Midnight Tease: My Hotwife's Cuckold Cocktail Hour

I remember the way her blonde hair cascaded down her back, almost touching her firm ass as she posed for me. The black mini dress she wore was so tight it left nothing to the imagination. Her perky tits were practically spilling out, and the way she spread her legs, giving me a glimpse of her shaved pussy, made my cock ache. She held a wine glass in her manicured hand, her fingers lightly brushing her inner thigh, a teasing smile playing on her lips. ‘Is this what you want, my cuck?’ she purred, knowing full well the power she held over me. I was her obedient servant, always ready to worship her body and satisfy her every desire. The room was filled with her scent, a mix of expensive perfume and her natural musk. I could almost taste her on my tongue, her sweet pussy juices dripping down my chin as I knelt before her, my face buried between her thighs. She was my goddess, and I was her devoted slave, always eager to please.