I remember the way the purple lights danced across my skin as I leaned against the car, my skirt hiked up, ass bare and on display. The cool air of the night brushed against my exposed flesh, making me shiver with anticipation. I could feel the eyes of the men around me, their gazes burning into my skin, and I knew I was their fantasy. The text on the image, ‘Is this outfit slutty enough? Since I plan to be very flirty tonight!’, was a promise, a tease, and I intended to keep it. My legs, toned and slim, were slightly apart, inviting, and my high heels clicked against the floor as I shifted my weight, making sure every inch of me was on display. I was a hotwife, a slut, and I was going to make sure everyone knew it.