Zita, 41, married for love, even though she had an inkling that her husband wouldn't be able to keep her sexually satisfied.
“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 happy. Horny 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 she came to a realization: She wasn't getting any younger, but she sure as hell was getting hornier. And then she looked down and saw the gigantic bulge in her male client's jeans.
Said Zita, “At that moment, for the first time in my life, after a lifetime of resisting, I knew I couldn't resist.”
You can guess what happened next. Among the many previously forbidden things Zita has done in the year since she left her husband:
1. Had a threesome with one of the other female hairdressers at work and one of that hairdresser's male clients.
2. Had sex on the beach at Coney Island with one of the lifeguards.
3. Discovered that cock size isn't important. And least not to her.
“I definitely don't plan on getting married again, that's for sure,” she said. “That wouldn't be fair to the guy. I mean, some women spend their lives looking for love. But I might as well face it. I'm addicted to cock!”
