Sometimes, prostitution phone sex is the only option for me to get coke. My husband cut me off financially years ago when he realized that the allowance he gave me for household things was going up my nose. I usually can trade pussy for coke though. Most of my local dealers are down for that. I take cock up my ass and suck dick, and I get some coke. I was fucking my usual dealer the other day in my marriage bed and in walked my husband who was supposed to be at work. He knows I am a slut, and he has no problem with me fucking our sons or random men. He just thinks I am off the coke. My dealer was unaware of my special relationship with my husband. He grabbed his bag and fled the scene leaving me with no coke. My husband knows he married a whore. That is why he married me. He just does not want me spending money on coke. We never talked about me trading coke for pussy, but I am afraid to let him know why I really fuck so many black guys. Anyway, with my dealer out the door with the coke, and my husband home sick, I had no choice but to go downtown and hook. I needed coke. Most days, I need it more than I need a husband, LOL. I went to this truck stop, peeled my suburban housewife clothes off and begged for some one to fuck me for cash. I had to fuck a few truckers to get enough money to score coke from another trucker. My husband thought I went to the store, so I had to come back with some groceries too. My sons knew what I was really up to though. While daddy was crashed out sleeping his cold away, they fucked me while I partied. I am ready for the weekend because whoring myself out lets me be a drugs phone sex mommy all weekend long.