I’m sitting here, my heart pounding, as I watch the woman I love, my wife, get ready to meet another man. She’s dressed in that tight, knee-length bodycon dress that hugs her curves, her dark brown hair cascading over her shoulders. She’s smiling, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and I can’t help but feel a mix of jealousy and arousal. She’s out of town on business, but she’s been asked to go on a dinner date, and the idea that she’s considering it makes me hard. I’m her cuckold, and I’m both terrified and turned on by the thought of her with someone else. She’s my hotwife, and I’m her willing cuckold, ready to serve and please.