My Hotwife's Messy Dress: A Cuckold's Nightmare

I’m sitting here, my heart pounding as I read her message. ‘You’re so sweet for saying so… it’s cute right? And you look REALLY hot in that shirt.’ Her words dance in my head, a taunting reminder of the power she holds over me. I can almost see her, dressed in that yellow dress, her big tits barely contained, teasing me with every curve. ‘Hmmm. Something tells me I might be going home to my husband with a messy dress tonight…’ She knows exactly what she’s doing, flaunting her conquests, her body, her control. I’m her cuck, her plaything, and she loves every minute of it. The thought of her fucking some stranger, her dress disheveled, her makeup smudged, makes my cock ache. I’m hard just imagining it, knowing I’ll be there to clean her up, to worship her even as she uses me. It’s a sick game, but it’s ours, and I’m hooked.