A prison

Michelle was a counselor at a maximum security prison. She was already the victim of the most vile catcalls and ****; if word of her problem ever got out there would be a riot. Michelle was a bombshell. As practically the only woman these convicts ever see, there was no doubt they all fantasized about her. Some would be only too happy to take advantage.

The upside was that between the guards and the prisoners, she was never far from a fresh load in the event of an emergency. The downside was that there were hundreds of ruthless convicts eager to help her out.

Michelle could see your tortured expression as you worked this out and she poured you another glass of wine. "Oh honey, it's alright the first place I'll go will always be you. I'm going to try to hold on as long as I can before I have to ask someone else."

You frowned. The sentiment was nice, but really that wasn't safe. Your wife had the cum addiction bad. Really, as soon as she felt it coming on, she should seek some help. You couldn't bring yourself to tell her; anyway those pamphlets would all say it for you.

"John? John?" she asked sweetly, holding out your wine to you. "Sweetie, want to give me another one?"