I’m standing here in my kitchen, banana in hand, thong pulled to the side, and a smirk on my face. The tension is thick as I look at him, my husband, and wonder if he really wants to hear about the cocks I’ve been riding. I know he’s a cuck, loves it when I fuck other guys, but does he really want the dirty details? The way my pussy clenches at the thought of telling him how deep they went, how hard they fucked me. I can see the mix of desire and humiliation in his eyes, and it turns me on even more. He’s my beta, my cuck, and I’m his hotwife—there’s no denying the power I have over him. I lean in, my voice low and teasing, ‘So, you sure you want to hear about it, cuck? Every dirty, fucking detail?’
