I’m standing here, ass out, thong digging into my cheeks, and I can’t help but feel like a fucking goddess. My husband’s right, I am hot as hell, and I love every second of it. The way the lace bra hugs my tits, the way the stockings tease my thighs, it’s all for him. For the man who gets to watch me, who gets to see me like this. I’m his fucking trophy, his prize, and I’m going to make sure he knows it. Every time he sees me like this, I want him to remember who I am, what I am. His hotwife, his slut, his everything. And I’m going to make sure he never forgets it.