Zita, 41, married for love, even though she had an inkling that her boyfriend wouldn’t be talented to keep her sexually proud.
“He didn’t know how to use it at all,” Zita said. “Two pumps and he’d be done. But other than in the bedroom, I was pleased. Sexually excited as hell all the time, always sneaking off to play with myself, but happy nonetheless.”
Then one afternoon, Zita was working her shift in the hair salon, listening to all of the other stylists complain about their boyfriends and husbands, when that babe came to a realization: This babe wasn’t getting any younger, but she sure as hell was getting hornier. And then that babe looked down and saw the humongous bulge in her male client’s jeans.
Said Zita, “At that pont of time, for the 1st time in my life, after a lifetime of resisting, I knew I couldn’t resist.”
U can guess what happened next. Among the many previously forbidden things Zita has done in the year since that babe left her husband:
1. Had a three-some with one of the other lady hairdressers at work and one of that hairdresser’s male clients.
TWO. Had sex on the beach at Coney Island with one of the lifeguards.
3. Identified that penis size isn’t important. And least not to her.
“I definitely do not plan on getting married some other time, that is for sure,” she said. “That wouldn’t be fair to the lad. I mean, some honeys spend their lives looking for love. But I might as well face it. I’m addicted to cock!”
