I had sex with my husband only a few times. After giving birth, I fell into a sexless marriage for over ten years. To ease my loneliness, I started building sexual friendships with fellow dance class members. I open my legs willingly for confident, handsome men who appreciate both my appearance and personality, surrendering to them and indulging in pleasure I can't quit. But the new male coach in his thirties refuses to see me as a woman. No matter what I do, he won't give me a second glance. Is he trying to humiliate me? I want to crush his pride, make him regret ignoring me. I'll spread my legs in a wide M position, drool and arousal dripping, moaning like a filthy slut just for him. I'll break my own pride on his hard, erect cock and force him to regret rejecting this romance.