I remember the first time I realized how much I loved being a cum slut. It was the way his thick load coated my throat, the way I had to swallow every last drop before my husband could even think about cleaning me up. He’d watch, his eyes filled with a mix of humiliation and desire, as I licked my lips, savoring the taste of another man’s seed. It was a power trip, knowing I could reduce him to a mere spectator, a cuckold whose only purpose was to clean up after my fuck sessions. I’d tease him, making him wait, making him beg to lick me clean. And he’d do it, every time, because he knew he was nothing without me. My body, my rules, my pleasure. That’s what being a hotwife is all about.
