I'm 26, and I'm now single. I have a deadbeat ex-husband and to pay the bills I have two jobs. I do not have time to date but I almost had a complete nervous breakdown a few months ago and being lonely was a huge factor. It was like everything came crashing down on me at once.

Things were not going well for me after my divorce and I was staying with my very religious friend Mary, to help me get back on my feet. It took a year until I was financially stable enough to move out on my own, but that was only a couple of weeks ago. Sometimes I wonder how I ever made it through that year.

One of my other girlfriends Kate (she is married so I couldn't stay with her) was there to comfort me though and her advice was to schedule in one day a month just for me. "Have some fun and get laid," were her exact words. My sex life was non-existent until I took her advice.

The only problem was that I lived in a small town and if Mary found out I was sleeping around she would freak. Yes I know, I shouldn't have been worrying about what she thought about me but at the time I had no where else to go and didn't want to make living with her unbearable. It's the truth and it was a very real dilemma for me.

The solution was signing up on Adult Friend Finder and meeting guys from a nearby city at a motel just outside of town. It saved a lot of time searching for men at a bar and I didn't have to worry about some guy phoning me at home for another date, or being seen by any of my Mary's gossipy church friends. I made all the arrangements and got to know the guys discretely using my laptop. I ended up having a number of wild affairs without Mary suspecting a thing.

My girlfriend Kate was completely right, only instead of once a month I managed to squeeze in the time for a good lay once a week. Every Friday Mary would go play cards with her other friends and I would have the evening to myself with a hot guy. It got to be so routine that every Thursday my pussy was just aching for a hard cock and getting through my work day on Fridays was shear torture. Tthe anticipation of what I would be doing that night had me daydreaming the entire day.

I had a number of lovers during that time, eight in total, but none of them compared to Max, an overly muscular construction worker that I just couldn't get enough of. He was the only guy that I managed to have sex with during the week. He worked in the city but he would drive out and stay at the motel. I'd meet him for a quickie with the excuse that I was going out for cigarettes. I've never had sex feel so naughty in my life.

The weekends with Max were amazing. Every Friday for two months he gave me such satisfaction that I found myself daydreaming all the time about what it was like to feel him thrusting into me. It wasn't anything particular about him that I found attractive, except that he was very muscular. His cock was average size, six inches, but he had so much energy it was like being carried away on a roller coaster ride. A ride that fucked me silly until I'd had at least three orgasms and made me feel like the sexiest woman alive, but that's about how I'd describe our entire affair.

I was still very emotionally fragile and I even wanted to start dating Max for real but it was obvious he didn't like the idea of settling down. He broke it off with the excuse that he felt we were incompatible and spending more time together would only make our eventual break up harder. What a crock of shit. Men are pigs, I'm just glad I didn't spend more time with him doing the usual things couples do. I went wild with many different men after that and I think it cured me of feeling like I need to have a man to make me complete.

Now that I'm on my own I don't have to run around from motel to motel anymore. My Fridays have even gotten a little wilder, I can party for an entire night now without worrying about Mary finding out. My life is finally under control and I'm thinking about looking for a new husband, but there's no rush. I'm starting to really like variety and enjoy the freedom of being single.