I can feel the weight of his gaze on me as I sit here, my body barely covered by this thin tank top. The thought of other men seeing me like this, wanting me, makes my heart race. I know he’s imagining it, his fantasy playing out in his mind. I’m his hotwife, his prize, and soon, other men will be contacting me for sex. Are you ready, honey? Because I am. I can already feel their hands on me, their mouths on my skin. I’m ready to be shared, to be desired, to be his ultimate fantasy come true.