Her Boss’s Eyes on My Tits: A Hotwife’s Daily Tease

The white crop top hugs her curves, barely containing her breasts. Her dark pants accentuate her ass, and the light shawl adds a touch of modesty, but it’s just a tease. I can see the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric, and I know her friends will too. She’s done this before, dressing to provoke, to make me jealous, to make me want her more. And it works. Every time. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and I’m powerless to stop it. I’m the cuckold, the one left to imagine what her friends will do, what they’ll say, how they’ll stare at her tits all day. It’s a game, a power play, and I’m always the loser. But I can’t look away. I can’t stop wanting her, even as I hate it. Even as I hate myself for wanting it.

Her Teasing Game

She’s always been a tease, my wife. It’s part of her charm, her allure. She knows how to drive me wild, how to make me ache with desire. And today, she’s playing her game again. The outfit is just the beginning. I can see it in her eyes, the mischief, the promise of more. She’s going to flaunt herself, to make her friends drool, to make me suffer. And I’ll let her. I always do. Because despite the jealousy, despite the humiliation, I love her. I love the way she makes me feel, the way she controls me. It’s a twisted kind of love, but it’s ours. And as she walks out the door, I’m left here, imagining, aching, waiting for her return. Waiting for the next round of her teasing game.But there’s a part of me that enjoys it too. The thrill of the unknown, the excitement of the risk. Will her friends go too far? Will she let them? Will she come home to me, or will she stay out, playing her games? It’s a rollercoaster of emotions, and I’m strapped in, unable to escape. But I don’t want to. Not really. Because at the end of the day, she’s mine. And that’s all that matters. That’s what keeps me coming back, what keeps me playing her game. Even if it means staring at her tits all day, knowing that others are too. Even if it means being the cuckold, the one left behind. Because she’s worth it. She’s always worth it.