Hotwife's Command: Drinks and No Rubbers

So, there I am, sprawled out on the bed, my tits hanging free, nipples hard and begging for attention. The sheer top I’m wearing is pulled down, exposing my soft, pale skin. My skirt’s hiked up, showing off my thick thighs, but not quite revealing the good stuff. I’m not even wearing panties, just stockings that hug my legs. The guy I’m with, he’s a good little cuck, always ready to fetch. ‘Schatz, hol uns was zu trinken,’ I say, my voice dripping with command. ‘Ich rufe dich an, wenn wir fertig sind.’ I don’t need him around for this part, not yet. He knows his place, knows he’s just there to serve. And he better not forget, no condoms, okay? I wanna feel every inch, every drop. It’s my night, my rules. He can watch, but he can’t touch. Not until I say so. And I’m not gonna rush this. I’m gonna savor every second, every moan, every dirty thought. This is what I live for, what I crave. The power, the control, the sheer fucking pleasure of it all. He’s gonna bring the drinks, and then he’s gonna wait. Wait for me to call him back, wait for his turn. But for now, it’s just me, my body, and the thrill of the unknown. I’m the hotwife, and this is my game.