Memory floods back as I stare at the image, her leopard-print dress a blur of movement. The bathroom counter, her perch, is a stage for her performance. She’s not just taking a selfie; she’s crafting a message, a promise. Her legs, smooth and inviting, peek out from beneath the dress, a hint of what’s to come. The mirror reflects her confidence, her eyes sparkling with mischief. And there, on the screen, her words: ‘I have your favorite panties on honey. I’m going to come home with them soaked in cum.’ It’s a tease, a taunt, a reminder of her power over me.
Her Message: A Cuckold’s Delight
But it’s not just about the words. It’s the way she holds the phone, the angle of her body, the curve of her smile. She knows I’ll see this, know I’ll imagine every detail. The framed picture on the wall, the towel rack, they’re just props in her scene. Her high heels, a symbol of her dominance, click against the counter. She’s not just a wife; she’s a goddess, a tease, a cum slut. And I’m her willing cuckold, eager to fulfill her every desire. Her message is clear: she’s in control, and I’m hers to command.


