One cold beer in my hand and an even hotter pussy between my legs that's been soaking through this bikini all afternoon — I sent the husband to run errands just so I could lay out here fantasizing about the pool boy catching me, watching my nipples harden through this tiny top while I pretend not to notice him staring. I want someone to peel this green fabric to the side and taste how fucking desperate I am, fingers digging into my thighs while the neighbors might see, fucking me raw on this lounge chair until I'm screaming loud enough for the whole block to know what a dirty married slut I really am. Who's brave enough to give me what my husband clearly can't?