Living Room: Hotwife’s Command

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“Hotwife orders husband to call his bully”

The sound of her voice, commanding and clear, echoes in my mind. ‘Call him honey. Call him and tell him that he can fuck your wife!’ Her words cut through the air, sharp and unyielding. I remember the way her eyes glinted, a mix of amusement and dominance, as she spoke. The room was quiet, except for the soft hum of the lamp, casting a warm glow over her partially clad form. She sat there, one leg crossed over the other, her black lace bra and thong a stark contrast against the couch. Her expression was neutral, almost detached, as if she were discussing the weather rather than my humiliation.

Midnight Command

The memory of that night is etched in my mind. It was late, the clock ticking softly in the background, marking the seconds until I would have to obey. ‘Tell him my pussy is wet at the thought of his cock inside me,’ she said, her voice dripping with a mix of desire and mockery. I could feel the weight of her words, heavy and oppressive, as they settled over me. The room seemed to close in, the cushions of the couch suddenly too soft, too inviting, as if they were conspiring with her to trap me in this moment.

Confession of Submission

I remember the way her fingers danced over the screen of my phone, saving his number with a smirk. ‘Go on, I saved his number in your phone,’ she said, handing it back to me. The device felt foreign in my hand, a tool of my own degradation. The room was silent, the only sound the distant hum of the city outside. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and palpable, as I dialed the number, my heart pounding in my chest. Her eyes never left mine, watching, waiting, as I spoke the words that would seal my fate. The memory of that night lingers, a constant reminder of the power she holds over me, and the depths of my own submission.

One thought on “Living Room: Hotwife’s Command”

  1. I'll be more than ready to call him and watch you finally get blacked. I'll enjoy watching you spread your legs for him so he can bury his big cock deep in you.

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