Bedroom Confessions: Cuckold's Night of Submission

I can feel his breath on my neck, hot and heavy, as I whisper my plans for the night. His body tenses, and I know he’s hard, just like I knew he would be. I’m going to fuck another man tonight, and the thought of it makes me wet. I can see the desire in his eyes, the need to please, to be used. He’s my cuck, my willing participant in this game of pleasure and pain. I lean in, my lips brushing his ear, and I tell him exactly what I’m going to do. I can feel his cock straining against his pants, and I know he’s imagining it all. He’s going to watch, and he’s going to love every second of it. I’m his hotwife, and I’m going to make sure he never forgets it. I pull back, a wicked smile on my face, and I leave him there, aching and wanting, as I go to prepare for my night of pleasure. I’m going to fuck another man, and I’m going to make sure my cuck knows it. I’m going to make him hard, and I’m going to make him beg. I’m going to make him my slave, and I’m going to love every second of it.