I sit here, my heart pounding, as I watch her pose seductively, her naked body glistening under the dim bar lights. Her left leg is bent, foot resting on the counter, while her right leg dangles down, teasingly. She holds up her index finger, a playful smirk on her face, signaling the first drink. The game is simple: each new drink means another layer of clothing comes off, another photo taken. I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and arousal. The cans on the counter, the bar taps in the background, all blur into insignificance as I focus on her, my hotwife, embracing her desire. Her eyes meet mine, a silent challenge, a promise of more to come. I’m her cuckold, her willing participant, and I’m already hard, imagining the night ahead, the drinks, the photos, the exposure. She’s in control, and I’m hers to command, a willing slave to her forbidden desires.