Ok, so there I am, sprawled out on the bed, my big tits heaving with each breath. My nipples are hard, and I can feel the cool air on my bare skin. I’m so fucking turned on, and I know he can see it. He’s leaning over me, his eyes locked on my chest, mouth slightly open. I can almost hear his thoughts, wondering what it would be like to have another man’s hands all over me. I smirk, knowing I’ve got him right where I want him. ‘Ok if it excites you that much,’ I say, my voice dripping with seduction, ‘next time I see him, I’ll get his number and flirt with him right in front of you. Ok?’ I can see the mix of desire and jealousy in his eyes, and it’s fucking hot. I’m his hotwife, and he knows it. I love the power I have over him, the way I can make him feel both wanted and unwanted at the same time. It’s a game, and I’m always the winner.
