I’m sitting here, heart pounding, as I read her text. She’s at the hotel, wearing that sheer black bustier I bought her, the one that barely covers her perky tits. Tom’s in the shower, she says, and this will get him hard right away. I can picture it, her curvy body on display, that black thong pulled to the side, her eyes seductive as she takes the selfie. She’s a fucking tease, my hotwife, and I’m just her cuckold, left to imagine what’s happening in that hotel room. I can hear the water running, the sound of their laughter, and I’m here, alone, with my cock hard and my heart breaking. She’s wearing what I bought her, but it’s Tom who gets to enjoy it. I’m just the cuckold, the one who’s always left wanting.