I’m lying here, my body still tingling from the touch of multiple hands, the scent of sex lingering in the air. The bed beneath me is a battlefield of pleasure, where I’ve just been claimed by more than one man. My husband watches, his eyes a mix of humiliation and arousal, as another man’s hand rests on my breast, his fingers tracing the curve of my flesh. I can feel the weight of his gaze, the silent acknowledgment of his cuckoldry, and it only heightens my excitement. The room is filled with the soft moans and whispered commands, a symphony of desire that plays on my senses. I’m the center of this erotic chaos, the slut who revels in the attention, the one who thrives on the humiliation of my husband’s presence.
What Does It Mean to Be Shared?
The question echoes in my mind as I shift, my body still aching from the intensity of the encounter. Being shared is more than just the physical act; it’s a psychological dance, a game of power and submission. I’m the hotwife, the one who holds the reins, who decides the pace and the depth of our shared humiliation. Each man’s touch is a testament to my power, a reminder that I am the one in control. My husband’s eyes, filled with a mix of shame and desire, are a constant companion, a silent witness to my pleasure. The gloves on the bed, the bottles scattered, and the handbag tossed aside are all remnants of the night’s activities, each item a story of our shared debauchery. I’m the cum slut, the one who takes it all, who revels in the mess and the chaos. And in this moment, I know that this is just the beginning, a prelude to the many more nights of shared humiliation and unbridled pleasure.
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