bladder is empty before he has sex. He says that he hates having to piss during sex. I get so involved while having sex, that I don't even notice if I have to piss.

“I'm going to go take a piss.” Patrick said exhaling smoke from his mouth.

I told you, he would take a piss before we had sex! Do I know my man or what?!

“I'll take off my clothes as you put the tape in.” I said as I took off my pants.

Since this was just a movie rental, there wasn't any plastic to remove off of the box.

Sometimes it takes so long to remove that plastic from the boxes, that I loose interest in having sex. When I am in the mood to get fucked, I want to get fucked.

“Okay, now all we have to do is wait.” Patrick said as he put the movie in.Why is it that all of these movies seem to have twenty minutes worth of commercials in the beginning? I guess some guys who watch these movies like to call phone sex numbers when they are done. I don't know why a man would want to do that. I mean, they should be jacking off to the video they are watching!

Patrick pulled down his pants and flicked his cock around a few times. He likes to do this to make it hard. I have never known a man to flick his cock around to get it hard. But, it works for him I guess. I moved in and started to work his cock with my hand. It got hard in no time.

The movie came on and the first thing I saw, was lesbians. They went straight into eating pussy, they didn't even kiss each other.

“Fast forward to the next scene. I hate watching lesbos have sex.” I said.

“This whole tape is lesbians having sex.” Patrick said as he watched the movie.

“All of the movie is lesbians? No men at all?” I asked stunned.

“Yes, all lesbians.” He said.

“You know I don't like to watch lesbos have sex. Why did you get a movie like this?” I asked.

“Because I wanted to see lesbians.” Patrick replied.

What do men get out of watching two women having sex? I will never understand this. I think it is so gross, that it makes me sick!

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As soon as I woke up, I started to feel lonely. Even though it has only been a month since I broke up with Kevin, it felt like ten years. Usually I am fine on my own. I don't need a man around me all the time. But, I'm sure you know what I am talking about. The bed feels awfully empty when you wake up all alone.

I got out of bed and done my drill. I'm sure you know what I am talking about. I worked out for about a half an hour and then I ate my breakfast. I put on a nice outfit and called a few of my girl friends on the phone.

Not much was going on with them. One of them said they had planned a quite evening alone with her boyfriend. I knew what she was talking about. They were going to have a good meal then they were going to have sex. Even though I know I have done it a million times, just hearing her talk about it made me want to throw up. I didn't need to hear that she was going to have mind mending romantic sex, while I sit in front of the TV watching reruns.

Two of my other friends said they were going to go out to the bar. They asked me if I would like to go with them. I'm not much of a bar person. Actually, the smell of cigarette smoke gets on my nerves. But, I just couldn't allow myself to sit on the couch like a lump all day.

I told them if they wanted to come over, I would throw a few chicken breasts on the grill. I didn't want to eat lunch alone. They said they would love to come over and visit. It sure is a good thing too, because I really needed the company.

We had a little BBQ and it was fun. Just a nice meal with the girls. Then, they left so they could get ready to go out drinking. These girls have stomaches made out of lead, so they start drinking early. Me on the other hand, a few drinks and I am three sheets in the wind.

I went through my closet to find something that looked sexy, but not trashy. I figured if I was going to go out to the bar, I might as well look for a man while I was there. Hell, at this point I would have going to a funeral to find a good man. Of course, he couldn't be the dead guy, unless he had a shit load of insurance. Hehehe.

I found just the outfit that I was looking for. It was a black skirt that came up a few inches from my knee. I also found a nice v neck shirt to go along with it. Something that would show off my boobs, but not be too revealing. I had one hell of a time finding my black panty hose. I almost shit a fit when I thought I would have to go to the store to buy some more.

To top off this hot little outfit, I put on some heels with straps around the ankles. A lot of guys say that I have great feet, so sometimes I like to show them off. But, I don't go over board showing them off. Those guys who have the feet fetish are so strange! I dated one and he was one of the weirdest people that I have ever met. He was a nice guy, but weird!

I did my hair. Actually, I just put some moose in my hair. I just wanted to give my curls a more fuller look. I also put on some lipstick and a new kind of gloss. I'm forget what it is called, but it looks really nice. It looks shiny longer than any others that I have used. I got some of it from the drug store that isn't too far away.

Before I knew it, they were at my house. Cindy ran in and told me to get the hell out, the meter was running! They got a taxi cab so they wouldn't have to drive home. One time we all went out and Cindy almost got charged with DUI. She only had a few drinks, so the cop let her go. That was too close of a call.

I got in the taxi and was taken back by how bad the driver smelled. This guy smelled like he never had taken a bath! Wow, it was so bad I actually held my nose. All of the windows were rolled down too. Shelly was so disgusted by the smell, she had her head out the window like she was a dog! It was too funny.

We got to the bar and there were some people there. Not many, but enough to walk around and talk to. My friends are hardcore drinkers, so they like to get there early so they have plenty of time to drink. We walked around awhile, then we went to the counter.

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