His Cuckold Heart Aches as I Spread My Legs

I’m lying here, legs spread wide, pussy on full display. The red sheets beneath me are like a fucking invitation, and I’m the main course. My husband’s words echo in my head, ‘Let’s play a game, honey. You pick him and I’ll try to fuck him.’ I can almost hear his heart breaking, but fuck, it turns me on. The power I have over him, the way he watches me, knowing he can’t stop what’s about to happen. It’s intoxicating.

I’m His Hotwife, and He Knows It

My lingerie is sheer, barely covering my tits, and my pussy is shaved clean, ready for whatever cock he chooses. I can feel the anticipation building, the thrill of the unknown. Will it be a stranger? A friend? Someone he knows? The thought of him picking out the man who’s going to fuck me raw makes my clit throb. I’m his hotwife, and he’s my cuckold. It’s a role he plays so well, and I’m the star of the show. I can see the jealousy in his eyes, the way he watches me, knowing he can’t have me like this. But that’s the game, isn’t it? The game where I win, and he loses. And fuck, do I love winning.