I’m lying here, my heart pounding, as I think about the question he asked me. ‘If I occasionally slept with other guys, you’d want to fuck me more, you’d love me more, or both?’ His words echo in my mind, and I can’t help but feel a rush of excitement. I’m wearing this black lace teddy, my ass slightly raised, my nipples faintly outlined through the sheer fabric. I can see the hunger in his eyes, the way he looks at me, and I know he’s imagining other men doing the same. It’s a thrilling thought, one that makes me feel desired, powerful. I’m his hotwife, and I love the way he wants me, the way he needs me to be wanted by others. It’s a game we play, a dance of desire, and I’m ready to take the next step.
