I would want you to treat me like some slut, some cheap whore you’ve just picked up, and all you want to do is fuck me, regardless of what I might w...nt.”She pushed me off her, and sat up, facing away from me, and put her head down between her hands.“I would want to feel like I am just a thing for you to use,” she continued. “I know you aren’t that type of guy, but sometimes ... I don’t know why, but I would like to feel that I was being treated just as a sex object, just something to be fucked.. I think that he and I BOTH knew what they wanted and after seeing all these young guys naked, I was ready for anything and didn't care if my son watched me or not.I joined the guys at our pool bar and after a few minutes, several of them kept putting their hands on my leg, shoulder, whatever, and they were getting kinda touchy feely if you know what I mean..LOL! Since I was sitting in a chair, one of the boys was standing right next to me and his cock was literally inches from my face and I. My body shook, I bit my lower lip, I moaned, my eyes closed and I lost control. He kept his finger buried in my ass as he tasted my juices licking me and scooping more out with his tongue. I opened my eyes and saw that his were closed as he lapped away. Just seeing the joy on his face brought me right back to hovering on the edge again. When his eyes opened and saw mine I smiled and blew him a kiss. He kissed my other lips. I watched him rise and briefly thought that he was going to stop, I. Smiling as I knew in my heart that his love and performance were driven to new levels by what had happened and, even now, by what he perceived as the competition that was still there from Chris.Chris may have been a ghost, thousands of miles away in California. But to my husband, who thought he’d lost me to Chris, however physically remote he was, in Dave’s mind he was still a ‘clear and present danger.’You might think I’m a callous and selfish bitch thinking this as we made love, but I’m only.