Watching Her Get Ready: My Wife’s Teasing Ritual

I get so fucking hard watching my wife get ready for a date. It’s not just the sight of her, though that’s enough to make any man weak in the knees. It’s the way she moves, the confidence in her stride, the way her eyes light up with anticipation. She knows the power she holds, and she wields it with precision.

Her Confidence is Intoxicating

Her confidence is intoxicating. She’s in her element, choosing the perfect outfit, applying makeup with careful precision. Each movement is deliberate, calculated to drive me wild. She knows I’m watching, and she loves it. The blue bra she’s wearing hugs her curves, accentuating every line and shadow. Her legs are bare, smooth, and inviting. She’s a vision, and she knows it.

The Thrill of the Unknown

The thrill of the unknown is almost too much to bear. Who is she meeting? What will they do? Will she think of me as she’s with him? These questions swirl in my mind, each one a tease, a promise of what’s to come. She’s my hotwife, my queen, and I’m her devoted cuckold. I live for these moments, for the way she makes me feel. It’s a game of power and pleasure, and she always wins. She’s almost ready, her lips painted a seductive red, her hair falling in perfect waves. She turns to me, a smirk playing on her lips. ‘Ready to watch me go?’ she asks, her voice a low purr. I nod, my heart pounding. ‘Always,’ I reply, my voice barely a whisper. And with that, she’s gone, leaving me to my thoughts and desires.