I remember the night vividly. She had been drinking all evening, her laughter growing louder with each glass of wine. I watched as her dress rode up, exposing her thong to everyone at the table. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and I knew she was enjoying the attention. The way she crossed her legs, letting her dress fall open just enough to tease, drove me wild. I could see the men around us staring, their eyes lingering on her thighs and the hint of her ass. She knew exactly what she was doing, flaunting herself like a slut in heat. I felt a mix of humiliation and arousal, knowing that she was mine but also theirs in that moment. Her playful smile never left her face as she sipped her wine, her body language screaming ‘fuck me.’ I could almost hear the thoughts of the men around us, imagining what it would be like to bend her over and take her right there. The power she held over me and them was intoxicating, and I was her willing cuck, ready to watch her pleasure anyone she chose.